Two Ghosts [h.s]

65

Dallas

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We're all staying in the same Hotel but in different rooms. I've never been to Dallas but I love it so far.

Just like Harry said, yesterday, he carried me to the airplane. Something about literally being in the sky made my legs shake a little bit more so he had to press his hands to my leg keeping it down. 

He wouldn't stop smirking at my predicament and was oddly joyous from the effect.

It's now the next day, around late afternoon and currently, the weather is rather warm so I'm wearing blue Nike shorts and one of Harry's black shirts. Outside of the apartment is a large field that they ventured off doing god knows what. 

Harry texted me that he only left while I was sleeping because they carried him out.

Making my way down the elevator when I step out the door of the Hotel they're all playing football on the field ahead. 

American football though not Louis's English fantasies. They also have a soccer ball next to their sweaters. 

Finally time these guys have time to act their age without all the mafia pressure.

Walking to the edge of the field they all stop what they're doing with a wide smile on their face.

They all have their sunglasses resting on their eyes to block the sun.

"About time you're down here, Sugar!" Niall yells from yards away. 

"Sorry, I was taking a nap!" Bringing my arms to my chest I hold them tight to my body.

Niall throws the ball to Louis who takes off running. Looking back with his hand out he catches the ball swiftly.

Screaming his hands in the air Louis throws the ball to the ground that bounces back in his hand. 

He then points the ball in my direction and I tilt my head in confusion.

"Violet, catch this." He screams, pulling back his arm and throwing the ball at me. Watching it soar through the air I let out a yelp. It's about to hit me so I take a step back quickly. I jog just as the ball falls to the ground.

I just stare at it.

Was I supposed to catch it or something?

Looking up, the boys burst into loud laughter. Holding on to their sides Louis, Niall and Liam fall to the ground as Zayn covers his face.  

Harry himself is hunched over with his hands on his knees looking directly at me with a heaving chest of non-stop laughter. 

"You're supposed to catch it, lad," Louis screams on his hands and knees and I look behind me to the ball.

"You threw it at me!" I yell back in defence and Niall's laughter turns into screams.

Placing my hand on my hips I look for the ball. Spotting it a couple of meters ahead I run to its destination. 

Bending down to pick it up I hold the giant thing in my hands. Once it's in my palms it slides out as I try to grasp it.

"Oh shit." I catch the flying ball quickly.

Taking a much needed breath from that endurance the boys seem to have gotten their act together but are trying to catch their breaths.

"Sugar, throw it." He lifts his arm in an urging motion. 

"I don't know how." My laugh matches theirs and I creep forward so I'm only one yard away.

"She is not walking closer." Liam laughs.