Mrs All American

6

Blake's pov

"That doesn't makes sense" Michael called me out on it and my nerves heightened. I had told him a little white lie, but it was for a good reason. The two of us had just met a few days ago and I had never revealed my story to anyone, let alone someone I just met. Don't get me wrong, Michael was a great guy, but the topic was touchy for me.

"What doesn't?" I questioned him innocently as I casually sipped my hot chocolate.

"You'd been playing futbol since you were five, and when you were picked to play professionally" he exaggerated, "you said no??" He asked dumbfounded.

Okay so maybe it wasn't such a small lie.

"Well" I paused, internally debating my response. "First of all it's called soccer" I said, making him laugh and roll his eyes. "And yeah pretty much" I replied with a small laugh as I reached over and placed my mug on the wooden table.

He shook his head as if he wasn't buying it. "Why?" Was all he asked.

I shrugged, "I had to be home for my siblings, cuz my mom was working all the time" I told him which was partially true. I did have to be home for my two younger siblings since I was the oldest of the family. It wasn't until my mom was let go from work that I had to give up playing soccer.

"Ah, I see" he nodded understandingly. He looked like he completely understood where I was coming from, but the truth is, he didn't know the half of it. I just nodded in response and let out a breathless chuckle. "Are your parents divorced?" He asked and I could tell as soon as he asked he regretted it. "Sorry I shouldn't-"

"No no it's fine" I assured him with a smile. "But yes," I agreed, going along with his false assumption. "They are, and my mom remarried last year" I added. He nodded, not sure if this was a good thing or not. "Which is why I'm here" I joked to lighten the mood. Thankfully he laughed, taking to tension out of the air.

"Do you have any siblings?" I asked, changing the subject.

He shook his head, "it's just me" he replied putting hims hands back over his head and flashed me a smile.

"Must be nice" I confessed in admiration, making him chuckle.

"I guess it is," he admitted. "But since we started the band it's like I'm never home anyway, you know?"

"No I don't actually" I laughed. "I've never been in a band" I joked. "But I'd love to hear about it" I suggested as he sipped his drink. Laughing, Michael then proceeded to tell me a little bit of what it was like to be in a band.

He confirmed that they had just finished their first stadium tour with one direction, and they would be accompanying them on another one in a few months time. He told me that they practice almost everyday for a few hours, and they had released an album worldwide and they were currently finishing up their second one that would be released in October.

"You guys are hugely successful" I stated dumbfounded. "Why have I never heard if you?" I rhetorically asked, embarrassed that I had been apparently living under a rock. He smiled and shrugged it off, clearly not offended at all.

Suddenly he whipped out his phone. "Oh my gosh it's 3:30??" He thought aloud, standing to his feet. "We have rehearsals at four" he groaned and slid his phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

"That's okay" I smiled from the couch and placed my drink back down.

"Wait, do you wanna come?" He asked. I was a little taken back by his polite offer.

"I wouldn't want to intrude..."

"Are you kidding? It'll be awesome we can show you all our songs and you can meet the boys- it'll be great" he insisted. "And we're having a barbecue in my backyard afterwards" he added in an attempt to persuade me.