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.


24. t w e n t y - t h r e e

*three months after*

Harry and I decided to try to date again and things are pretty good. We obviously couldn't stand life without each other so we are now dating. Niall and Carter started to date two months ago, so one month after Carter had been dumped by Jake, who I still am pissed at to this day. Life was going good....except for the hate. I never thought it could get so bad, but I was getting death threats! These girls knew where I lived and I was scared.


I sat down next to Harry and grabbed his hand tightly. He chuckled and turned to face me.

"Babe, you ok?" he asked and shifted to look at me straight. I bit back my tears and nodded.

"Uh...yeah. Umm...Harry..." I couldn't say this. He wouldn't even look at me again after this.

"I think we need to stop." He looked in at my face which was painted with a frown and watery eyes.

"H-Huh?" I shook my head. "Us?" I nodded.

"I can't do it. I can't stand the hate. I don't want to be selfish, but then at the same time....I'm hurting you. You're being ridiculed and I'm holding you back from your dream. You deserve someone better. You need to live your dreams and not be wasting it with me." He shook his head. I saw a single tear fall from both of his eyes.

"But you're my dream." I smiled a little but that faded.

"I wish I was, but I'm not Harry. You deserve someone better. I'm sorry." I leaned in and kissed his lips one last time. I was going to miss him.

I stood up from the couch and grabbed my things and walked to the door. I opened it before I turned around to see him crying. "I love you, Harry. Goodbye."


I shoved the letter into the mailbox and ran back to my car. I sighed and started the engine before my tears fell freely. It's only been a day and I'm falling apart.

Harry's POV

"There's a letter for you, Harry!" my mum called. I sighed and trudged down the steps. Who cares.

"Here you go," she said cheerfully and handed me the note with my name on it. I walked back to my room and ripped it open,


I'm so sorry. I had to do it. You don't deserve this. You get hate for nothing when it's all over me. You are great and you will forget about me soon. I'm sorry. I love you more than I love anything in this world. I will soon move on, but you will always hold a piece of my heart that no one can take. It's put there just for you. I quit smoking for you and I did it because I know you hated it so much. I will always remind myself of how you always said you love me and how beautiful I am. I will never believe that, but if you believe that then I now it's true. I've listened to Free Falling thirty times and cried every single time. I know how much you love that song. I always think of you and that won't change. Never. I love you. Move on. Don't hold back your heart for me. You deserve to be happy. I will move on and I hope you know that. I love you so much. Always remember that. Go live your life. I'll always remember that summer. You'll always be my soccer Styles.

I love you, Harry.


I haven't cried that much ever before in my life. I loved her and she tore my heart in two. I had to move on for her. She'd want me to be happy. I will miss that girl. That summer will always be on my mind. I will never forget it.

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