Chapter 32:
I wake up next to Liam, which is surprising. We’re in my bedroom, tucked tightly under a mountain of blankets. When I open my eyes, the light shines dully through the thin curtains. It’s not sunny out, but the light of the morning adorns the room. Liam smiles beside me, his beautiful brown eyes lighting up when he finds me awake.
“Hi LiLi,” I say with a shy smile.
“Delilah,” he grins.
“How did—“
“We all fell asleep on the couch. I woke up so I carried you in here,” he interrupts my thought. “I was too tired to go to my own room,” Liam says with a laugh.
“Aww Liam was tired,” I say cheekily.
“Shut up,” he smiles.
“Oh my gosh, Liam, you bad boy.”
“I know, I’m such a badass sometimes,” he says with a laugh.
“Hey whatever happened to the meeting with Simon yesterday?” I ask, remembering the reason Louis had called me home so quickly yesterday morning.
“It’s today. Either Louis needed an excuse to bring you home,” Liam starts. “Or he actually thought the meeting was yesterday. Simon should be here soon actually,” Liam says glancing at the bright screen of his iPhone.
He stands up and walks out of the room, closing the door quietly. I can hear him shut the door to his own room down the hall, probably to get dressed. I decide to change as well. I throw on a blue plaid flannel shirt that hangs off my thin frame. I press the soft fabric to my nose and recognize Harry’s distinct scent. It smells so good and familiar, like cologne and sweat. I also put on as pair of dark tinted jeans, and leave my feet bare.
When I reach the living room, all of the boys are gathered around the table. Another man sits with them, talking loudly and drinking from a white mug. He has dark hair and a wide smile. I recognize Simon Cowell right away.
"Uncle Simon!' Harry yells as he run towards the table.
Liam stands up, now wearing fit jeans and a grey Burberry shirt, and approaches me. He takes a hold of my forearm and brings me over to the table. “Del, this is Simon.”
“Hello, Delilah, I’ve heard a lot about you,” he glances around to the boys, a smile creeping onto his lips. He holds his hand out, and I put my own out as well. He shakes my hand firmly and I sit down beside Liam at the table. “So lads, you’ve got another concert tomorrow night,” Simon continues.
“Yeah it’s gonna be mad,” Zayn says.
“I’m really excited,” Harry says with a grin.
I sit at the table listening as the boys and Simon discuss the set list, the opening act, the wardrobe, etc. When the meeting’s over, Zayn, Niall, Liam, and I stand up and drift away from the table. Liam goes out, planning on bringing Danielle on a date. Zayn, Niall, and I go into Zayn’s room to watch some TV. Louis asked to speak with Simon, and Harry stayed behind with him. Zayn pulled Niall and I into his room after Lou asked to speak to Simon.
“What’s up with that?” I ask Zayn when we’re seated on his bed.
“Who knows?” Niall shrugs, glaring at Zayn.
We watch Family Feud for a while, shouting the answers at the TV. The door bursts open and Harry and Lou come in. “Why the hell are you shouting random shit?!” Louis asks with a laugh.
“Yeah, ‘ranch dressing’? ‘German shepherd? The fuck…?” Harry says.
“It’s Family Feud you mofos,” Zayn says.
“Oh man, this is the best,” Louis says squeezing between Zayn and me. The five of us sit on the bed, watching TV until Louis interrupts us again.
“Guys, let’s go play football!” he yells.
“Yehhhh let’s do this poo,” Harry says jumping up and running from the room, his curls bouncing as he runs. Louis jumps up as well and I follow him out the door. As soon as we’re in the hallway, I run behind him and jump on his back. He laughs and spins me around until I’m dizzy.
“Go get dressed, Del, it’s on,” Lou says running into his room. I quickly throw on a pair of Adidas cleats and soccer shorts. I grab a bottle of Fiji water from the fridge (Louis insists on only buying Fiji) and run outside to meet the boys.
Louis stands on the grass with one foot resting on the ball and his hands on his hips. He wears a white Yorkshire Tea soccer jersey. “It’s about time,” he says with a playful eye roll. Zayn runs towards me, with Niall following closely behind.
Zayn practically jumps into my arms and shouts, “You’re on my team!”
“Haha okay Zaynie,” I reply.
“Alright then, how bout Zayn, Delilah, and Louis against Niall, Harry, and I?” Liam suggests.
“Bring it,” I say with a grin.
We start off with the ball and Louis has scored 3 times already. Liam runs across the lawn kicking the ball a foot in front of him making his way to our goal. Zayn swerves from side to side readying himself to block Liam’s shot. Louis runs from across the field and shouts my name. “Del, get ready!” he says.
I nod and run up to Liam. He doesn’t notice me as he approaches our goal. Niall runs from Louis’ side to Liam and I. As soon as I’m about to kick the ball from Liam’s possession, Niall slips on the grass and lands right on his ass.
I burst out laughing and Liam escapes with the ball. Niall sits in the funniest position, with his legs spread apart and his arms flailed to the side. I fall to the ground, holding my stomach with laughter.
“Holy shit Niall!” I say between laughs. “That was fucking hilarious!”
Liam stands in front of our goal and pulls his leg back, kicking the ball towards Zayn. The ball goes right in and Liam lets out a whoop.
“Oh yeahhhh!” he shouts. “5 to 1!” Harry starts laughing at that and looks back to Niall.
“What the fuck are you doin’ down there?” Harry shouts.
“Del, you had him!” Louis says to me with a sigh as he approaches Niall and me lying on the grass.
“That was too freaking funny though,” Zayn says as he jogs towards us.
“Oh, I’m just hangin’ out down here,” Niall says.
“Good thing that was freaking gold or you and Zayn would be deaddd,” Louis says to me.
“Oh Louis, so serious about your soccer, aren’t ya?” I say cheekily poking his chin.
“It’s football, you American,” he says with a laugh.
“Down in ‘Murica, we do things our own way,” I say in a Southern accent.
“Dafuq does that mean?” Niall says standing up.
“Who knows,” I shrug.
“Well, since you made us lose—“ Louis starts.
“Hey, we’re winning 5 to 1 actually—“
“That’s it,” Louis says. He picks me up in his muscled arms and throws me over his shoulder.
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