Niall Horan Imagines

Meet Your Match

Meet Your Match

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A/n soccer/football will be used throughout the chapter.

Your POV

It was game day and just like any other game I was pumped up and ready to work with my team of talented girls. I was tying my shoes and fixing my socks, motivating myself in my head for a good game day and another win.

"(Y/N)? Are you ready, captain?" One of my teammates teased, they all eased me after becoming captain.

"Yeah." I shook my head and got up from the bench, following her out of the locker rooms.

"(Y/L/N)! Get over here!" Coach yelled, holding his clipboard a while standing next to a good looking man who's athletic clothes did justice.

I jogged over to where he was standing.

"What's up, coach?" I asked.

"I want to introduce you to, Niall Horan. He's a club owner and he's here to see you girls play."

"Nice to meet you." I pulled my hand out to shake, the handshake being firm, but his hands feeling soft.

"Likewise." He winked.

"Niall here, is thinking of making a female soccer team be part of his club and he is looking for girls to make it up." Coach said.

"That's amazing." I smiled at the thought of being a possible choice for an actual team and a not a recreational team.

"Thank you, love. It's about time for female football team to take over."

I nodded in agreement, and I was now even more motivated to do better this game than any other even if it was a regular match.
"Alright youngster, stop you're attempt of bad flirting and get on the field, (Y/L/N)."

"Yes, sir."

I ran to my position on the field, ready to take on the other team, keeping in mind that there was a possible opportunity waiting for me if everything was alright.

The whistle blew, and my mind was only focused on the game. This was going to be my biggest win.

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I was dribbling the ball, moving it with my feet as I took it over to the opposing team's net. There were to girls of the other team behind me, trying to get the ball away from me.

I was almost at the goal, getting ready to shoot and kick it with all my strength until I was brought down, hearing a snap as I fell, the ball not in my possession anymore.

I cried out in pain, clutching my leg. It was unbearable and I didn't want to move, being scared to make it even worse. If this is what being shot felt like, then just take my life away. It felt like a fire placed directly under my leg.

"Everyone move! Give her some space! (Y/L/N), are you okay?" Coach yelled over the many people that had formed a circle around me.

"Just dandy, Coach." I weakly smiled.

"This is serious, (Y/L/N)! How are you feeling? Why do I even ask, your bone is practically popping out!"

Only Coach would exaggerate a this time. My leg was only turning purple and throbbing badly.

"I feel like crap. My leg is killing me, just end the pain, please." I whined as I still clutched my leg.

"Alright, someone call an ambulance."

"Already did, Coach. They're on their way."

"Stay with me, (Y/N)." Coach rarely uses my first name.