Ditto || l.p

Ch.7- football

I hear my mobile ring from down the hall and I rush to answer it before Harry does. "Hello, you've reached Ashley Styles' brother. How can I help you?" I hear just as I run into the living room.

"Goddamn it, Harry," I curse quietly, taking the phone from him. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ash! What's up?" I heard a voice that I had never heard over phone before.

"Who is this?"

"It's Niall!" the person laughs. Is it bad that I still don't know which one Niall is?

"How did you get my number?" I shifted my weight and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to explain.

"You left your mobile downstairs while you were sleeping yesterday so the lads and I put our numbers in them. Did you not read the caller ID?" he explains. I bring the phone away from my ear and look at the screen. It read 'Nialler' with a photo of the blonde boy that he must have taken last night.

"Oh, okay. Did you need something then?" I asked and watched Harry walk away into the kitchen, clearly bored with the conversation I was having.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you and Harry wanted to go to the park with the lads and I? We're gonna play football for a few hours," he offers.

"Are you sure you want me to come? Harry will go, I can just stay here," I slowly paced back and forth as I talked with Niall. I always did that while on the phone, wander around.

"No, we want you to come! We need you to even out the teams. And I want to see your athletic skills Harry always talks about!" Niall says, laughing a bit. He definitely laughs a lot.

"Um..sure. Are we meeting at yours?" I ask.

"Yeah, Harry knows where to go. See you soon!" Niall says excitedly, then hangs up. I sighed out loud, and threw the phone down on the table.

"Everything alright?" Harry asks, coming in the room with two cups of tea, handing one over to me.

I take it, "Yeah, everything's fine. We're to meet the lads at Niall's flat then play football at a park."

"Sounds like fun," he sat down on the sofa and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. I take the remote from the table, turning on the television.

"Oh, Doctor Who, yes!" Harry cheers, and leans back into the sofa to get comfortable.

"Do we have to watch this?" I ask, leaning my head back and staring up at the ceiling.

"Yes."

"Oh my God," I mumble, and get up from the sofa. "You've seen that same episode like 35 times!" I take my cuppa and head to my room to get ready for the park. What do I even wear?

I open a box in the corner of my room and shuffle through the clothes. Harry and I's belongings are still packed away in different boxes that are sat around the flat. We haven't found the time or motivation to actually unpack yet.

I found a red jumper shoved down in the bottom of the box and pull it out, a few other pieces of clothing coming up with it. I threw them back in then spun my body sideways to the next box to find trousers.

I rummage through the different pairs of shorts, jeans, and tights. What do I even wear? Wearing jeans would be kind of uncomfortable with a lot of running around.. I find a large pair of Nike basketball shorts that looked big enough for one of Harry's mates, and decide to wear them. If it gets too cold I can always sit in the car, right?

I love playing football but I'm not sure I'm very excited about today. Actually, I'm really confused as to why they want me to come back. Usually once people meet me for the first time, they make sure to avoid a second. I've never really understood why. I guess it's because they don't want anything to do with someone as messed up as I am.