Its Not Just A Sport (One Direction Fanfic) Book 1

Chapter One

[Chapter One]

I lay snuggled up to my pillow, my eyes heavy with lack of sleep yesterday's practice was tied up with a whole lot of full outs. My arms were curled up in my blankets pulled to my chest, preserving warmth. I was in the midst of running the routine in my head, which I was doing until my alarm decided to screech.

"Good morning to you too," I mutter groggily rubbing my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up the slightest. Soon followed by my alarm my phone beeped, "I'm up," I say quickly shutting of my alarm before swinging my tan legs over the side of my bed. My toes curling into the deep raven hued carpet. Picking my phone up off my white bed side table and pressing the home screen and seeing I had received a message from Peyton.

"Get up girl, tryouts remember? - Peyton"

I quickly typed a reply, when my eyes flickered to the time five am-great. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, complete with a deep blue bow and quickly changing into a pair of purple Nike Pros and a white sports bra with my NCA jacket overtop, nfinitys on my feet I hurried down the stairs pocketing a couple snacks and a water bottle. I soon quietly, and swiftly hurried to Peyton's car that was parked in the drive way.

With her head out the window she calls to me: "Took you long enough," laughing she returns back to her previous position with her hands gripping the steering wheel and her blonde hair in a French braid. I reply with a laugh, hopping into the car and buckling the seat belt.

"Excited?" Peyton asks turning to me briefly before her eyes adverted to the side mirror as she backed out of my driveway.

"Tired," I corrected screwing up my lips.

"As am I," Peyton laughs before with one hand she reaches for the radio and flicks the station over so now we're in the middle of listening to a cheesy pop song. "This will wake you up a bit," She says with a smile."Someone had too much caffeine this morning," I say a bubble of laughter escaping my lips.

"Barely enough, I cannot believe coach made us train an extra hour and a half," She says pulling into the driveway of our cheerleading gym. I just nod in agreement walking through the main entrance and to the rows of lockers, before shoving my water bottle and snacks in the locker. Peyton and I we get a few "Hellos," and smiles as we make our way onto the mats.

"Alright," coach Cam yells with him hands placed on his hips making his biceps bulge. "If you thought last night's training was hard, then you've got another thing coming-this is tryouts for the top team this isn't no play date, m' kay?"

"Yes sir," we reply spreading out to stretch.

"Stretch first and then we will do a quick warm up before y'all show me what you can do." Cam says his brow furrowing and his upper lip folds over the bottom in concentration.

I sit down in straddle, stretching out my legs and such. Then five minutes later we were doing synchronised kicks and jumps to tumble.

"Okay Paige you're up," Cam calls with a clipboard propped in his arms. I turn my head to smile at Peyton and Matt as I head up to the main mats. I held my head high and shoulders back, this was my chance to show Cam I am meant to be on the Cheer Athletics. I'd trained long and hard, through blood, sweat and tears-I gave it my all."Thanks," I whisper to Matty, our fingers interlocked as we head off the floor, when Peyton walked on. I turn my head and mouthed to a peppy Peyton: "I will meet you at the gym." She nods before beginning a complex tumble pass that consists of a round-off, back handspring, tuck, stepout, roundoff, layout, back hand spring series to full. I clap loudly before heading out the door towards the gym down the road.

It was now eight in the morning and with my hand clutched around my drink bottle and in the other was a granola bar, I did not realize I'd walking into someone until I heard a series of profanities.

"Sorry," I say my eyebrows furrowing the slightest.

"Don't worry about it, I wasn't watching where I was going." A husky voice replied, the boy looked up his curls were tousled and his eyes were like embers. His eyebrows quirked upwards when he saw my attire. He stuck his hand out and I took it: "I'm Styles, Harry Styles."

That statement was enough to make me shiver, my brothers bandmate.