Denial

Chapter 15

I only had a week left and then I would be free again. I couldn't help but think that this week would be the longest week of my life. 5 Seconds of Whatever was just as annoying as One Direction...except Australian. I took about twenty bathroom brakes a day, just so I could get away from them. But of course, they have a body guard follow me which is more creepy than intimidating.

"That was a short day," remarked Niall as we all filed through the front door of the house. "It's only two-thirty."

Without saying anything, I ran upstairs only to have Liam yell at me to come back down. I took my sweet time getting down the stairs. They were all watching me from the hallway which was anything but flattering.

"What?" I spat at them a little too harshly.

"We're all going to go into the yard to play a game of football." Louis replied with a grin on his face.

"No way, I don't even play anymore." I shot down the command before they could drag me into it.

"You have to, it's mandatory." Harry added the fake rule.

"What are you going to do if I say no?" I intimidated as I took the last step off of the stairs and onto the ground.

"You're going to have to spend an extra week at the studio." he threatened, knowing that I couldn't say no with that punishment. I didn't want to spend any more time than I had to with those freaks. One little game couldn't hurt.

"Fine," I gave in before running up the stairs and searching for my old football attire. I grabbed a red sports bra, my dark blue Italian jersey, and a pair of black running shorts. After putting the clothes on, I rummaged through my old stuff in the back of my closet to find my favorite pair of red and black cleats.

Climbing down the tree outside my window, I entered the enormous green yard. There were two small goals set up at opposite ends of the green mass. The boys had changed into their jerseys and cleats as well and were stretching hilariously.

"Let's get this over with." I would be lying if I said that I wasn't excited about the match. I was going to kick some ass and be able to get some of my anger out at the same time.

"Ok, first we shall assign teams. I say, Sophie, Niall, and Zayn on one team and Harry, Liam and I on the other." Louis declared ad all of the boys agreed.

Louis' team walked over to their goal as we assigned positions. I was to be forward with Niall and Zayn was to stay back and defend the goal. On the opposing team, Harry and Louis were forwards while Liam was defender. I knew I would have no trouble getting past a three of them. Even though they were all much taller and much stronger than me, I had been playing since I was five.

"Kickoff! We'll let Sophie start the game." Louis announced as he passed be the large football. I positioned myself so that I could figure out what to do.

Odds are I was faster than most of them, so I was to neglect Niall and dribble past both Harry and Louis to make an easy goal. Niall could sense I wasn't going to give up the ball and he rolled his eyes. Liam blew his old referee whistle and I dashed towards the first man. Louis stood his ground and tried to take the ball from between my feet, but failed miserably.

"Stop that girl!" Louis yelled out dramatically after I faked past him.

Harry approached me, almost succeeding in winning the ball. But before he could dribble away, I slide tackled him and he hit the ground with a thud. I regain the ball to make a sharp shot into the upper left corner of the kid-sized goal. I was walking back to my side with a smirk on my face as everyone stared at me.

"Your ball." I said to Louis while he looked at me astonished. Harry was picking himself off the ground and eyeing me. Niall and Zayn laughed at the other boys and I rolled my eyes at them.