This story is too much to explain in one paragraph, but you can still read my attempt of a summary.
16 year old Harold Matthews is a young Harry Styles look alike that lives in England and always gets the girl he wants, but not for long. After a huge fight between his parents that causes them to split up and motivates Harry's father to move himself and Harry to move to Orlando, Harry falls in love with the girl of his dreams, Jasmine. But, Jasmine has an abusive boyfriend and someone is jealous of Harry and Jasmine's relationship so they desperately try to split them up, anonymously. Wanna know more? READ TO FIND OUT YOU LAZY BUM!!!!! jk but seriously you should read this.
And btw there is some harsh language and sexual chizz that I thought I should warn you about before you start reading even though every other Movella has the same type of content. Sorry that the cover page isn't so attractive. But anyway, I hope you enjoy.


8. Show Off

Harry's P.O.V

Wow. It feels great to see myself in this gear again. I miss football. I hate when people ask me why though. I hate when people call me weird for enjoying getting tackled by big, sweaty dudes. And I'm just like yeah I love the dirt in my face, the sweat on my back, and most of all the rush. Football just reminds me to never give up no matter what the score is on the board or how big the other team is. I just like the competitive and rough side of me. I may seem perfect because I try to be even though I know that I'm never gonna be perfect. It's impossible, but it isn't impossible to be kind to everyone no matter what they do. If you be yourself and be kind to everyone, you'll have a great life. I always have trouble being myself instead of being that guy that everyone knows. I made a promise to myself to be me no matter how popular or famous I get in life. I'm always gonna Harry Matthews and no one can change that. I have trouble being myself in school, but on the field it's like second nature. It's where I take out all my anger and frustration on people. I know it's not the best thing to do ,but like I said I'm not perfect and when you step on that field someone wants to tackle you. It's kinda scary that you don't know who it is.

"Matthews!" Coach Flores yelled waving me out of the locker room. I jogged over to him. He put his arm around my shoulders. 

"Yeah Coach?"I asked him looking at my feet.

"You and my daughter,"he said before pausing.

"We're just friends Coach nothing more,"I explained nervously.

"But I don't want you to be. You're much more of a gentleman than Logan and I can tell that you're more serious about her,"Coach said as we approached the team,"Wednesday at 8. Be at my house in a suit for dinner."

"Coach. I couldn't interfere with your family's dinner,"I said, shaking my head.

"No. I want you to. What's your favorite food Matthews?"

"Baked Mac and cheese and fried chicken for sure. And thank you for inviting me Coach,"I said grinning.

"You're welcome Harry. Hopefully you don't suck at football. You got the heart for it. Do you have the arm?"Coach asked scanning the whole team that was on a knee,"UUHHH...Happyfeet! Do some routes with Matthews on field 4!"

A blonde kid with natural-looking black highlights and light blue eyes stood up. He was about 5' 10". He was walking towards me. 

"Defense with Coach P over at field 1! Wide receivers and quarterbacks come with me to field 3!"Coach yelled to the rest of the team.

"Hey, I'm James but they call me Niall,"the blonde kid said extending his hand.

"I'm Harry. Is your name really Happyfeet?" I asked shaking his hand as he began to walk to an empty field.

"Naw. They just call me that because I run fast. So you're the next One Direction doppelganger of the school?"

"Yeah they say I look like Harry Styles."

"I get the Niall Horan thing all the time ever since 2010,"he said.

"Same here,"I said shrugging my shoulders,"You get used to it though."

"There's also a Zayn, Liam, and Louis. They're all on the team, but none of their names are Zayn,Liam, and Louis, but everyone calls them that just like everyone calls me Niall. You can come to the beach party with us if you'd like. Liam's dad is a NASCAR racer so he has a personal limo and driver to drive him places and we go with him,"Niall explains quickly.

"Cool. I'll come with you guys. I just need to get my stuff at my house real quick if that's cool,"I said.

"Oh yeah. It shouldn't be a problem. The driver's real cool. He likes driving us around for some reason unknown,"Niall said, laughing as we finally got to the field. He began to stretch and I followed.

"So where are you from?"I asked Niall, stretching my arms.

