Camrynn’s P.O.V:
“Momma! You’ve gotta buy the U.S. College Football channel! I can’t go forever without seein’ my Crimson Tide win!” I call to Momma from the couch.
“We’ve already got that channel, Rynn!” Momma calls back from the kitchen, “I know you love football, so I got the channel before we even moved. The channel number is 265!” Momma finishes, laughing.
“WOO! I’M SAVED! ROLL TIDE, ROLL!!” I scream, grabbing the remote and going to channel 265. The game that’s on right now is between Texas and LSU, but BAMA’s up next, against Florida. This is gonna be an easy win over those floridiots; Florida can’t play worth a darn!
“Momma! Can you fix me a bag a popcorn, please? I gotta go get my jersey!” I yell, getting up from the couch to run up the two sets of stairs to get to my BAMA jersey.
“Okay!” Momma screams, used to this routine. I get into my room and search my drawers for my jersey. Every time there’s a game with BAMA, and I wear my jersey; they win! No, not really. I just like to tell myself that. I slip on my jersey and head back downstairs to watch the rest of Texas and LSU, and shout for BAMA’s support against Florida. I turn around and head back up the stairs to grab a hair-tie for my long, annoyingly thick hair. I scoop my hair into a high pony tail, and then finally head downstairs. I stop on the first set of stairs when I hear two voices in the kitchen.
“Yes, I know not to do anything, M’am; all I want to do is talk to Camrynn. May I?” it sounds like Liam… I wonder what he wants. I decide it won’t hurt to go down to the living room, and head down the last few stairs.
I run into Liam as he turns the corner to go upstairs.
“Oh, hey Liam.” I smile, feeling like the stupid little cheerleader I was in 7th grade when I feel my ponytail bouncing behind me.
“Hey Camrynn. I’ve really gotta talk to you.” Liam says in a really serious voice.
“Okay, hang on.” I smile, leaning around the corner to talk to Momma, “Hey Momma, could you tell me how much longer ‘till BAMA starts the game they’re gonna win, and keep the popcorn in the microwave so it’ll stay warm please?”
“Sure thing sweetie, oh, and thirty minutes until BAMA beats Florida.” Momma laughs.
“Thank ya!” I call, grabbing Liam’s hand and running up the two flights of stairs to my room, but not before Momma calls out.
“Don’t forget to leave the door open!”
“Yes’m!” I call out, “God these steps are gonna be the death of me!” I laugh. Liam chuckles too.
“Yeah, I’m glad they’re not in my house, ha.”
“Welcome to my room, the place I came to escape it all back in the States.” I say to Liam as we enter my room and I sit down on my bed, letting go of Liam’s hand.
“So, what did ya wanna talk about?” I ask him, pulling my legs up into the crossed position on my bed.
“Well-” he starts, only to be interrupted by Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Louis running through my door. Liam sighs a frustrated sigh.
“Wazzup, my man?!” Harry exclaims, doing the ‘Swag Walk’ towards him, holding his hand up for a high-five. Liam just stares at him, and Harry awkwardly clears his throat and stands up straight.
“Um… Never mind, then.” Harry says, making me laugh. As soon as I laugh, I see Louis, who walked in with a serious-as-all-heck face, crack a smile as soon as I started laughing. Maybe he does like me…
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Why... Me?
FanfictionCamrynn is your average southern girl...that has to move to Doncaster, England. She lives with both of her parents on their farm in Georgia with her horse and the client's horses. But, she sees things starting to go downhill between her father and h...
