The Football Player And His Ballerina

Football Match

One Week Later

Lara POV

This week has flown by. I slept a lot, swam, ran, did my daily exercises, and spent a lot of time with Ivan catching up.

Rob went out a few times with Liam and his friends, and three days ago he went to Portugal to visit his mother, so I´ve been all alone with Ivan. Rob wanted me to go with him, but this time I couldn´t, i have these Deior events to go to. Today I´ll watch Kyle's game, as Carlysle requested. I invited Ivan, but sadly he will leave for Paris again, tonight. So I chose to invite Sophie. I know she's been very busy, and I thought it was a good idea to catch up, I haven't seen her since Rob left.

"Hi sweetie" she hugs me as soon as I open the door.

"Hi Demon in heels", i tease smiling and hugging her too.

"Not today! Today I have sneakers", she says with a broad smile.

Your outfit is awesome. She's wearing tight, ripped blue jeans, a pink belt that matches the color of her sneakers, and the lettering on her tight white t-shirt. Sophie, whatever she wears, is always beautiful.

I'm dressed like her, except my ripped tops are black and I have an indie-style top and black flats.

"I've always liked football," Sophie says with a laugh. I'm surprised, "Really?! You didn't know you liked the game", I ask.

"I don't know anything about the game, I just like men", she tells me with a wide laugh.

"Oh gosh, Sophie, always the same. Don't forget you've got a boyfriend", I say between laughs. I know perfectly well that Sophie would never do anything wrong, she takes her relationship very seriously.

This is my first time in a stadium. I'm surprised how many people come in with scarves from their favorite team. Joy, with people singing the team's anthems, many people in groups of friends, but also families.

I can't help but look at my surroundings with a lot of surprises and actually some anxiety too.

We handed over our invitations and were politely directed to a VIP stand. Carlysle, seeing us arrive, greeted us in his face which, I don't understand why, but seems lacking in emotion.

I sat between Sophie and Carlysle. On the same bench were other celebrities and many women who, according to Sophie, are the girlfriends and wives of the New York players.

When I returned to admire the stadium, it was already crowded, some in white and blue tones and others in red and black tones. I could see the differentiation of the fans by their colors and I smiled, thinking how funny it was to be able to tell them apart by their clothes. White and Blue are the NY colors.

At some point, the screens that surround the stadium stopped showing advertising and began to present the teams and positions of each player. We saw smoke, music, and a crowd screaming for their idols. So overwhelming!

The teams entered and I will not deny that I was carried away by emotions when I saw them enter accompanied by children. Some players touched the grass and brought their hands to their mouths, in a religious act, as if asking for luck. Others greeted each other, but, in a few seconds, both teams were lined up and the team´s anthems were heard. Everyone got up and so did we. Listening to the NY Team's music, I felt the hairs on my arms stand on end, in an emotional act that I found strange, but appreciated.

I couldn't quite understand who the players in the field were, even because the names written were surnames or nicknames.

Sophie reminded me of each one's nicknames/surnames, and my eyes stayed fixed on the lawn.

Initially, we saw the people around us, cursing, sometimes getting up and shouting, clapping, or whistling.

Carlysle barely moved and I was obviously repeating his behavior, it was my first time here and i didn't know how to act.

During the break, we were served some drinks and snacks. Sophie and I were so amazed, we watched everything surrounding us with smiles and curiosity.

The match started again, the score was still 0-0. And once again, everyone stood up, clapped, clapped, and shouted. My eyes locked on Kyle on the lawn. I followed his expressions and movements. That man is a hell-hot man. Even when he spat on the floor, he has that kind of sexy aura. My eyes are glued, my fists are tightened and I´m praying for them to score.

10 minutes to finish, and according to Sophie, this match is very important because the team to win will win the championship.

My anxiety is at its peak...

Kyle runs to the goal, Dean looks at some opponents, running out of their reach, and passes the ball to Kyle who walks away, his foot lightly puts the ball, controlling it, the leg comes behind and i see when his foot reaches the ball. The ball is shouted with a quick and strong force, my eyes follow its trajectory and .... "GOALLLLLLLLL!", i scream with all my energy.

We all stand up and I hug Sophie, doing little jumps, and clapping. I turn to the other side and hug Mr. Carlysle, trying to do the same i did with Sophie... When he doesn't move, keeping his body straight, I realize what I've just done. I release the hug, look at him sheepishly, and i could only mutter, "Sorry." His gaze fixed on mine, a serious one that scared me, but quickly turns into a laugh, to which Sophie and I, who observed everything, join in.

Finally, the referee's whistle is heard. It indicates the end of the match.

"They Won!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!"