Rehab

Chapter One: Back Home

"Harry, pass me the ball! Over here!" I yell towards Harry. He swiftly kicks the ball towards me and I immediately start dribbling it. I try my best to not lose control as I near the net, getting closer and closer with every step. I build up more speed and make sure I'm ready and in a good place where I know I can kick it in and get my third goal this game. I then quickly stop for a second, and kick the ball hard and watch it go right over the goalies head, and right after hear the whistles that signal the game had just ended, and we won the football tournament. I hear the crowd cheering, and look right at my mom and little sister to see them jumping up and down. I then look at Coach Harlock and he is high fiving my other team mates and cheering me on. I then see my best friend Harry running towards me and we attempt to chest bump. I cannot help to stop the smile spreading across my face and am so happy. So happy to be playing a sport that I love and doing well at such a young age and being surrounded by so many friends and family. Especially Harry.

13 years later

The worst thing to wake up to at 7:00 on a Saturday morning is the sound of an alarm while having a hangover. But of course like usual I am too drunk to remember to shut off my alarm the night before, and this kind of thing happens. I groan and slam the button on my alarm clock to put an end to the obnoxious ringing. I look around my room to see my one night stand woke up early to leave, and I'm glad she did. I don't do relationships, just not my thing. I see a note on the pillow next to me.

Had fun last night Lewis ;) - Danielle

Wow. You have sex with someone, and you think they would know your name.

I open up the drawer next to me and pull out a joint. I grab my lighter and light the joint, taking a long drag. I blow out the smoke, and while doing that can feel relaxed and slouch down more in my bed. All of a sudden I hear the phone ringing and see the person calling is my mom. I just let it ring because I do not feel like dealing with her this early in the morning. A couple minutes later she calls again, and I do not pick up. She then calls again, and out of frustration pick up.

"What? Mom why do you keep calling me?" I ask angrily and I can hear her sniffling. Oh no what did I do. "Mom, I'm sorry, I did not mean to make you cry," I say honestly.

"No Lou, its not you. Your old football coach, John Harlock, he passed away. I just wanted to let you know because I know you really liked him and he always inspired you to do better. You were always one of his favorites, and I think it would be nice if you would come down for the funeral," says my mom sadly. "Do you think you will come?" she asks me.

"Uh I'm not sure. when is it?"

"It is in two days. And since he did not have much family I think you should do his eulogy. It would be the least you can do since he was always there for you when you were younger," she tells me.

"No, no eulogy. I don't even think I can come down, I've got stuff to do. Plus I live in London now I would have to travel pretty far and-"

"Louis Tomlinson, you are 23 now. I know by 'stuff' you mean partying and you just do not want to come down and do the eulogy because you are lazy. But it is time for you to mature a little, you are not in high school anymore!" my mom says, yelling at me, which is the last thing I needed this morning.

"Fine! I will come down, but no promise on the eulogy. I will catch the train today. See you at five." I then hang up and throw my phone somewhere on my bed. I finish my joint and get up and shower and start to pack because I have to go back home now. Yay.

I get off the train and look around at the station. I hear someone call my name and groan, but then turn around and see who it is. It is the one person I have actually missed while I've been gone for I think two years now.

"Lottie! You've gotten so big and you look beautiful! How are you?" I am so happy to see her. I've missed my sister so much.

"I'm good! I've missed you so much," she tells me, while wrapping her arms around me in a big hug, and I do the same to her. "Come with me, I brought the car. I got my license not to long ago." I feel kinda sad when she tells me this. I have probably missed so many milestones of her life in the last couple years because I choose partying over family. But I would not change a thing. I am happy where I am and the life I have, I don't care about what people think.

The drive home is a short one, and when we get there I can see the house has not changed at all. I get out of the car carrying my bag and see my mother run out to give me a hug. I pat her on the back.

"Oh Louis! I've missed you so much! Here, let me take your bag. Go inside, there is food on the table ready for you," says my mom grabbing my bag from me and pushing me inside. I can immediately smell the chicken noodle soup and my stomach is already grumbling. I grab a bowl and sit down and start eating. Lottie does the same and we start to catch up. My mom comes in the room, and gasps when she sees how many tattoos I have. She could not see them before because I had my jacket on.

"Louis! When did you get all of those?" she asks with a shocked expression on her face. Lottie and I break out in laughter. "You might be laughing now, but you will not be laughing in ten years when you are sick of seeing, what is that, a stick figure skate boarding on your arm? Seriously?" I just laugh a little bit more. I finish up my soup and put the bowl in the sink. I head up to my room to unpack.

My room still hasn't changed. I see my suitcase on my bed and go over to my cabinet to throw my clothes in the drawer. I look at the top of the cabinet and see my old football trophies and pictures of my teams when I was younger. I see a picture from the day my team won the tournament, and one of just me, Coach Harlock and Harry Styles, my old best friend. Last I heard of him he was studying to be a lawyer and had a boyfriend and they were "madly in love". But that's just what I learned from Facebook. Harry was always such a good kid, and I was too. But shit happens. Friends part ways and nothing is forever, that's life. I get in bed and turn on the T.V. It is not that late, but I'm tired from the boring train ride. While watching some football game I feel myself slowly drifting off to sleep.