⚽️ - Your brother (Charlie) was a huge soccer fan, you’ve always came to the games with him since your alcoholic dad was always busy or drunk.

One game you were in the crowd with Charlie, Harli kept on stealing glances from you without you noticing. The girls next to you kept on squealing and blushing at Harli since they thought he was so hot. Harli was a 6’1 guy with fluffy but wavy brown hair and onyx brown eyes and an olive tan. He was player 12.

Player 3: “Dammit, why do we have to choose which cute girl we want from the crowd?” -he says jokingly-

Harli: “already got my eye.” -he smirks-