Soccer Styles (Not famous,14+) ~finished~

The name is Spencer. Spencer Moore. I'm 17 and soccer is my life. Our coach says we all need to work our hardest. We all need some motivation. I got an injury and found my motivation. This friend will help me through my career with some benefits along the way.


6. s i x

Spencer POV


"Carter, how do I look?" I spun around so she could see everything.

"Perfect, when is Harry gonna be here?"

"About 20 minutes."

"OK, Spenc, I'm so excited!"

"Why? It's my date."

"I don't know. I can tell you like him."


"The way you look at him. I look at Jake that way."

I blushed, "Oh."

Harry POV

I walked up to her door, hesitant to knock, the door swung open.

"Oh, God. Harry, I'm sorry I didn't see you. I just wanted to get my charger out of my car."

I laughed, "It's OK. And you look," I took in the cool air, "great."

She blushed bright red, "Thanks Harry. You look good too."

I smiled thanks, she got her charger from her white car and gave it to Carter. Carter peeked her head out of the door, "Be good to her!" I laughed at her sudden protective nature.

"One can only try." I gave her a solute causing her bg brown eyes to roll whilst they follwed back into the cabin.

"Are you ready," I asked not really sure how these kind of things go. She gave me a sarcastic look.

"No." I shook my head and chuckled.

"I deserved that didn't I?" She nodded her head with a smile painted on her lips.

Spencer's POV

"Woah Harry." I laughed at his face as he sang along to 'Wonderwall' that blasted through the radio. He shrugged and carried on with his singing. I lost my thoughts and listened to his angelic singing.

He pulled up to a parking lot and clicked the off button on the radio keys. He turned off the ignition and stared at me as if to say, 'are you as excited?'. I smiled and shook my head. I sat with my arms crossed in prtest so he knew that he, the gentelman, would have to open my door. He chuckled and stepped out followed by a slam and jogged to my side before opening the door for me.

"Why thank you." He laughed and grabbed my hand ctaching me off guard. He quickly tugged it away. "Oh...sorry." I looked at our disconnected hands before reconecting them.

"I like holding your hand." Did I....yes I did. He laughed and intertwined them. "Me too." I felt my cheeks go red before he proceeded to a small park. What?

I followed him to a small scetion with a laid out blanket and a picnic basket on it and two plate settings. "Oh Harry," I gushed making him blush. Funny. I've never seen a dude like him blush.

I sat down crosslegged at my seat as I watched him pull numerous things from the woven basket. "Well, this is adorbale," I announced making him laugh. "I' good at that." I rolled my eyes and picked up a peice of bread placed on my plate. "Hungry?" He chuckled at my persistance to get food into my mouth. I nodded and took another bite of the roll.


"What do you want to be when you grow up?" He shrugged. "I haven't really given it too much thought but I'd love to be a music teacher," he spoke softly. I smiled and nodded my head. "I like that." He inched closer as we lay gazing at the stars on our backs. "I love doing this," he whispered to me. I shut my eyes and breathed in the fresh air. "Me too."

"What do you want to be?" I gave him a confused look. "You know, like when you get older. What do you want to be?" I shrugged. "I've always wanted to be a lawyer when I get out of college but first I want to finish high school." He nodded agreeing in my theory. "I still have to finish college." I laughed at him. "I think you should do that.


"So how'd it go tonight?" Carter jumped up and down on the bed as I trudged into the room. "Good," I answered sounding uninterested. "Good? Good," she yelled at me sounding somewhat offeneded. "It was fun. We just had a picnic." She tilted her head. "Then why do you seem so upset?" I sighed. "Because we leave to go home tomorrow Car. I won't ever see him again." She pouted. "Spenc...I," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter." I drug my feet to the bed and flopped onto it. "What does matter in this world anymore?" I shut my eyes trying to erase everything I loved about Harry. Clearly never seeing him again, what other choice do I have?


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