"I'm from Ireland. I moved down here with my mum after my dad died when I was 14.Right before my freshman year. I still have the accent. How'd you end up here?"he asked me.

"My parents had a huge fight this weekend and my father decided to move here and he got a huge job offer,"I explained, jogging in place.

"Cool. So we're both missing a parent," Niall said.

"That sounded weird," I said, doing my final stretch. Niall began to laugh and so did I. I feel a cool friendship forming.

"Alright you ready to start?"Niall asked me.

"Ready when you are,"I said as Niall tossed me the football. Niall jogged across the field and got in position.

"Start with a post!" Niall yelled to me.

"Set...Hike!"I yelled before Niall bursted off of the 30 line. He ran incredibly fast at about 4 or 5 yards each step. That's just as good as a NFL player or even better. He began his cut at the 50 yard line. I threw it giving him a five yard lead. He had to slow down a little bit before he caught it. He jogged back smiling.

"Sorry Niall. I'm not used to your speed. The guys on my old team were a lot sower than you," I explained.

"What are you talking about?! That was the best throw I've seen in months. Our current quarterback has nothing on your arm," Niall yelled excitedly, running back to his spot on field.

"What are you running?" I asked him.

"A hail mary!" he yelled. He began running before I could even say hike. He ran all the way to the 20. I threw it as far as I could and as accurate as possible. He caught it in the endzone. I can see his smile from here.

"Touchdown!"he yelled at the top of his lungs. He jogged back. We kept running routes, mostly hail marys for the next hour and a half according to the large clock at the end of the middle field. But it blows my mind that Niall never walked or even dropped the boll when I threw it to him. He dropped the ball only once because his shoe was untied and he tripped over his shoelace. He told me to throw a high ball so he could practice his big dramatic leap catches. In some spectacular way, he caught the ball AND landed on his feet. He's the best wide receiver I'll ever meet. PERIOD. It's really cool how he never stops running. He's either jogging or sprinting, never walking. Even after a long hail mary, he comes back jogging and sometimes running. And he never asks for a break. He only had one break to tie his shoes after he planted his face in the ground from tripping over them which we both laughed about while he was tying his shoes. 

"Matthews and Happyfeet! Gametime!" Coach yelled at us before we started another route. Niall's eyes widened and he began to jog over to the Coach.

"What's Gametime?" I asked Niall trying to keep up with his speed.

"We do it at the end of every practice. We play a normal game until' offense gets five touchdowns. Defense players always play defense and offense always plays offense. When the offense gets 5 touch downs, we leave practice. It's really fun to play against our own defense because we have an awesome defense,"Niall explains as we approach the team.

"So the whole thing is we play against our own team?"I asked him.

"Yeah. Take a knee. The coaches are gonna tell you which position you play,"Niall says before we both take a knee,"And DO NOT take off your helmet."

"OK.Ladies...because we have a new member of the team with an incredible arm.He's gonna play first string for the legendary and traditional Gametime,"Coach P, the assistant coach, said.

"Is that me?"I asked Niall, whispering.

"Yes, it's you, Matthews! Get up here!"Coach P yelled to me, waving me to the front,"You too Happyfeet!" Niall and I jumped up from our knee and I followed him to the front.

"In case you slackers didn't see Harry and Niall at field four, I just wanted to show you people what Matthews' arm can really do. Get in position Happyfeet," Coach P said slowly.

I jogged to the middle of the field and waited for Niall to get in his position which didn't take very long.

"Set...Hike!"I yelled. Of course he's gonna do a hail mary. It's like he wants me to show off. I threw it a little bit to his left so he could see it and easily catch it. It turned out to be a pretty good spiral with an almost perfect lead right to his left, an easy catch. He caught jogged in to the endzone and jogged right back,stopped next to me.

"Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Happyfeet as WR. Offensive line team Charge and Harry, of course, as quarterback. New nickname...ArmourArm. I like that. Catchy,"Coach Flores said, pleased with his decision,"Logan you'll be second string.This is the offensive line-up for the game. Everyone got it?"

Logan?Logan's on the team? This is just too rich. I get to play on the team AND I took Logan's first string quarter back spot. Life can't get better because Logan obviously cares more about football than Jazz. But to me, Jazz is much better than football.

