The 1D Soccer Team

Harry Steles

Gah I strongly hate this chapter but I Can't edit it because It plays a crucial part in the story sorry for the crappyness :(

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My eyes sprang open in surprise. I jumped mumbling nonsense that might have had something to do with my dream. My dim Buzz Lightyear Night Light lit up the room, enough for me to find the source of where the noise was coming from. My ringtone was alarming at such an early hour. I made a mental note to change it to something soothing like Ed Sheeran.

My phone was still plugged into the charger behind my full size bed. I hastily tried to unplug it multiple times until I finally pulled it.. I was about to slide my finger across
The screen. When I stopped midway seeing the Unknown Caller ID and the time.

It's 3 fucking AM.

I growled ready to lash out on the caller."Who the hell is this?"I demanded. I had drool melting off my face, and a sore foot that had an ice packet on it making my right toes numb, and I wasn't in the mood for some desperate telemarketer trying to persuade me to buy a 45 piece Pan Collection.

Like seriously how do they
even get your number?

"Oh I thought you'd remember me. I mean it's not everyday you meet someone at a futbol game and call them a slut and a prosstitute." The caller chuckled.

"Who?" I drowsily muttered trying to remember.

"God, how many people do you call prostitutes??"

' A lot ,' I thought

He sighed an finally gave in." Harry. From One Direction."

Once I hear the name I woke up, straightening up my deep frown. "In my defense I thought you were another girl who was there,okay? I don't go around slut shaming people for no reason. And Why are you calling at 3 in the morning? Haven't you heard of this cool thing that I happen to not get a lot of? Sleep? Ring any bells?"

"I'm not stupid I know the time. I'll be at the Gym till 6 so I figured now'd be the best time.... and plus I thought it'd be a nice punishment for calling me a slut. We'll figure out prostitute, and pervert later."

Was he flirting ?

I felt my lips twitch up a bit, and suddenly sleep seemed like it could wait. I still hadn't told my Mom that I talked to Harry and fortunately she didn't know why those girls were surrounding him. I just told her he a world famous pop star who's name was Garry, and was in the band 2 Navigations. It wasn't like I expected him to actually talk to him again.

I didn't dare tell my friend, Naomi she would flip out. Naomi was a Directioner which meant she basically dedicated her life to them. You'd think I'd now their faces by now, but I could never recognize them separately. I spent countless hours at her house as she blabbed on, and on, about The boys in beanies, and how it gave her these feelings or something. I don't know I tune her out once she says 'Oh My Gawd I cri"

"So um that guy in the van he seemed nice," I said trying to sneak the blond in the conversation.

"Yeah he's actually what I called you about. He seemed to like that you were brave enough to put a sticky note on his forehead. Usually fans are weak when they see us, Its like they think we're Gods or something. You don't find bold people when your famous. Niall also told me to tell you that you should've stuck with the windshield ."

I started giggling like a hyena choking. I was trying to calm down so my Mom wouldn't here me 3 doors down. I felt proud that Niall, actually liked the attitude that I had.

"You....what's your name?"

"Um it's Lauren Farris. I
can't believe you gave your phone number to a random girl I could've been a crazed person,"I said sarcastically, trying to seem hurt. I knew he at least knew my last name because it on the back of my jersey, but I was curious when the question of my name would pop up.

"Well it's not my fault I was doing a favor for a friend ."He defended.

"What I don't understand I thought was my awesomeness that made you give me your phone number! You know you shouldn't give your number out to random strangers. I could've been an obsessed fan,"I teased .I guessed he had a reason for giving it to me.

"So if you didn't do it for you than why did you give me your number ?"

"For Niall. Speaking of you like him, don't you?"

I was not quite sure how he knew that I sort of liked Niall. But he did. I did the only thing I could think of in the 7 seconds I had to answer him before he got too suspicious.

I lied.

"Pff no. You think I like him? Sorry to say it Harry but your wrong. I gave my phone number to Niall so I could talk to you! It's not every day Harry Steles from One Direction goes to your soccer game. I thought you were nice the way you didn't make a big deal out of how I wrongly called you a Slu-I mean ,you know."

I heard a chuckle on the other end of the line and wondered if he saw through my lie. I wasn't the most convincible liar.

"Wow I can't believe you gave your phone number to a random guy I am so ashamed," He mocked.

"What? I know who you are, " I began

"No you know Harry Steles name . I'm Harry Styles . I am so ASHAMED, " He mocked. I pictured him with his large hand over his chest with a hurt expression.

" Whatever, um... I was wondering why you were at the soccer game anyway ? I took the time out of my busy schedule to look up your tour dates and you aren't suppose to be anywhere near Texas ."I asked didn't want to come of as prying in his personal life

"We're taking a few days off. We aren't on tour but we'll be in town for an interview tomorrow. I figured I should visit one of my friends , she has been going though a rough patch. Her Mum died." He said sadly.

"Um that doesn't quite answer my question. Why did you come to the game, I mean my team isn't really that great!" I said.

"My friend plays on the team. Her name is Savanna Libe . Number 38 I think she is."

I was just about release a string of swear words, involving Kardashian, when all of a sudden my door is forcibly pushed open. The door vibrated on its hinges, letting my intruder in. There stood my Mom in her silk thin robe hung loosely over her shoulder , and dark half circles under her eyes.

"WHO THE F- who are you on the phone with at 3 in the morning! " She screamed.

I knew it was not the time nor the place for me to be funny but I don't think straight in the morning.

"Um it's Jake. From State Farm. He wanted to tell me he's wearing Khakis. Oh and it's 2:54 ." I said wearily.

She rolled her eyes,"Oh well aren't you funny who ever your talking to can wait until later! You are only 17! You know you can't jeopardize any chance of your grades dropping decreasing the chances of college. " She said stressing to me yet again, the importance getting an 'education'.

"Um...should I call you back later?" The voice from the other end the line asked, trying to hide a snickering.

"Um yeah Naomi I'll call you back. I see you at the Little Italy café, at 3 tomorrow . " I whispered into my phone hoping my Mom didn't hear me . I hung up the phone and put my hands on my chin making my eyes wide with expectation.

"Oh Mother please continue the FACINATING story of how I'll ruin my life," I said sarcastically.

"Go to sleep," She mumbled drowsily, turning around and exiting my small room.

I chuckled and rolled over hoping to go back to my wonderful dreams of Taylor Lauther and Theo James.

But instead I dreamed of something more dreamy.
Niall.

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