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Chapter 19

Chapter 19

"That was a smashing game of Just Dance lads!" Louis announces.

"You were the only one who played." Zayn says as he kicks back on the leather couch.

"But I was amazing wasn't I." Louis says with pride.

"No, no you weren't. You never reached 5 stars once. The highest you got was 2 stars!" I say sounding rather annoyed.

"But I was still marvellous." Louis says. We all roll out eyes.

"Let's play a nice game of football then." I suggest.

"Okay, which football. American football or British Football?" Niall asks.

"British football dummy." I say.

"Oh, you should have said that." Niall says.

"I actually agree with Harry, we should definitely play football." Liam says.

"How about we all sit in a circle, drink some tea and talk about our feelings." Niall suggest. Louis gives Niall a sharp look.

"You're such a little pussy Niall." Louis spits.

"What? It was just a suggestion." Niall says. How do we always end up arguing. This is why I prefer spending time with Riley rather than these knuckleheads.

"We're playing football and that's final." I say.

"Fine whatever. Who are the captains of each team." Niall says.

"That would be me!" Louis shouts.

"Okay so who's the captain of the opposing team?" Niall asks.

"I'll take a whack at it." I say.

"Okay, I'll run and get the football. Everyone else head out to the backyard." Niall announces. I look at what I'm wearing. I'm not exactly wearing the appropriate attire for a football game. I walk over to Zayn to ask him a question.

"Hey Zayn, do you have any clothes that would make me look more or less like a soccer player and not Pillsbury dough boy." I say. Zayn laughs as he looks at my outfit.

"Yeah sure mate, just run up stairs and grab whatever you find." He says. I nod my head and turn around and dash out the living room, through kitchen and up the stairs into his room.

I pull open the drawers and his closet. I grab a simple pair of black and white Adidas Sambas with white high knee socks, black shorts, and a white shirt. I run back downstairs and out to his spacious backyard with a football goal.

As soon as the sunlight shines in my eyes, I am immediately knocked out by a round black and white object. I slam onto the floor as the force impacts with my face. All I can hear is laughter in the background as I rub my hand on the wounded spot of my face.

"OMG THAT WAS HILARIOUS!" Louis shouts.

"What the hell guys?" I shout.

"You just got decked by a football!" Liam yells.

"You know what, fuck you guys." I say as I try to get up. Niall walks over to me as he attempts to help me up.

"I'm sorry mate, they are just a bunch of dickheads. Now can we please pick the teams." Niall shouts.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Louis and Harry pick your teams." Liam shouts.