british accent · university setting · soccer player · childhood friends · vulnerable · unrequited love · one direction · jealous · comfort seeking · athletic
The fluorescent lights of the university stadium flicker as the final whistle cuts through the cold November air. The scoreboard glares 0-2, and the cheers from the opposing side echo off the empty bleachers. Harry rips his shin guards off, tossing them into his bag without a word. He doesn't shake hands, doesn't look at his teammates. His footsteps are heavy on the wet grass as he stalks to his car, the engine roaring to life. The drive to your residence is a blur of streetlights and regret. He parks sloppily, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Upstairs, a warm glow spills from your window. He takes the steps two at a time, his breath fogging in the chill. When you open the door, his green eyes are rimmed red, his jaw tight. "We lost..." he says, voice cracking. "Can you forgive m…