To Holly With Love...

And Irish Soccer player named Holly is all about the game and nothing can change that until a soccer tournament that takes her to England also takes her one step closer to finding true love but will Holly take her head of the game for long enough to see whats right in front of her.

This is not my story its by a friend of mine her stories are amazing and I thought some people on here my like to read them she is amazing they are all #imagines!! Follow her on Twitter for her others at @MA_1directioner She is an amazing Girl and very creative.


2. Chapter 2

Holly's P.O.V.:
Holly: I'm Holly by the way. Holly Bryne.

I didn't know why I was inviting these gorgeous strangers to come over, but I was.

Blonde guy: I'm Niall, and this is Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Louis
Louis: And we're One-
Niall: Wondering, by chance are you Irish?
Holly: No, I'm a American.
Louis: Ooh sassy Irish girl.
Holly: Hah, yes, I'm from Dublin, we all are.

We just got to my group all of them smiling pleasantly at our guests.

Stephenie: Your gone two minutes, and you already make friends.
Holly: Haha, you know me. Kathleen, Fiona, Lilly, Stephenie, meet Liam, Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Niall.

They replied with waves and happy hellos, they did the same.

Niall: So if your all from Dublin, why are you in Oxford?
Holly: We're part of the womens football tournament. Representing Ireland.
Fiona: Proudly we might add.
Stephenie: So are we going to stand here or play?
Holly: Ready?

They looked at one another, smiling.

Niall: Totally.

Niall's P.O.V.:
They were really good. Holly especially. She played striker, Stephenie goalkeeper, Kathleen and Lilly defense and Fiona midfield. Louis was our striker, Zayn was goalkeeper, Liam and Harry played defense and I was midfield.

Holly dodged us at every point, faking in all directions, even took down Liam. And she still looked gorgeous.

As Fiona passed Holly the ball, we went for it at the same time and ended up falling. She laughed beside me, her hair in a disarray of curls all around her face.

Holly's P.O.V.:
Holly: Are you ok?
Niall: Never better.

He stood up, turning and pulling me up towards him. His smile softened as his face was so close to mine.

Holly: You look so familiar...but I know we've never met.

He smirked, looking down, still holding my hands, then back up at me.

Niall: How do you know we've never met?
Holly: Because I would've remembered you.

He opened his moth to speak, but it wasn't his voice that came out.

Scary tall guy: Louis, Zayn, Liam, Harry, and Niall! I swear to god you five will be the death of me!

A tall man that looked like he could be the Hulks half brother stormed across the park to us, ranting about them. Niall sighed heavily.

Louis: RUN!
Holly: Do you know him?
Niall: I've gotta go.
Holly: Oh well, Better get going myself. It was nice meeting you.
Liam: Niall, we gotta go!
Niall: Like wise.

Harry grabbed Niall's arms running from Hulk Jr. and suddenly they were both running.

Holly: Ok, let's run it again.

Niall's P.O.V.:
Niall: Dammit Paul!

We were in the car heading home, Paul finally caught us.

Paul: Don't even, you guys ran off!
Niall: You ruined my moment!
Paul: You ruined it when you ran off.

I ignored him, turning back to the boys.

Zayn: Let's go eat, get a drink maybe?
Harry: Yeah, hit the bar?
Louis: Yes!
Niall: I could use a pint.
Liam: Looks like we're going out tonight.

Holly's P.O.V.:
I ( ) sat at the bar in this small restaurant. Enjoying a few pints. Plus I made friends with the bartender, Brian. He was dark haired with big brown eyes, tan, amazing smile, and very cute.

Brian: Lemme guess, midfielder?
Holly: Striker.

I drank my pint, laughing a little.

Brian: Ok, so your 19, from Dublin, youngest of three. One.older brother, one older sister, play football, since you were....four?
Holly: Three. Helped coach my dads high school team. I was the cutest coach those boys had ever had.

He leaned forward on bar,

Brian: I bet.

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