For crouchie28:

Tottenham was facing Chelsea today. You sat in the stands, waiting for the game to start. Chelsea was currently in first. You had no doubt that Harry and his teammates would play amazing but you worried about their mental state going up against the leaders. Smoothing out your Kane jersey, you cheered as the teams took the pitch. Harry led the way for Tottenham as captain.

After the formalities were settled, Harry stood just outside of the center circle, waiting for Chelsea to kick off. Diego Costa kicked the ball and the game was on. You cheered whenever Tottenham had the ball. Twenty minutes into the first half and no goals had been scored. Then, Harry got a break away and started sprinting down the field, heading towards the goal.

It was just Courtois and John Terry in between Harry and a goal. Faking out Terry, Harry tried to side step the Englishmen only to be tripped in the box. "Hey!" you shouted out with the rest of the Tottenham supporters as Courtois picked up the ball and punted it out of the box. Harry tried reasoning with the ref but he wasn't moved. "Are you kidding me, ref? That's a penalty!" you shouted.

"Can you stop complaining?" a nasally voice called from behind you. Narrowing your eyes, you turned around to lock eyes with some chick.

"Can I help you?" you responded.

"I asked can you stop complaining. It wasn't a foul," she replied.

"Last time I checked, tripping someone in the box when they had a goal scoring opportunity is a red card and a penalty kick," you shot back.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she questioned, crossing her arms.

"I think I actually know what game I'm watching, unlike the refs who are either blind or bought," you spit out.

"Are you saying Chelsea are cheaters?"

"I never said they were outstanding citizens," you stated.

"You're one to talk. You're only mad because your little boyfriend or whatever the hell he is to you tripped over his shoelaces."

"I'll remember that whenever your little whatever flops," you winked, being sarcastic as ever.

"Diego doesn't do that," she growled. You had to stifle a laugh. Diego Costa is not a flopper? Good joke, right? She didn't find that amusing. The game continued and you tried to ignore the absolutely annoying chick behind you who couldn't keep her mouth closed. Chelsea had scored on a questionable offsides strike from Costa.

"Ref, he was offsides!" you shouted, getting fed up with the refs already. They were absolutely bought by Chelsea, no doubt in your mind.

"He was perfectly onsides," the chick who wouldn't shut up told you.

"Is your specialty screaming out things you have no understanding of and being annoying at the same time or were you just born like that?" you questioned, absolutely done with this woman.

"Are you insulting me?"

"Do you have to always ask obvious questions?" you replied.

"You're a bitch," she growled.

"And you're a childish whore, your point?" you responded. She growled at you again before taking a swing at you. Avoiding it easily, you punched her in the chest. She stumbled backwards before brushing herself off. Glaring daggers at you, she turned around and stomped towards the exit. "Probably to complain to her cheater of a boyfriend," you thought.

The first half ended 1-0 with Chelsea in the lead. You took out your phone and texted Harry a good luck and good job text, including information about the incident between you and Costa's girlfriend before grabbing a drink at the concession stand. When you returned Costa's girlfriend stood their smirking like she had just won a million bucks. "You better watch your back," she smirked before turning towards the pitch.

Rolling your eyes at her pathetic ways, you watched the game restart. Tottenham started with the ball this half. Harry passed backwards and the game had restarted. Tottenham held Chelsea pretty well for the beginning minutes. Harry was passed the ball. As he touched the ball, Costa came up behind him and knocked into him from behind, causing Harry to fall down.

The ref blew the whistle as Harry shot up, turning on Costa. They shared words before Christian got in between the two of them, followed by other Chelsea and Tottenham players. The ref gave Costa a warning and Tottenham had a free kick. You glanced at Costa's girlfriend, knowing she had something to do with Costa's newfound aggression against Harry.

A few minutes later and Harry had the ball again. Getting into a one v one against Costa, your boyfriend faked out Costa and when around him only to be tripped from behind. Costa leaned down and presumably told Harry to get up. Harry shot up again and words were exchanged. You had no doubt your boyfriend could handle himself but you didn't like the dirty looks Costa was shooting him. Costa said something to Harry which you couldn't make out.

However, whatever he said enraged Harry, who pushed Costa in the chest. Costa flopped, rolling around on the ground, clutching his face. Harry just stared down at him and laughed. When the ref shot him a look, Harry pointed at Costa who was still rolling around on the ground. After Costa recovered from his 'injury' the ref took both Costa and Harry to the side. He showed them both a yellow card before the game resumed, Tottenham in possession.

The match ended 2-0 with Chelsea grabbing the win, even though they didn't deserve it. You waved good bye to the other Tottenham WAGs before making your way downstairs. Harry came out of the locker room quickly and led you out of the stadium. A bunch of reporters were camped outside but Harry pulled you through them quickly.

Getting into the car, Harry started the car before backing out of the parking lot. The drive back started out silent until Harry broke it. "The yellow card I got . . ."

"Yeah, what about it?" you replied.

"I got so mad, I think I just blanked and acted on instinct. Costa called you a slut and I just lost it," he responded.

"He's one to talk," you stated, brushing off the comment. You could care less what Costa thought of you. "His girlfriend gave me a headache, she didn't even know the basics of the game," you sighed. The ride back consisted of the two of you laughing at how annoying the Costa couple was.