All Chapters of OFFSIDE HEARTS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Liam Carter didn’t believe in sparks.Not on the field, anyway. Chemistry was a myth. What people called chemistry that effortless flow between players wasn’t magic. It was muscle memory. Timing. Repetition. Rehearsal until instinct replaced thought.Magic had no place in football.But the first time Noah Hayes stepped onto the training pitch, something twisted in Liam’s gut—hot, immediate, and entirely unwanted.He told himself it was instinct. A coach’s eye recognizing talent. That sharpness in Noah’s movements, the hungry way he attacked the ball. Controlled chaos. Feet fast enough to blur, like his body was always just ahead of his thoughts.Too fast. Too reckless.Too goddamn young.Liam crossed his arms tighter, narrowing his eyes as Noah sprinted past the back line with a grin that didn’t belong here, not in this league, not on a rookie.“Watch the offside!” Liam barked, sharp and sudden.Noah barely turned his head. Just lifted a hand in a lazy, cocky little salute like he’d h

Liam didn’t ask Noah to stay behind.He didn’t need to.By now, it was routine. Practice would end, players would file out, and Noah would find some reason to linger — “extra touches,” “recovery drills,” or some vague claim about wanting to “work on positioning.”Liam knew it wasn’t about drills.And yet… he never told him to leave.That night, the field was slick with a light mist, the kind that made the turf feel heavier beneath cleats. The sun had dipped just below the fence line, throwing a dusty gold glow across the grass. Everything felt quieter. Like the day was holding its breath.Noah stood just outside the penalty box, resting a foot on the ball.He didn’t move when Liam approached.“You’re not here for extra touches,” Liam said.Noah didn’t deny it. Just looked up, eyes unreadable. “You ever miss it?”Liam paused. “Miss what?”“Playing.”That caught him off guard.“I miss winning,” Liam said after a beat.Noah nodded slowly. “I don’t think that’s the same thing.”Silence st

The crowd roared. Not loud, not thunderous—yet—but steady, like a storm gathering in the distance.Liam stood with his arms folded on the sideline, expression unreadable beneath the black team jacket zipped to his throat. His gaze was locked on the field, eyes tracking one player more than the ball itself.Noah Hayes was everywhere.He cut across the pitch like a blade, quick feet, sharp instincts, wild energy. The kind of player who drew eyes even when he wasn’t trying. But Noah was trying. At least today.And Liam could feel it.Not just in the way Noah played, but in the way he kept glancing toward the bench. Subtle. Quick. But intentional.Like he was asking, Are you watching me?Of course Liam was watching.He always was.Noah had started on the wing fast and fluid, frustrating the defenders within the first five minutes. Liam’s instructions had been clear: stay focused, keep wide, don’t overcommit. But Noah, as always, did things his own way.And yet…He made it work.Liam hated

The rain came out of nowhere.It wasn't the light, apologetic drizzle they'd trained through a hundred times. This was something else — heavy, sharp, relentless. It sheeted across the pitch like a warning. But practice didn’t stop. Not with Liam Riley watching.Especially not with Noah Carter running like he had something to prove.Players moved like their cleats were fighting the mud. They slipped. Stumbled. Swore under their breath. But Noah was different. Fierce. Focused. Every pivot, every sprint, every tackle was done like he was chasing something he couldn’t name.Or maybe someone.Liam stood on the sideline, arms crossed, soaked to the skin, pretending he couldn’t see what was right in front of him.Noah wasn’t just training.He was testing him.And Liam was failing.He snapped commands through the downpour, his voice cutting across the field like thunder. “Tighter turns, Carter. You’re not dancing out here.”Noah didn’t reply. Just pushed harder.Then he slipped.It happened f

Liam hated how aware he was.The day after the locker room confrontation, every detail on the training ground seemed magnified. The whistle in his hand, the steady beat of players’ cleats against the turf, even the burn of the sun pressing down. Everything should have been routine.But then there was Noah. Always Noah.Running drills with too much energy, laughing too loudly with teammates, throwing glances that lingered just long enough to catch Liam’s eye.Liam forced himself to keep his expression cold. Detached. He barked orders, corrected positioning, pushed the pace until every player bent double, gasping. If he made it hard enough, maybe Noah would finally stop testing him.But when he looked up, Noah was still standing tall, sweat pouring down his temples, that insufferable grin still carved across his mouth.After training, Liam retreated to his office, desperate for silence. He closed the blinds, shut the door, and sat heavily at his desk. The file in front of him blurred as