One In A Million

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Breaking Vincent's humming, Harry popped outside with black writing on his forehead.

I jerked up from the swing, sending Vincent onto the patio. After snickering, I spoke, "Who wrote on you, Marcel?"

"I told you to stop calling me that!" he hissed, making me smirked, "It was Zayn. He said I shouldn't talk to you? I guess. So he wrote your instructions on my forehead."

I beckoned him over, and he pushed Vincent out of the way in the process. I stood on the swing and read what was written on his forehead.

You have football (soccer) tryouts today. Liverpool Dragons. Sorry, only team here. Your brothers will be there, so good luck. Get ready and leave in ten!

I sighed, jumping off the swing, "I'll be ready by then. Now go inside, Marcel."

Harry mumbled some delightful words as I walked past him. I walked up to Vincent and placed a kiss on his lips, a pretty long one.

Harry sighed, "James, your ten minutes will be up if you don't get your hands - and lips - off of him. Go inside."

I shrugged, "I have to go if you haven't already noticed. Bye, Vincent."

Vincent smiled dreamily as he walked away, boarding his bike and riding away, me waving the whole time. I sighed dreamily and skipped into the house.

As I walked in, Louis put a hand out, stopping me.

"You don't smell right." he noted.

I stuck my hands on my hips, "Pardon me? This is coming from the man who doesn't wear socks, making people pass out from yeh stench."

He shook his head, worry in his eyes, "That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

"You smell like Niall does before a concert......and about three hours after." Louis said after squinting and deciding to smell me again.

"Oh!" I understood finally, "Red Bull! That makes sense.....I really smell like that? Oh heck no! No more Red Bull for me!"

Niall ran into the foyer and scoffed, "Hey!"

"Not my fault!" I held my hands up in surrender and ran for the shower.

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After pulling my hair into a French-braid, I pulled on a light green sports bra and matching shorts. I slid Nike socks over my legs, added the shin guards and laced the blue, green and white Puma cleats. I finished with a black and pink jacket before boarding my bike and taking off, my ball and water already in the back.

I rode for quite a while, making it to the field where I played with the boys a few weeks ago. I jumped from my black bike, allowing it to scrape my covered leg as it fell. I instantly slapped the area, instinct - I thought it was a bug bite.

Sighing to myself, I jogged to the field and immediately, my eyes shot to a very attractive boy in the bleachers. Mentally, I slapped myself when he smiled at me, then looked back down at his phone.

His earring shone in the sun, slightly freaking me out. Even though it was over seventy degrees, his dark brown mop of hair was covered in a thin black beanie.

"Hey!" he shouted, jumping down the bleachers as he ran for me.

I squealed, running behind a shed, then slipping out and running to the other side of the field, where I had the pleasure of seeing very "lovely" men.

"Jacob and Whyatt Stomp. Nice to see yeh!" I jut my hips out and gave them a weird look.

"Oh, L. J.! Dude, you're tiny....Have you eaten anything?" Whyatt speculated.