"Gooooool! Wohoo I'm kicking your ass Paul." I said laughing so loud. I was winning 6-2.
"For someone who doesn't like football you play really well Belle." Paul complimented me.
"Thanks." I smiled widely.
"What are you guys doing?" Louis asked us looking at our hands holding the controllers. "You're playing FIFA 14 and you didn't invite me. My heart hurts." He said putting his hands on his chest and fake crying.
"I'm sorry Louis but you guys were on a meeting and I didn't want to die of boredom." I said.
"Ok you're forgiven."
I pretended to be relieved and he laughed. "Wow Paul! Belle is beating the shit out of you! I think you've lost your touch old man." Louis said patting Paul's shoulder.
"Oh yeah? Well, why don't you play with her? She'll beat the shit out of you too." Paul said passing the controller to Louis.
"What are you guys doing?" Harry asked entering the room followed by Niall, Zayn and Liam.
"I'm about to beat Louis at FIFA 14."
"Ooooooh!" The boys shouted.
"Calm down mates! The only one who's gonna be beaten is Belle. You can't beat The Tommo. Not in my watch darling." Louis said defiantly.
"This is going to be good." Liam said excited.
The four of them sat down on the floor to watch Louis and I play. This is going to be fun.
"There's always a first time for everything cariño." I said to Louis winking at him.
"I bet £20 to Belle." Paul said. The boys looked at them bewildered.
"Ok then. I bet £20 to Louis." Zayn said.
"£20 to Belle." Niall added.
"Are you guys seriously going to bet?" I asked laughing.
"Yes." They all said at once.
"£20 to Louis." Liam said.
"£50 to Belle." Harry added.
"WHAT!?" I said screaming. "Are you crazy? £50!? Why!?"
"Yes. I know Louis is sick playing video games, but I trust you. You'll win." Harry said without doubt in his voice.
"Oh thanks man. I really appreciate it." Louis said impressed.
Harry laughed and looked at me again. I could only smiled at him.
"Ok, ready to lose Belle?" Louis asked me with a cheeky smile on his face.
"Sure, I'm ready to win." I smiled defiantly.
Louis and I played for about 1 hour and a half. At least. Neither of us was willing to give up nor lose. Louis plays pretty well, he's an amazing player but that's not enough for me surrender. It was tight; Louis was winning for 1 goal, 8-7. We were on the second half and we still have 15 minutes till the game was over.
"I told you I was going to win babe." Louis told me.
"Don't count your chickens before they're hatched. We still have 15 minutes." I smiled at him.
And as I said that I scored a goal. Now it's a tie but not for too long. Louis was closed to scored one too but he missed it. He got upset, he was really closed! Ok now it's my chance to score another one. When there were 2 minutes to the end of the game, I scored another goal.
"Wow 9-8. Louis you were so closed!" Liam said holding his head.
"I can't believe Louis lost." Zayn said looking at me in shock.
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FanfictionMeet Isabella. A normal 21-year-old girl, student, funny, shy and trying to find her place in the world. She has always felt like she didn't belong were she was born so since little she always had this feeling she needed to move to another country...