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!


4. Voice of an angel.

Selena's P.O.V

I dragged Demi back after she punched Amy. I agree that she deserves it but I didn't want Demi to get in trouble.

When Amy got up she was about to attack us before the beatboxer Jackie stopped her.

"And the winner is." He said with an angry voice trying to warn us.

"Hot&Spicy!" He cheered as everyone else in the room went crazy jumping around.

Demi and I hugged tight as Sasha and Amy walked away. I turned around and spotted Harry just standing there. He walked over to us.

"Wow, you're a little agressive." Je joked to Demi.

Demi just laughed.

"But you were good... Amazing!" He spoke as his charming eyes landed on me.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Why are you here by the way? Into singing?" Demi asked as Harry widened his eyes.

"Me? Singing? No, to me it's just football!" He spoke holding up his football.

"Sportgeek." I couched clear enough for him to hear.

He just bumped into my shoulder with his ball as we all laughed. 

"Let me hear you sing Harry." I spoke as he shook his head.

"Never." He said short as I rolled my eyes, "What's the big deal with you and the other girls? Singing seems pretty serious to you guys." Harry asked.

"It is serious. We compete with others, and Demi and I are in the finals with Sasha and Amy. It's in two weeks." I claimed.

"I see, my football team have our final match in two weeks as well. I have to work hard." He spoke bouncing the ball a couple of times.

Demi looked at her watch, "Oh shit I have to go home, I have to watch a teaterplay with my mom." She sighed and ran away.

"So you wanna teach me some football?" I smirked.

"I don't know. It's kind of a boy thing." He spoke as I rolled my eyes grabbing the ball off his hands.

"We'll se about that." I laughed as we went to the soccer field.

I placed the ball down a few meters away from the goal. I went for a kick but it went outside.

"Even my grandma would've made that." Harry joked as I pushed him.

"Shut up." I laughed and grabbed the ball again before Harry took it from me.

He walked almost to the other side of the field placing the ball on the ground, "How much will you give me if I'll make it?" He shouted from across the field. "Ten bucks!" I shouted back.

 He backed some steps away before running and kicked the ball. I opened my mouth as the ball flew all the way into the goal.

He ran over to me, "Can you do that?" He laughed.

I ran over to the ball before him and held the ball near my feets.

"Try to get it!" I smirked as he walked towards be.

He was about to kick the ball from my feets before I moved the ball a little to the side.

"I thought you were good at this." I laughed.

He laughed as well and ran over and held around me trying to get the ball. 

But then he tripped me and we both fell down and the grass. I landed on top of him. we just stared at eachother before I shook my head and stood up.

"I think I have to go home, it's getting pretty late." I smiled.

"Yeah me too." He said, stood up and picked up his ball. 

We walked home together and said goodbye before walking into each our apartments.

My mom was making her dinner, I walked over to her, "Mom do you have ten bucks? I own Harry." I smirked as she smiled at me.

"The new boy?" She said raising her eyebrows, handing me the money.

"Yeah." I smiled and walked to the terrace.

I jumped over to Harry's terrace about to knock on his bedroom door before I heard someone sing "Isn't she lovely."

It was beautiful, if was sweet... it was.. Harry. My eyes widned as I spotted him trough the window. He layed down on his bed singing with the voice of an angel.

I smiled as I knocked gently on the door. He turned around fast as his eyes got really big.

He walked over and opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke as I held up the money.

"From the bet, remember?" I smiled, he took the money as I continued, "Your voice is beautiful."

"Oh, you heard that?" He asked looking away shy. 

"Yes, you really have talent." I said as he smiled.

"Thank you." He said blushing.

It was quiet... Not awkward but cute, where we just looked at eachother. Suddenly his phone started to ring, "Sorry." He said picking up the phone and walked inside again..

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