Completely different. (Not Famous)

Selena lives in a little neighborhood, she loves to sing and perform on stage with her bestfriend Demi, she's not really into sport. One day a new boy named Harry, becomes Selena's neighbor. He loves football, not really into singing. These two are completely different. But the day Selena and Demi are going to compete with their enemies in a singing competition, Demi gets sick. Will they ask Harry for help after hearing his beautiful voice? Or will they back off from the competition? Read this to find out!


7. Football training

Harry's P.O.V

I walked outside with my football, Selena and Demi were sitting on the staircase. I opened the door and they both turned to face me, but Selena didn't look at me for a second before she turned her head again.

I walked down the stairs placing the football on the ground, "You wanna play?" I asked Selena as she rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you ask your little girlfriend?" She said not laying her eyes on me.

"I don't have a girlfriend anymore." I claimed as I smiled at her.

"Well, I have better things to do than falling for you even more." She said as she stood up and walked past me.

I looked over at Demi but she just shrugged her shoulders.

"She won't stay mad at you forever." Demi smiled.

I just smiled as I started to search for Selena. I walked down the street, I guess she's at the gym, when I came inside the gym  found her against the wall, the two girls, Sasha and Amy, stood in front of her. Non of them looked very happy.

"You don't wanna do this." Selena spoke clenching her jaw.

"We'll see about that." Sasha laughed and were about to hit Selena as I placed my ball on the ground and kicked it, it hit a water bucket. 

The bucket fell over the girls and they all screamed, I ran over and grabbed Selena's hand, then picking up my ball again as we ran outside.

We ran to the soccer field as we both stopped to catch our breath. We laughed.

"That was sick!" She laughed but then shook her head as her smile disappeard like she forgot she was mad at me.

"Look Selena.." I said before she interrupted me, "I don't want to hear it." She whispered.

I walked over to her and took her hands, "Did Demi tell you everything?" I asked as she nodded.

"Then why are you still mad at me?" I asked as she pulled her hands away.

"Because you flirted with me, making me think you actually liked me, but in real life, you already had a girl who is more prettier than me, skinnier than me." She shouted almost crying.

"You know why I broke up with her?" 

She shook her head as she bit her lips holding in her tears.

"Because when she showed up on my door, I almost called her Selena. That happened several times during the night." I whispered.

She looked up at me and opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

"Here's a seceret, I never flirt with a unless I really like her." I smirked.

She smiled as she looked down on the ground. 

"Look.. I have football training tonight.. Wanna come and watch?" I asked smiling.

"Sure, here?" She replied looking up at me.

"No, where I lived before, but the soccerfield there is fucked up. Just saying." I claimed.

"Alright, and maybe I can show the team my skills." She smirked and took the ball from me. 

She placed it down as she kicked it. But she didn't hit the goal. I laughed as she playfully punched me in the shoulder.


We sat in my dads car on our way to soccer practice. My dad parked the car as Selena and I stepped outside. She looked around holding over her mouth.

"Ew,what's that smell?" She spoke making a funny face.

shrugged my shoudlers as I started to laugh. I was already used to that smell. We walked into the soccerfield, my whole team was there. They all layed their eyes on Selena. 

Selena looked up at me as I pointed in the bleacher's direction. She smiled at me as she walked over and sat down.

The training started, after about 15 minutes I looked over at Selena, and guess who was right next to her... Felix.


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