My Favorite Mistake (1D / H.S./ Harry Styles)- REVISING

Chapter 9

I am woken up by my phone indicating I have a text message. It's from Sam.

"Morning! :) I just don't want any more surprises. Your not on the girl's varsity volleyball team now and I'll be practicing with you later today, are you?"

Well, isn't she the cheeky one this morning? I catch myself smiling at the text.

"As a matter of fact, I'm trying out for team captain. I hope you don't mind." I respond back. I lie back down proud of myself until my phone goes off again.

"I hope you're used to disappointment because that's my job. :P"

What's up with the smilies? Her job? Wait! She's the captain of the volleyball team?! Wow. That's impressive.

"You're lucky I'm a gentleman and won't stand in the way of your team captainship stuff...captainship? Is that even a word?" I text back. Again, I catch myself smiling.

"A gentleman?! Ha! I'll accept captainship only because language arts is not my strong suit. Gotta run. Ttly"

I chuckle, place my phone back on my night stand, and roll back over to fall back asleep although it's already 10:00.

Sam's POV

I slide my phone back into my pocket. Harry is such a smartass.

I hop out of the car as my mom pulls up to the school. Let's see what kind of team we're got this year. I've been looking forward to this all summer. Hell! I've been looking forward to my whole senior year all summer. The first volleyball practice of the season officially kicks it off.

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I leave practice sweaty and ready for a couple more hours of it. I catch up with some of my friends on the team that I haven't seen all summer. They suddenly stop talking and stare over my shoulder. I turn around to see Zayn getting out of his car. I turn,restrain myself from running, and walk quickly over to him wrapping my arms around him. He plants a big kiss on me.

"I asked your mom if I could surprise you and pick you up. I hope that's ok." He says smiling at me with my arms still around him.

He opens my door for me and I slide into the passenger seat. I look up to see my friends staring at me standing in a puddle of drool. That's right, ladies! I said he was hot.

We get to my house and I run upstairs to shower quickly.

"Hey, Kellybean!" I hear Zayn greet Kelly. He's given her such a cute nickname.

As I rush to clean up and get ready, I begin to apply a little make up. We're grabbing something to eat and seeing a movie. I put on my lipstick and grab for a Kleenex to blot it until I am stopped dead in mid grab. What in the hell is all over the Kleenex?!...Oh my God!...dried boogers! Fucking Kelly! You have got to be kidding me! I catch my mom as she walks down the hall and show her.

"Well, she agreed she'd put them on a Kleenex. Clean it up." She smiles in amusement.

Ugh! If Zayn wasn't here, I'd yell at Kelly so bad right about now. I clean it up, finish getting ready, and hunt Zayn down.

He's outside kicking a soccer ball around with Kelly. He's overdramatizing missing her return kicks making her giggle and talk trash about winning. Zayn is so adorable.

"Ready?" He looks up at me as he's lying on the ground from dramatically flying through the air and missing her last kick. I start laughing, reach my hand out and help him up.

We head out on our date which ends up in a heavy make out session in my driveway.

"If we keep this up, you'll be getting home WAY past your curfew." Zayn pants to me. As much as I'd love to keep going, I really don't want to be grounded from going out.