All Chapters of MY FOOTBALL BOYFRIEND: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Harold....She looked different. Good different but different none the less. Seeing Bella sitting across from me made me feel like I fallen into another universe. I had absolutely no clue she was going to be my double date tonight. When Ryan said his girlfriend was bringing her friend he never once mentioned her name or anything about her.I wasn't prepared to turn around and see her standing there. Standing there in what had to be one of the sexiest dresses I've ever seen in my life. I could do nothing but stand there and take her in. Everything from the way her bright red hair stood out against the white dress, to the way the said dress hugged her curves.Bella looked different than when I last saw her five years ago. The obvious was that her hair was longer but it was still that same bright red that caught my attention five years ago. The same red hair I imagined in my sleep.She also seemed to have grown into her body more. I wasn't e

After our small conversation we lapsed back into silence. I picked at my meal and across from me Harold did the same, deep in thought. Besides us Ryan and Hannah were in their own little world. Harold and I's drama long forgotten as the pair chatted feverishly with one another.Hannah had moved to sit closer. Their hands intertwined on the table, the food long forgotten between them. I watched jealously. They both were so into each other and I was right in easing Hannah's nerves about Ryan not liking her. By the way he was gazing at her the man was in love. She didn't know it but she already had him wrapped around her finger."They may a cute couple." Harold said, making me jump slightly. I hadn't realized how full on staring I was doing."They do." I murmured. While I was slightly jealous I was happy for my best friend. She deserved it."I promise you he is a good guy. Probably one the best guys I've ever met." Harold looked at the couple before looking

I was up pretty early the next day not having slept much. My mind raced back and forth about everything, replaying what happened earlier with Harold. Laying there staring up at the ceiling I had to almost pinch myself to make sure I didn't make up last night.It was so surreal seeing Harold again. It was a bit surprising that I haven't run into him in the past five years. With him playing for the Patriots the stadium was literally half an hour from my apartment. It was a pretty good chance of me running into him but I haven't until now.However I have seen him plenty of times on TV. It was probably some sort of self-punishing but once in a while I would watch his games or his interviews, slightly keeping up to date on his career.It wasn't healthy but when he started in his very first game, maybe 8 months after we broke up, I sat with my mom on the couch and watched him play. The entire time my stomach was in my throat seeing him get hit then get right back up f

After our slightly intense talk about my mom we turned to lighter conversation. Pretty much just talking about things that have happened in the past five years. I talked about how I enjoyed running my mom's bridal shop, adding in funny mother/mother-in-law stories, and how I came to become friends with Hannah.Harold talked about how intense football training was compared to college and how he threw up everyday for a good week when he got drafted, the workouts being that intense. He talked about how he had to prove himself to each of the 'senior' players. When he said how proud his parents were and how they always came to his games, I tried my absolute best to not grimace. It seemed he had absolutely no idea about what went down with his parents and me.It was just nice sitting there chatting and learning how his life turned out since I last saw him. Compared to him my life was severely boring but he still listened intently, never interrupting. It felt like no time had

He had to be talking about the stadium....right? It was probably a coincidence, I mean I did say it was incredible and he agreed. Just because he was looking at me doesn't mean he was talking about me. Yeah that's it. I mentally told myself.Harold shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. I looked away from his eyes and back to the field. It looked so much bigger than it did on tv. The fake grass looking insanely green."The best place to view the whole stadium is at the 50 yard line." Harold said following my gaze down the field.Before he could do anything I found myself yelling, "Race you!". I was already mid-motion as I yelled it, giving myself a heads up. From behind me I heard he curse before he took off after me. I grinned like an idiot as I ran my faster, trying my hardest to get to the 50 yard line before him.My attempt was futile because we both knew who would win. Harold had years of training under his belt and the only running I ever did w