Let's Try This Again / h.s

Chapter 26

*Chapter 26 and the first few paragraphs of chapter 27 has a lot of background information, and if you haven't ready Soccer Steps these two chapters can get really confusing*

"So you smashed the piano out of despite towards your father?" she asks, I nod.

"And you've gotten a full hip replacement?" I nod again.

"And you went on tour with a band named One Direction because your mother made you and your siblings go spend the summer with your father? Then to have you runaway three weeks in, and in those three weeks you fell in love with a boy named Harry, became best friends with another boy from the band named Liam, and the other three are just good friends of yours?" I nod for the tenth time.

"And your mother was very care less and selfish while you were growing up? Always putting your sister first? And you say your mother was having these nightly hook ups with a man named Dropped?" she laughs softly.

"No, me and my brother called him Dropped because my mom has these hook ups and then drops them or she gets dropped it switches every now and then" she laughs once more.

"And your bother Nash, he really tries being the father figure in the house? While your bother Keaton just plays the older brother and your sister Beverly you two didn't get along till maybe one year ago?"

"Yeah..."

"And you lost your grandmother not too recently?"

I gulp "yeah..."

"I'm sorry to hear that, so you have two roommates including your sister that's three, including you that's four?"

"Mhm."

"These roommates are Sophia, and Dareon-um De-"

"Dareonna, but we call her Dee."

"Dareonna was a high school friend or was that Sophia?"

"Dareonna was the high school friend" she nods and writes a few more notes on her note pad "and who is Sophia?"

"She's a fashion major here in the California she's studying abroad or doing a program over here I get confused with the two" I scratch my head.

"Okay so Ben and Britt are?"

"Ben is the same age as my brother Keaton they both just recently graduated with his girlfriend Britt" I say.

"So how are they significant towards your life?"

"Well I met Ben a little over four years ago because he's Keaton's best friend and roommate, and I met Britt by them. Ben is like an older brother and Britt is like another sister, I don't really see much of them because they went to go visit their family back in Texas."

Her mouth does a perfect O, "and you work for Soccer Buzz magazine?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me about your work there how do you like it?"

"It's fun, but I stress sometimes because I have to keep up this rep."

"How so?"

"Well in the soccer community I'm well known, I don't want to say famous because that's really stupid. I have a rep of having good article pieces and I don't want to ruin that by making some dumb error about a team. I stay up late sometimes trying to make it perfect and I also take the pictures for my pages in the magazine as well."

"Well it seems like this job is a stressor for you-"

"Yeah, but what job for someone isn't? I mean of course the job is stressful, but it's also some where I can be away from people. My job keeps me occupied and I am able to do something I love so there really isn't a down side besides the endless nights but what job doesn't keep you from sleeping?"

"Touché" she says, I laugh.

"I want to go back to that band we were talking about earlier" of course, she has a list of stressors and for some reason she picks them?

"So you ditched three weeks into the summer tour... Why?"

I sigh and look at my folded hands "because I didn't belong. I am known for always somehow ending up in the hospital, I was in a damn comma for like a day because I accidently over dosed on my pain medication, I fucking poured my heart out to not one but two of the boys of that band then to have the rest of the band find out. And when I came back from the coma, everyone treated me differently. Like I was an outcast some suicidal freak because I was in a damn coma, the doctors said I was okay and that I am healthy! I don't understand why I was treated like some damn child!" I shout I notice I was practically over the coffee table.

I sit myself back down and ran my fingers through my hair "so I see they're a sensitive subject?"

I nod "I guess you can say that."

"Okay, so you left the summer tour then what?"

"They ran into me when I was interviewing the LA Galaxy team."

"Okay, and how was that?"

"It was okay I guess, I mean I didn't see them for two months so the tension was a bit awkward."

"Where all the boys there?"

"No Harry was with his girlfriend at the time Kendall" I curl up my nose.

"Did Harry know you were in love with him?"

"No not at the time, but I mean it was pretty obvious."

"But you didn't tell him" I look down at my hands once again and nod.

"So he met Kendall on tour then comes back still dating her, and then he runs into you on a boat?" I nod.

"Okay, how did you feel when you met him?"

"Red."

"Red?"

"Yeah, red. As in love, anger, annoyance, frustration, fluke, fate, passion" I went on.

"Alright and did you two talk at all while he was back or no?"

"We talked once, but that was more of a screaming match I yelled at him he yelled back, he kissed me I slapped him then we went about our day" I smile to myself thinking about Harry's lips on mine "but that was in the past" I quickly snap.

"I understand that, so you were pretty upset after the whole situation with Harry."

"Yeah..."

"And then you made up with your father correct?" I nod franticly hoping she would change the subject.

"We'll talk about that Wednesday..." I mentally throw a chair at her "so you didn't see the boys for about a week or two then what?"

"I ran into them in a restaurant, which I ran away from them again and I found a note on the door from Liam."

"Saying?" I reach into my bag and hand it to her she reads it quickly then looks up at me.

"It was from Liam I kept anything that came from him" she smiles then hands me the note "did you go to the signing?"

"Y-yeah but I was there for the boys not Harry..." I lie.

"Sure love" she smiles I frown "so then what happened?"

"I thought we were going to talk about my problems..."

"We are California" the hell does she mean by that.