When Lola gets chased through one of New York's finest real estates , she finally reaches safety. However, the door in which she stumbled through happened to belong to one of the richest men in New York.
In return for hiding her from the Police, the...
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Arriving at the football field would have been an issue if it wasn't for the fact that Harry didn't own the football club in the first place.
Throngs of people were sat in the heaving traffic to get into the parking lot, but thankfully Harry's staff had pulled some strings and we were let through all the queues within ten minutes of arriving at the building.
"Are you looking forward to the game?" Harry asked taking my hand in his as he lead the way. He was taking Niall and I through all these tunnels which I was sure I would never remember my way back. Who knew that a stadium could be so complicated?
I nodded my head eagerly. I had never been to an actual football game before, nor had I ever watched one so it was going to be an interesting experience for me. Of course Richard had his friends over a few times a month to watch a game, but I never had a chance to watch it with them, as I was either being their servant or crying in my room.
"Come on! There's Free beer in the box!" Niall ushered, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me along, only to get a glare from Harry and a loud laugh from me.
Harry finally unlocked a room with a single key that was kept in his pocket, and gestured for me to enter.
"After you" He said politely, a mischievous glint in his eye. I was to busy being blinded by the fact that he was being a gentleman that I had missed the devilish smile and was completely unaware that he only did it to let me walk past him so he could get a glimpse at my backside.
Before I had a chance to marvel the position of the box over the football field, my right butt cheek was harshly squeezed.
"HARRY!" I squealed, although it was more like a squawk instead of a lady like scream. I wriggled away from the boy with wandering hand, and made sure that I was distanced from him before I placed my hands on my hips and looked at him pointedly.
"I am not a dog toy Harold" I scolded, wagging my finger at the curly haired pervert. He laughed, light heartedly rolling his eyes before he charged towards me and scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"Let me down this instant!" I laughed, pounding my fists into his back as hard as I could, but much to my dismay, he seemed to be enjoying the massage that I was unintentionally giving him.
"Uh, oh yeah, thats the spot- Yep right there" He praised causing me to stop it immediately and refusing to do something that he enjoys.
"awh, why did you stop?" Harry whined but even though I couldn't see his face, I knew for sure that his bottom lip was in a pout his eyes were sparkling with amusement.
Much to my dismay, before I could make a snappy come back he realised he had the perfect opportunity to grab my bum once again.
"Harry! Stop!" I hissed but I was ignored by the childish male.
" But its just so peachy, and perfect! Babe, I could do this all day" He replied not realising how much he made my heart leap when he called me babe. I wasn't planning on telling him he had that affect on me either.
"Wooaah! Guys the game is about to start and I do NOT want to be the one to witness this!" The irish accent laced with mock disgust interrupted Harry's antics and I couldn't be happier that for once , someone interrupted Harry and I.
"Shut up Niall" Harry bit, holding back the inevitable smile.
" Thank you Niall" I praised and was finally let down by a grumbling Harry. Niall shot Harry a cheeky wink before he sauntered his way over to the couches that overlooked the whole pitch, right at the 50 yard line.
I was about to go join the blonde haired lad when I was pulled back into Harry's side by a muscular arm.
"This isn't over" He growled, his lips brushing against my neck as his hot breath washed over me. I found it outstandingly attractive when Harry's demeanour changed from playful to sexy in a matter of seconds. The fact that he was unpredictable at times made things much more exciting.
"I don't doubt that it isn't" I chuckled and managed to somehow bring the somewhat Bipolar male over to the seats just in time for kick off...
Throughout the rest of the game, we were either all on the edge of our seats or standing and screaming when the team that Harry owned would come charging down the field to score a touchdown.
At half time, Harry ordered some food and some alcohol and unsurprisingly, the irish had most of it, but neither of us seemed to mind especially blonde haired boy himself. Harry didn't even seem phased that the Niall had had about seven bottles of beer in the space of an hour and a half and was no where near being the slightest bit tipsy, yet I was on my second bottle and I was already feeling the warmth of the beer in my stomach.
Harry had of course got some money involved and said that if his team won, Niall would have to pay the negotiated amount of money; even though it was guaranteed that Harry's team would win , Niall went with it anyway and had to pay his best friend fifty dollars.
"Shut up styles, thats fraud, you knew they were going to win" Niall blubbered, but Harry only rolled his eyes refusing to give his mate the money back. Niall then went on to explain that Harry had plenty of money but he was declined yet again when Harry said he wanted to keep it as a reminder that he is always right.
I decided it was best to stay out of their bickering, so I just giggled to each of their comebacks while we waited for the limo to arrive.
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