Stealing Home

Football or Soccer?

Sorry this one is a bit short.

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I heard a hushed 'shh' come from behind the door.

"And what would that be?" He asked with a confused look still on his face.

"That..." I said pausing. I then hit the door of his hotel room about three inches under the peephole.

Next we heard an "oww!" And about three people fall, followed by

"Get your fat arses off of me!" Being shouted by Louis. Niall and I were on the ground because we were laughing so hard. We opened the door to see Zayn holding his hand to his forehead, and Harry and Liam still lying on top of Louis.

"So what were you going to tell me?" Niall asked after catching his breath.

"That your friends need to stop listening in on people conversations because it rude, and frankly because they suck at it." I said still laughing.

"Well since you are here would you care to join us for dinner?" Liam asked politely after getting up off of Louis.

"I would be absolutely delighted too." I said in my British accent.

"Are you making fun of our accents directly to our faces?" Louis asked sassily.

"Uhh, I am hurt to think that you lot feel I would do such a thing." I said faking hurt still with the accent.

"Well. I'm from Minnesota don't ya know. It snows here all the time and we think the Vikings are good at football." Louis said trying to mock the accents in Fargo. If you don't know what accent I am referring to then you have to go on YouTube and look up Fargo movie accents.

"You did not just got there!" I said suddenly dead serious. I hate when people do that accent because no one talks like that.

"Well lets see, I think I did." Louis sassed.

"First off no one talks like that, and second off the viks actually played well this year. They could have won the playoffs if our QB wasn't hurt!" I said matter-of-factly.

"I say they sucked and that American football sucks and is for people with anger issues and is completely pointless." Louis said and continued ranting.

I just stayed there glaring at him, when he said it was took no real mental ability and it was only running into people, i was done. I turned around and stomped out the door to my room and sat on the couch.

Liam POV

We heard the door to her room slam shut after she stomped out of ours.

"Good job Louis! You've upset her!" Niall said with slight anger.

"I didn't think she was going to get upset like that, and I didn't mean it was for stupid people without brains." Louis said defensively.

"But you only said basically that." Zayn said to Lou.

"No, well I guess I did." He said looking at the ground.

"She won't answer my texts or calls." Niall said sadly as he sat down on the couch.

"how about You four go down to the car and I'll try and get her to come." I suggested.

"Okay." Harry said grabbing Louis' arm and dragging him out the door, Zayn followed.

"Get her to come, please." Niall said.

"Don't worry I'll do my best, mate." I told him patting his back reassuringly.

"Thanks Liam." He said before leaving the room.

I walked over to the balcony door that goes to her room I knocked on it and looked in. She was on the couch laying on her stomach with her head on a pillow. I knocked again. She turned her head towards me, then got up from the couch and unlocked the door and let me in.

"Do you still want to join us for dinner?" I asked sitting down on the couch.

"I don't know." She said sighing.

"Here." I said patting the spot next to me. "What's the problem."

"I sort of take football seriously." She said crossing her legs as she sat down.

"I got that from the way you stomped out." I said slightly laughing.

"Yeah? Sorry about that." She said putting her hand on the back of her head.

"No problem. Louis is sorry he upset you though. He doesn't know what he's taking about." I told her.

"He just doesn't understand how hard it actually is. You have to remember so many things, and at the same time have to do them, and are constantly looking for where the ball is, where it's going, and who's going where, and if anyone is coming at you. You're constantly paranoid that someone is coming to tackle you and you are thinking about not wanting to screw anything up in case someone gets hurt." She said so fast I could barely make some things out.

"You need to teach us all about football sometime." I told her.

"That would be great! You could come to a game and I could show you guys how to play and everything." She said all of a sudden cheerful to the idea of showing us about football.

"And you can prove Louis wrong." I added.

"Don't worry I will!" She said happily.

"Come on now. I am hungry and I think we should go before Niall eats the boys." I said laughing. "Oh and by the way Niall was a bit sad that you didn't answer him after that situation."

"Really?" She asked her eyes lighting up at the mention of his name.

"Yup" now lets go!" I said walking to the door.

"Okay, but you have to make Louis admit that football is better than soccer and he will never be better than me at anything." She shouted while pulling on her shoes. All I could do was laugh.

I opened the door of the van to see the rest of the lads, and Paul in the drivers seat.

"So is she coming?" Harry asked.

"Under one condition." I said, hiding her behind me.

"And what may that be?" Zayn asked curious

"That Louis says football is better than soccer and that he will never be better than her at anything." I told them what she had said to me minutes ago.

"No. Not happening. Never." Louis stated crossing his arms.

"Say it Louis!" Niall shouted from the back seat.

"Never!" Louis shouted back.

"Louis, you don't want her being sad because of you, do you?" Zayn asked him.

"Fine! I Louis Tomlinson agree that American football is better than 'soccer'" he said spitting at the word soccer.

"And..." Zayn added

"And I will never be better than her at anything." He said with a sigh, putting his head in his hands.

"Yes!" Molly exclaimed jumping out from behind me, then proceeded to do some type of dancing.

"But she is no where near better at dancing than me!" Louis complained. He then jumped out of the van next to Molly and started doing his 'stop the traffic, let 'em through' dance. Both of their dancing left us doubled over laughing.

"Face it Tomlinson, you're just jealous because I have the moves like jagger."

She said getting into car smiling. We had a great dinner, after that.