One In A Million

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Jared, Louis, and I were sat in the kitchen, looking like zombies with bags under our eyes and coffee - straight black - hovering not that far from our lips.

We stayed up until three in the morning in the backyard, working out every possible thing that could happen at our first game. We played at least three real games between each other, until we felt even slightly ready.

With only four hours of sleep, we had to be ready for our first soccer game against the Greenfield Giants. I was told that they were a tough group, but we could take them. It being my first game, I wasn't so sure, but I didn't say anything.

"Alright," Louis sighed, "Go get dressed, we have to leave in twenty."

"What if I don't want to?" I mumbled, pressing my lips to the rim of my white mug.

"Then I'll carry you by the neck," Jared replied, taking my wrist and pulling me upstairs.

Of course, I was excited for our first game, but a little nervous, too. This was my first game, while these guys have been doing it since they were the twins age. I just hoped I was as good as the boys said I was.

With Louis being our coach and all, we got some pretty cool gear. Nike shoes and shorts, and Adidas shirts. A mix, but cool nonetheless.

While the boys got mesh gym shorts, I got compression shorts. I'm not sure how I feel about that, but I still wore them. Our jerseys, with our numbers labeled on the back, were a dark blue with a white neckline and shoulder stripes. Mine was a size too big, making Jared laugh. But then he tried his on and it was a size too small. I laughed even harder, and her punched my arm.

On went out black cleats, a change of clothes, a ball, water and a towel went into our cheap gear bags, and we were done. As we walked out the door, I tied my hair into a ponytail and yawned, leaning on Jared's shoulder.

"When will the other boys be back, Jared?" Liam asked, opening the back door of the van for us to climb in.

Jared inhaled, sitting beside me as everyone else climbed in, "Any day now. Apparently, we were offered a record deal in Wales? I wasn't aware they had any offices over there. But, nevertheless, we'll be going back in a few days and, maybe, we'll get ourselves a record deal!"

"Good for you!" Louis looked at him from the mirror, "Football star and singer . . . You remind me of two someone."

I smiled when I got a wink from Louis.

"Yeah, sure. Of course, I'll balance it better than the two of you since I won't be touring any time soon." Jared nodded, "At least, I want to finish the season before we start the album."

Zayn spoke up, "Good idea. But," he added, "it would mean no more football."

"I would do it for the band," Jared shrugged.

I remained silent, laying my head on Jared's shoulder and trying to get more sleep before we arrived at the field. When we got there, the rest of the team and the two subs kicking the ball around already.

We all hopped out, all the boys except for Louis retreating to the bleachers after wishing my team mates good luck. I laughed as all of them took to laying on the cold bleachers or each other in an attempt to get more sleep. Louis called everyone together and set us to work. We were given our positions for a scrimmage, and sent to the field.

Soon, the other team and our overflowing crowd showed up. In order to calm my nerves, I sat on the bench and did my voice warm-ups. I was asked by #5 what I was doing, and showed him. I had a group of a few players doing vocal warm-ups with me until we were out on the wet field at kick-off.

The whistle blew. A yell sounded. The ball was in the air. And off we went.

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"Yeah, we won! Yeah, we won! Yeah, we won!" Louis chanted, making our team laugh.

"Yeah, by one point!" I mocked him, earning another laugh.

"Besides the point! New players, and you guys won! Woo!" he threw his hands into the air and cheered, followed by his adoring players.

"Now, I want you here for practice this Thursday, right after school. You got it?"

"Got it, Coach!" they yelled back.

I felt weird standing in a group of sweaty, and otherwise gangly and smelly, soccer players, and kind of slunk to the side.

"Great! I'll see you then! C'mon, James." Louis called, catching my attention. I followed him to the car, where I got a hug from the other boys. In disgust for my sweat film, they all reeled back slowly. I laughed and bounced into the car, sitting next to Harry and poking him repeatedly.

When we got home, I showered and changed into black capris and a tank top. I left my wet hair down and jumped onto the couch beside Niall, opening my laptop and going through my emails.

"Simon, Management, Leo, Aunt Kate- Aunt Kate?" I quizzed, clicking the email and reading it over. When I finished, I let out a sob, causing Harry and Louis to be at my side in a flash.

"What?" Harry asked, taking my laptop and reading it as Louis held me. I sobbed even harder as Harry read the email aloud, beckoning the other two boys in, "Dear Lillian, I'm so sorry to be the one informing you of this but your . . . your parents passed away . . . " he trailed off, "Um . . . What happened was, uh, a . . . car accident. Th-they were alone, your brothers and sisters are fine . . . but we need you back in California. By further talking to your manager, we have arranged for you to leave England immediately and live at an arranged flat in Los Angeles- What?!" he screamed, "No!"

Louis held me tighter, breathing a heavy, hollow sigh. The room was silent, save for my shaky sobs and the repeating exhales from the boys.

Not another word was spoken.

Not for a whole day.

A/N: Plot twist! Okay, so don't you dare think I've forgotten about this book! I've been busy with the other books, getting them up to plot, that I forgot about this one! I'm going to bet you had no idea that her parents dying and her moving away was going to happen. I bet you didn't!

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