Mila

Mila: the girl in the pic, is 18, lives in Barcelona Liam Jones: you + the boy in the pic , 19, playes soccer for FC Barcelona Beginning of story: I never thought attending FC Barcelona’s first match of the season would end with me getting hit in the head by a football. My name is Mila, and I’m sitting in the front row of the stadium, close enough to see every detail of the players on the pitch. The atmosphere is incredible, thousands of fans cheering as Barcelona’s newest young talent, nineteen-year-old Liam Jones, makes his official debut. I’ve heard so much about him already, and honestly, I’m curious to see what all the hype is about. The match is intense, and I’m watching closely when Liam gets possession of the ball near the goal. He takes a shot, putting a little too much power behind it. One second, I’m watching the game. The next, something smacks straight into my head. “Ow! Oh my God!” I exclaim, grabbing my forehead as the football bounces away from me. The people around me gasp, and I can hear the crowd reacting. I blink a few times, trying to process what just happened, before looking down at the ball near my feet. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumble, rubbing my head. When I look back toward the pitch, I notice Liam standing there with the most horrified expression I’ve ever seen. A moment later, he rushes toward the sidelines, apparently more concerned about me than the match itself. My eyes widen when he actually approaches the barrier in front of my seat. Up close, he looks even more handsome than he does on television, with messy hair, flushed cheeks, and an apologetic expression. “Hey, hey… are you alright?” he asks, crouching down in front of me. I stare at him for a second before letting out a small laugh.