One Direction Short Stories.

It's called football, not soccer

I walked through the dark streets of Boston alone. I wasn’t scared at all, I knew the place well, I’ve come here since I was six all the way from London, England. My grand-mummy and grand-poppy live here, moved here when I was six. I always loved coming to Massachusetts, especially Boston. For the Summer. Now I have to live here. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here, it’s just all of my friends and family are back in London! Ever since grand-poppy died, grand-mummy’s been feeling down. She’s been ill for a while and my parents are getting nervous. They want to spend some more time with her before she passes just we’re not sure when she will. She’s been sick for a while but she could be six for 5 more years and we’d stay here that long. I don’t want her to go, though. I’m scared she will…

I sighed heavily tossing the football in between my hands.  I was headed to a park nearby; I think it’s called the Boston Common? I saw it on the way to the apartment and I just wanted to kick the football against the fence for a while. I love football; it’s my favorite sport. I think people here call it soccer? That’s a weird name, but that’s because they already have football that doesn’t even include the feet that much! Weird Americans, but I love ‘em!

I put the ball under my arm and lugged my pack onto my shoulder more. I looked at my watch: 8:50. I have to be home by 10:00. My parents are pretty lenient when it comes to my being home, just as long as it’s before midnight on weekends and 10 on school nights. I won’t be starting school until Wednesday, two days. I’ll be going into senior year. I really hated transferring right in the middle of the school year, it’s April, for god’s sake!

I rounded the street corner and saw the lit up park. I smiled slightly, thinking of the fun I’ll have. I jogged across the street and walked in. I sat at one bench and put on my shin guards and socks, then my cleats. I pulled on an under armor under my tee shirt cause I was a bit cold and stood up. I pulled my long blond hair into a pony tail and dribbled the ball over to the fence. That’s when I saw about five other guys playing also, on the other side of the tennis court, the other fence. I jogged over to them.

“Hey, mates, wanna kick a few?” I asked. They stopped what they were doing and looked at me, still smiling from the good time they were having. Then I noticed the video cameras filming them. “Oh shit, sorry, didn’t see that, I’ll just be off then.” I said.

I started off in the opposite direction but was stopped when I heard another British accent. Not exactly London, more like Doncaster.

“It’s alright, love, it’s just a little video diary, you can join us if you like.” I turned around to the smiling figure who spoke.

Shock took over my body as I recognized who I was speaking with. “Oh my god, you’re that boy band everybody’s raving about! One Direction, right?” I asked Louis. He was wearing his football clothes: white under armor, a red, white, and blue tee shirt, and matching shorts with white socks.

“Yeah, that’s us!” A Wolverhampton voice answered. I turned and was greeted with the handsome face of Liam Payne. He was wearing a blue shirt and grey pants.

“I-I’ll go.” I stuttered. “You probably don’t want to be bothered by fans.”

“It’s alright, really! I’d like to see you play.” Harry said. He was wearing a white long sleeve shirt, a grey beanie, black shorts, and white socks.

I smiled. “I’m more of a goalie.” I said.

“After you can be a goalie, right now that’s me.” Louis smiled. I smiled again.

“You’re on. Me against you all?” I asked.

“You sure?” Harry asked. “We’re hard to beat.”

“I’m sure.” I smiled again. I placed my ball by my stuff then Liam passed the ball to me. I nodded in thanks and waited for the signal to start. One of the cameramen said ‘Start’.

I got completely in the zone. I raced forward, first dogging Niall by doing the scissor and cutting out to the right, then I beat around Liam by cutting left, kicking the ball behind my left foot with my right heel and arcing out. I beat Harry just simply by out running him and beat Zayn by cutting right with my left foot. Now it’s just me and Louis. I faked a kick to the right corner of the makeshift goal and smoothly switched to my left and kicked into the goal.

“Left foot!” I said landing on my right foot after kicking. The boys all looked at me in disbelief. I smiled at them again.

“Jesus, woman!” Louis said. I laughed at his face. The face he was making was very funny, he had a double chin and was lifting one of his eyebrows and it was funny! “Now, I’d really like to see you in goal!”

I jogged back over to my stuff and grabbed my goalie gloves. I ran back over pulling them on. I rolled down my under armor sleeves and made sure my shorts were as far down as they could go so I was covered and wouldn’t get too dirty. I took my place in goal and watched as the boys battled for the ball. Louis got it and came at me. I got ready, staying on my toes, muscles ready for a speedy reaction. I watched as he got ready for the kick. My muscles screamed with anticipation for him to kick. He brought his foot down to the ball. He kicked it hard to the left corner. Damn him, the left corner. I dove for it fast and surprisingly caught it before it crossed the line. I couldn’t get a grip on it so I somehow pushed it out to the side.

There was a chorus of “ohs!” and laughing. I stood up and brushed some dirt off while Louis came up to me. We did that “bro-hug” thing.

“I’d like to play with you more often.” He said smiling. I grinned.

“Same here, it’s nice to here another British accent amongst the Americans.” He nodded.

“Can I have your number?” He asked me. I nodded my head. I ran and grabbed my phone. I handed it to Louis. He put his number in fast then handed it to the other boys. They all put their numbers in and handed my phone back.

“Thanks, lads.” I said.

“No problem, lass, how long are you here for?” Niall asked with his adorable Irish accent.

“Forever, or until my grand-mummy dies.” I said sadly. I looked at the ground trying not to think of the unthinkable.

The boys were obviously troubled by my response. “We’re here for a bit longer, just give us a call and we’ll come out and verse you in football again.” Liam said patting my shoulder.

I smiled. “I had a lot of fun, thanks, guys.” I looked at them. They all looked back at with happy eyes. I could tell they had fun also.

“We’ll be better the next time you see us, I can promise you that.” I smiled at the thought of see them again. I checked the time: 9:45.

“Well, boys, I’ve got to be heading home, thanks for the fun night.” I grinned.

“It’s almost 10 at night and you’re walking home alone?” Zayn asked.

“Do you want a ride? We can drop you off.” Liam offered.

“But you boys aren’t done yet.” I said.

“Who said we weren’t?” Louis sassed. I smiled and jokingly did the ‘Z’-formation thing. “Besides I’m tired!”

I shrugged, “okay!”

This is the start of a wonderful friendship. I smiled at the thought.