"I get it,"I said. No one else said anything.

"Good,"Coach said nodding, before turning around towards the other Coach with the defensive line-up.

"But Coach. I'm a much better quarterback than this kid!"

"Can you throw 80 yards?"Coach asked Logan.

Logan said nothing but huffed and stomped passed me, looking in to my eyes with envy or maybe even jealousy. This just got much better.

"Now if you're gonna whine about it, Logan,"the other coach said,"you cam play defensive end and be a little useful for the team on Friday."

"Alright ladies get in position and to make this more interesting, when AmourArm gets 10 touchdowns, then everyone can go home,"Coach P yelled smiling at me.

"You got this Double A!" Niall said, hitting my butt then my back a couple times. It felt a little awkward, but that's what football players do. Or is he just gay? No, I doubt it.

I walked awkwardly on the field after Coach P's order to start the game. I got in a huddle with the rest of the team, obviously excited that that have a new quarterback that can throw 80 yards. I'd be happy too honestly. I just hope they don't think I'm a show off. I called the classic Hail Mary play by my team's orders when I was just going to start off with a run play, but they didn't agree. Everyone got in their positions and the defense looked like they wanted to eat me. Like I was the last slice of pizza in the box. This should be fun. 

"Hike!"I yelled at the top of my lungs, trying to not sound scared, but failed miserably.

I dropped back about five yards and no one was open. Logan was running up to me already ready to tackle me. At the last split second, I dodged him, leaving to tackle the air and he obviously seemed confused. He waved his arms around looking for my body to tackle until' he finally gave up when he fell face first on to the floor. I looked down the field to see Niall intensely covered by two guys. I looked at the other side of the end zone and saw some guy run past the defender out to be in the wide open field. I threw it to him in a perfect spiral a couple feet over everyone's head. It arched right in to his arms. He caught it. Touchdown. Seconds later I found myself at the bottom of a huge dog pile, gasping for air and laughing at the same time.

"What now?"I asked the team in our next huddle.They all looked at each other, nodding their heads and turned to me in perfect unison a little creepily.

"Posts,"they said together.

"Alright,Break!" I yelled. I don't know the plays yet, so I have no clue what or where I'm going. I'll just go with the flow. At least I know that someone is running the post route.

"Set...Hike!"I yelled before rolling 5 yards back.

My eyed widened at a huge hole in the line, letting three linemen, including Logan, running at me. No one was open and they were all doing Posts, that's why it's called post. That's original. I scrambled, dodging every linemen. They all did just what Logan did the last play. The play is still running and still no one is open. Great defense, the best I've ever seen. I see an opening, so I instinctively run through. One of the offensive linemen runs with me, successfully blocking three guys out of my path. I guy dives for my feet, I jump over him, land, and dodge yet another guy. Then another, then another, until' I finally leap in to the end zone. Touch Down. Another dog pile, including the coaches trampling me and shortening my breath. 

"You're phenomenal kid. I can't wait to see you on the NFL someday,"Coach P said, smiling the widest smile. It almost looks like it hurts.

"Thanks Coach!"I said smiling with him. 

"Now get out there and score 8 more!" he said, turning me around, pushing me on to the field, and then slapping my butt like Niall did. And that's just what I did. I scored 2 more running touch downs, passed in 6 and three of them were to Niall. After all that, we headed back to the locker rooms and changed until' we got stopped by the looks of Logan. He stopped right in front of me.

"Show off,"he said coldly, evilly smiling and shaking his head.

"Don't listen to him,"Niall assured me.

"You going to the beach party?"Niall asked me.

"Yeah. If I can find a ride."I said.

"Oh. Liam's taking all of "One Direction" to the party. You can roll with us,"Niall explained.

"Thanks,"I said with a light smile,"But how are 5 people gonna fit in one car?"

"Liam's dad is a NASCAR driver, so Liam has a limo and a personal driver to drive him everywhere,"Niall said.

After we got changed, Niall and I met Louis, Zayn, and Liam in the car and they all looked just like the mebers of One Direction.

"To the beach!"Louis yelled and the driver took off. That's when I realised that this party is gonna be quite interesting.

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