Her Football Passion [One Direction]

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[APRILS P.O.V]


I've had enough with all this, getting beat up all the time by my own father, before you get to your questions, let me clarify this, I don't have mum, she died in a plane crash on the way here over a year ago, and to be completely honest, it felt like a huge hole was dug into my heart and all the shattered pieces were thrown to fire causing them go into ashes, I loved my mother with all my heart, before she died, we were a happy family, my Mum, my Dad and myself, we got along so well, but after my Mum's death everything changed, My dad started drinking again and abusing me, I just wanted to throw myself off a bridge or something like that, the pain I go through everyday makes me cringe.


Enough of my family, let's just talk about me, I'm April, 14 years of age, I'm dramatically in love with football and singing, I used to be part in this football team with my own team mates we've won so many matches with medals included, whenever someone spoke about football I could feel my heart skip a beat and my eyes shine to the word, well now I don't go to school anymore, why? Blame my father but anyways, I know you might be thinking 'what the f**k, she's a girl', but trust me, I really don't give two huge flying ducks what you think about me and my passion, I can't change for anyone, and I'm glad who I am... My big dream is to be a footballer or something like that.


"Get up you whore, it's time to go" I heard my father banging on the door, I squinted my eyes open and looked around the familiar room, I pushed the covers down and got up, great another day of pain...


"I'm coming, I'm going to have a shower" I shouted back at my aggressive father, I stayed silent waiting for a reply, but I guess nothing, I got my clothes and ran into the bathroom, I stripped down my clothes and hopped into the shower, I turned the hot water on making the warmth cover my body, I waited for my body to adapt to the water so I can start my business, I quickly grabbed my apple shampoo and massaged it across my scalp, I quickly rinsed off the shampoo and added a bit of conditioner. Instants later I reached out and turned the water off, I looked down at my outfit, football shorts, with my old secondary school's football shirt and of course football socks, with no hesitation I got it on me in a short tick.


I was about to walk out of the bathroom until I saw my reflection in the mirror, I stared deeply into that reflection, it didn't look like me, with a bruise on my cheek, a scar across my forehead, I bit my lip making sure the tears won't escape, I hate my life so much, I just want to run away, wait.... that just gave me the idea...


I zoomed into my bedroom, grabbed my backpack and shoved random clothes I might need for my life into it, I also shoved my toothbrush, hair brush, make-up, basically everything I need. I looked around my room assuring I won't forget anything, until my eyes got attracted to my yellow shinny football boots, I ran over to them and picked them up "I can't forget about you" I smiled and put them on. I grabbed my jacket and walked down the stairs.


I dropped my backpack down as soon as I reached the stairs, The smell of alcohol filling up my nostrils every step I take, I reached the kitchen were my evil father was, he looked at me and glared "Where do you think you're going?"


"Well, I've got my football kit on then of course I'm going to go play football at my friend's house," I semi lied, i was going to play football but not at my friends house. Pfft who am i kidding? i don't even have friends.


"Okay, but when you come back, prepare to enter your first coma mode, I'm going to beat the shit out of you" he smirked, I turned away "as if, you won't even see me again" I whispered, with that, I picked up my bag and ran out of the house. Now, I'm away from hell, where should I live? Should I just start my whole life again?


I got lost into my thoughts and forget where I was heading to; I looked around to see my surroundings and saw a park to my left, I grinned "That's perfect".


I walked slowly to the park and saw 5 boys playing football, I decide to watch them, I sat against the tree and watched them carefully, every move they make, okay this might sound stalkish, let's just stop. 20 minutes later I found out the Curly hair dude was absolutely crap at football, no offence, even my grandma is better, I chuckled at the thought. Anyways, the boy with his messy hair and blue/green eyes was really good; he was the best to be honest...


I looked down and stared at the grass below me, wondering how beautiful this world was, but I never got to see it, okay probably you are thinking 'she's mad, she thinks grass is beautiful' but trust me, I'm not, I could feel the sun shining on me, and my yellow boots glowing with the sun, until a shadow covers the whole scenario, I looked up and saw one of the boys staring down at me, he had his brown hair up in a quiff, with chocolate brown eyes and a cute birthmark on his neck, I started to shake, what is he going to do? Will he kidnap me? Stupid conscience, shut up.


"Do you want to join us?" He asked looking down at me.


"I- I don't-" I stuttered, my voice trembled, scared on what they will do to me.


He bent down on his knees so he could be the same height as me "Don't worry, we won't hurt you I promise you"


He stop up on his feet and stretched his arm out helping me up, I nodded and grabbed his hand, i stood up wipping my bum and followed this boy with no name, He turned around "I'm Liam by the way..." it felt like he could read my mind.. creepy...






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maryxo.