New beginnings

When I wake up, light is streaming in through the curtains and the clock reads 10:09.
I really, really don’t want to get up right now. It seems much easier to just sink into the soft, cloudlike mattress and fall back into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Alas, my bladder disagrees with me. As soon as my feet touch the cold floor, I wince.

When I leave the bathroom, I’m fully awake. There’s no point in even trying to go back to sleep now.
At least I don’t have school.


After I had given up on sleep, I grabbed my phone from it’s dock and went to the living room, settling down on the couch before switching the tv on.
I can’t find anything good to watch, so I settle on family guy. I never really used to watch this show, mostly because Darcy thought it was inappropriate. Since I’ve gotten here, however, I’ve started to grow fond of it.
Harry soon joins me, sinking down into the leather armchair. Every time something funny comes up, he starts laughing and can’t stop for a few minutes.
Quite annoying, actually. I can’t help but smile, though.
Eventually all of the boys find their way to the living room. Liam won’t stop complaining about the program, claiming that the humor is immature and stupid.
I have to admit, I kind of agree with him. Harry and I soon grow tired of the show. Peter’s antics just aren’t as funny as they were just moments earlier.
“Hey guys, do y’wanna go kick a football around?” I ask.
“Yeah, sure.” Ni replies. “Lads?”
All of them get up and put trainers on. I don’t bother with this, since it seems that I’m much better at footy with bare feet.
“Vi?” Louis asks. “Aren’t you going to put any shoes on?”
“Nah.” I answer. “I like being barefoot.”
“It’s cold outside, so can you please put a pair on?” it doesn’t sound like a question. More like a demand.
I sigh. Since when has Louis been so responsible? I trudge up the stairs, grumbling about how hot my feet get.
I shove on some trainers, skipping the socks. They just make my feet sweat more.
I hurry down the stairs, rolling my eyes when Harry tells me to slow down. What is it with those two, telling me what to do?
We head outside, sliding open the door and moving the screen. I’d forgotten how beautiful the spring mornings were, with me being in school and all. The sky is blue and there are birds singing.
Zayn leads everyone into the back yard, past the garden and the outdoor swimming pool. I’m shocked when I see that there’s an actual miniature footy pitch in their backyard.
“Okay guys.” Zayn starts. “Let’s split up. Since we have Vi, the teams’ll be even now.”
“Vi, go with Niall and Louis. I’ll go with Liam and Harry. That way, there’s one amateur on each team.”
I furrow my brow. Did he just call me an amateur? He’s got another thing coming.
We form two lines, Louis a centre and Niall and I wings. On the other side, Liam is the centre.
We start the game, and Louis passes it to me. I kick it over to Niall, who then advances over to their goal. With one smooth kick, it’s in the net.
“Ni, remind us again why you aren’t a pro?” Liam groans. Niall makes a face and sticks his tongue out at him.
“Cuz, I’m in One Direction, ya dumb bastard.” He grins.
We line up again. This time, Louis takes the ball around Liam and passes it to me.
Show time.
I jog, kicking along the ball. I fake left and right around Zayn and Harry, who, to be honest, are quite slow.
Empty netter. I turn my foot and kick as hard as I can, throwing my body into the ball. It sails into the net in a beautiful arch, knocking it over in the process. Louis raises his eyebrows at me.
“Who taught you?” he asks.
“Myself.” I answer truthfully.
Needless to say, we won that game.

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