Erin [editing]

FIVE| playin' some footie

Being grounded sucks. I can't do anything! I've never been grounded before in my life. Harry had taken every sharp item in the bathroom out and replaced it with unbreakable rubber shit. He also went shopping for me without me. I'm locked in this boring ass room for the entire day until I get called down there. I have a TV, but Harry took the remote and turned off my cable. I have nothing to do, absolutely nothing. I sat at the desk that's in the opposite corner of the vanity. I got a pencil and started to write in the notebook. I stared at the notebook for what felt like hours and didn't write a word. Not one word was written other than the date- Friday, August 3. I frowned and closed the book. The knock at my door startled me. I went and opened it and it was Louis.

"What do you want?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Hey, don't be like that," Louis frowned at me. "But, since you are starting school in a couple weeks, you should play a sport."

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked. "Do I look like the sports type to you?"

"You could be," Louis smiled.

"Ugh," I groaned. "Bite me."

"It'll be fun!" Louis smiled. "I've always wanted to go to my daughters football game."

"Girls don't play football, genius," I said.

"I meant soccer," Louis scoffed.

"Then why didn't you say it," I argued.

"Don't start this," Louis groaned.

"I don't know how to play," I said. "And I don't want to learn. Now beat it, asshole."

"No," Louis scowled. "You're coming outside with me to learn to play soccer, now."

"But I'm grounded," I noted. "I'm not allowed to leave my room."

"Well, I'm the only one home, so now you're ungrounded. Let's go," Louis said.

I followed him into his and Harry's room. We went on the left side and he handed me a jersey, shorts, and cleats. He gave me some of his shin guards too and I groaned. He had his own personal ones. Fucking narcissist.

"Meet me at the front yard in five minutes," said Louis.

I groaned and went back into my room. I don't want to play soccer! I don't even like sports, I've never played one in my life! I changed into the stupid sporty clothes and went to the bathroom. I put my hair in another ponytail and I tightened the laces of the cleats that unfortunately fit me. I went down the stairs and outside to see Louis kicking the ball by himself up in the air. He noticed me and motioned for me to follow him. We walked to the side of the house and there sat two soccer goals yards away from each other. Harry has his own mini soccer field, what the actual fuck.

"Alright, so are you a goalie?" Louis asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you want to block or shoot the ball?" Louis asked again.

"Block it, I guess," I shrugged.

"Then that's a goalie. You cannot let the ball get into the net," said Louis. "Or the other team will score and we strive to win."