I Am James and I Am Number 12

I Am James and I Am Number 12

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James is an ordinary boy in high school. He has one loving sister named Sofia and a mum who works long hours and is often at various levels of intoxication throughout the week. He's just like everybody else, except he has a worst enemy, Luke. The boy who picks on him and James can't seem to get away. When the schools soccer trials roll around, James decides to try out to avoid detention and partly as a funny joke. Unfortunately, luck is not on his side that day. With the turn up this year falling short, the coach decides to add him to the team. However, the James has no idea what his doing. Who needs to know the rules, right? Intensive training and teamwork (plus a lot of just winging it) has lead them to winning almost every game they have played. But with the biggest game of the season approaching, and James's skills still lacking, how will they be able to pull everyone together to win the game. How will James become the most popular boy in school after living in the background? ---------------------------------------------------------- 🏅#34 in schoolproblems 🏅#32 in littlesister [Currently being edited. Parts will be reposted when finished] Originally completed in 2013 - 2014
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"You'll never get this done, you know?" The satisfaction was evident in his voice. "You could leave me alone so I can actually get this finished. Or pick up a brush." I gestured to the abundance of supplies I had purchased. "Mmm, no thanks. Don't really have my painting clothes on." My smirk reappeared and I turned fully to face him. "That's a real shame," I cocked my head to the side and fake pouted before pointing in his direction, "the door frame is wet." His body shot off the door frame he had been leaning against and he looked over his shoulder to see the line of white paint trailing down his presumably expensive coat. "Have a great rest of your day, Mr Styles." I flicked my hands in a 'go away' gesture before sliding the door closed behind him. **** TW: This story contains mentions/descriptions of physical/emotional/sexual abuse, coarse language and mature content. HIGHEST RANKINGS: No.3 #HarryStyles No.1 #HarryStylesFanfic No.6 #Friendships No.1 #HarryEdwardStyles No.1 #Soft No.1 #hs No.1 #1D No.1 #alternateuniverse No.1 #slowburn

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