Vice-Verse (A Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

One

The anticipation of emotional release was killing me as I listened to two sets of tennis-shoe clad feet hit the damp pavement. It had rained in the early afternoon of this Seattle summer dawn, leaving the night ground along the path which lead to the closest park to absorb the moisture.

“Liam is probably my favorite, the way he is so responsible makes me think he would be a great husband and father...”

My cousin Tea droned on about the band in which we were scheduled to attend a concert of the next night. She was extremely excited to say the least. To Breathe the same air as them! Oh, the Joy! I, Of course, knew exactly who she was talking about. The band One Direction had taken everyone aback with their school boy looks and angelic voices. I was attending the concert with her, not for their attractive factor, but for the music. The enticing sound that I couldn't seem to get enough of. Their pop categorization was a surprising break from my usual soft acoustical ballads that were constantly playing in my mind and leaked through the walls of my room.

The second the gray sidewalk turned into the luscious bright green grass of the city park I dropped the 2010 World Cup replica ball and removed my shoes. Allowing the tall blades to snake through the spacees between my toes who were painted a brothering color to the grass.

“Aren't you afraid of getting a syringe in your foot?” Tea worried, giving me a repulsive look.

“ I would rather feel the damp freedom than the sweaty confinement of those shoes” Pointing at the Shocks, I made my argument.

The first contact my now bare feet made with the hard ball allowed my body to relax and go limp. Feeling the sturdy pressure against my foot was second nature. I rolled the ball back onto my foot and flicked it into the air, instinctively tapping it up again and again with alternating feet.

After I had my first couple dribbles since I had left home a month ago, we continued deeper into the dark park. The only light radiating in from the street lamps.

The field was pretty arid, except for three figures in the distance who were a gracious space away from each other forming a Triangle and were preforming a familiar exercise. Passing the ball between them, chipping it at each other to to hopefully catch that boy off guard. I smiled, finally I would have someone to play with. I had felt like a kid staying in a strange house over the last three weeks. Not having anything to do but wait around, wanting nothing but to play a little soccer. I just want a playmate, like when we were three and would talk to the kid in the cart-buggie next to us.

Looking over at Tea I notified her that I was going to go try and play with the strangers. Nodding, she sat down on a blanket she had brought knowing the ground would be soaked, keeping a safe distance in case I managed to be put in an uncomfortable situation that she would not want to be associated with.