A/N: Again ... I am so sorry for letting you guys wait for this long! School is over and I still haven't got any time (travelling, ...). Anyways, I'm not gonna blabber about something so just enjoy this chapter ;)

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Bigger Than Us

A Hannah Montana Fanfiction. OOC, AU, Liley

Cold

It's Saturday morning. I'm at school because of the soccer match. It's the first one this school year and not too important. I think we haven't really lost a game in quite some time. Miley is with me, and even Oliver. Joanie is at home, I haven't heard from her after we met up with Oliver. Okay, why should she call me or anything? I haven't texted her either. Ollie said she's holding up. He is as well.

Oliver and Joanie didn't break up. He went to the hospital and talked and made up. He called me that night and told me everything that happened. Ollie said that Joanie told him that she didn't even know why she said those things, why she almost broke up with him, when she actually needed him with her. She said when she heard the news – that the baby died – she couldn't think straight, everything was spinning and so she didn't really think about what she said, and when she told him that she didn't know what she's feeling, she rather meant that she's really confused and he kind of got the wrong message. Oh, and that she was really sorry.

Oliver also told me that she left the hospital the day after and yeah, that he's always at her place, cheering her up as much as he can. And from what I picked up, she's very grateful and – like I already said – holding up better. She can cope with it and she tries just to make the best out of the situation.

I'm standing at the side, talking to my girlfriend and my best friend.

"Nervous?" Miley asks me. I shake my head. I'm not nervous before games if I know that we practiced hard. Plus, the rivals aren't the hardest. We've already won against them, I'm not sure how many times.

"Not really. I'm cool." I reply and smile. Ollie pats my back. "That's the Lilly I know."

"Truscott!" I hear the coach shout. I excuse myself and go to him.

"I swear, if that girl of yours distracts you, I'll make sure she's off the field." he warns me. I roll my eyes at him, then reply: "You've made that clear the last few trainings, coach. And seriously, do you think I'll play better if she's off the field?"

"Well then if she distracts you, you're out!" he says. This is getting lame and boring. He can't threaten me like this. "And you would really want to lose your best player? Good choice, coach."

Then I start walking off. He shouts after me: "Warm up, Truscott!"

I shortly walk over to my friends and say: "Guys, I gotta go. See you at half time!"

Oliver hugs me and says: "I'm looking forward to seeing you playing again, Lil. You're gonna be awesome!"

"Thanks, man." I reply, then I go to Miley and kiss her shortly. She looks lovingly into my eyes and smiles. "Love you…" she whispers. I peck her on the lips again. "Love you, too, Miles."

I run over to my team and we start warming up.

The sun is burning as the game goes on. I'm sweating really badly, it's too hot. We're at the last few minutes of the first half of the game, one of my teammates just passed me the ball and I run at the goal, everybody else following me. This is my chance! I can hear the crowd cheering. It's not too many people, but luckily there are a lot of soccer fans at school. I can also hear Miley and Oliver yelling my name. I keep running and running. I know exactly where I want to kick the ball at. Now is the time. I aim and … boom! Some other girl of the other team hits me on the side hard, ow! Still, the ball is flying in the direction I wanted to shoot … but just a bit off my line … miss. Damn …

I glare at the girl who hit me. "What the fuck was that?" I ask her. She's a blonde, just like I am, maybe a bit stronger than me, but basically the same size.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't on purpose." she says, hiding a smudge grin. I continue to glare at her. The referee whistles and holds up a yellow card to her. "Yellow?" I'm a bit speechless. That should've been a fucking red, man!

"Come on, man! That was a foul in the penalty area!" I tell him, but he shakes his head. Asshole. I never liked him. The girl smirks at me again and I just walk off. Fuck!

I go to my place on the field and wait for it to continue. I run at the ball again, not really paying attention to the rest of the team. I want that goal and I want it now. I'm angry and I feel great. This time I'll do it! I quickly snatch the ball and run at the goal again, dodging every player who tries to stop me. Finally, this is the Lilly-Run! Nobody can get to me now. I aim again, knowing exactly where I want to shoot.

A whistle. No! No, not now! No, fuck! I want to fucking … whatever. I glare at the referee and then head over to my team. End of the first half. 1:1 …

"That asshole did that on purpose." I say to my coach. He sighs. "Probably. But that was one of your unstoppable Lillyl-Runs, huh? You still got it, just do it the next game and we'll win this! I know you can do this, Truscott."

"Sure, coach." I say. We plan out the next half of the game and when we finish, I go to Miley and Oliver.

"Hey you two." I greet them. Miley smiles at me and wraps me up in a hug, saying: "You were amazing out there! Oliver told me that you did a Lilly-Run. I never heard about that?"

"Oh, come on, it's not that special." I say. Seriously, what's the biggie?

"Are you kidding me? Lilly, you won a lot of games with that thing! And you will win this one and show that bitch who can play and who can't!" Oliver tells and points at the girl who crashed into me.

"Yeah, are you alright? Did she hurt you?" Miley asks, protectively. I smile at her. "Yeah, sure, Miles. It just stung a little. All good now." Miley also smiles relieved and kisses me softly. Mmm, just what I needed.

"Truscott!" I hear the coach shouting again. The game is continuing.

"Alright. Let's get ready for round two, huh?" I say. Both friends wish me luck again and I run out on the field.

The second half is so much better than the first. We play perfectly together. It's 3:1 for us and we're not stopping yet, we're top! It's almost the end of the game, but I want a Lilly-Run again! The rivals are close to our goal so I sprint there. As one of the girls wants to shoot I stop the ball, snatch it away from her and run frantically towards the rival's goal. Perfect, I'm in my zone now. I can hear my friends shouting, the crowd is cheering and I shortly look to one side, seeing Miley and Oliver jumping, smiling and shouting. And to my surprise, Joanie is with them. I haven't noticed that she actually came to the game. I grin. Then I look to the other side and suddenly I spot a face which makes all the blood in my veins go cold. Hard features and the same cold and ice-blue eyes as mine when I'm angry, just that he always has them. Everything seems to be running in slow motion. Why is he here?

"Dad … " I whisper, but I don't stop my running. My smile drops now and I just concentrate on my Lilly-Run. If he's here to make me down I will disappoint him. It's only me, the ball and the goal now. No other players are on the field, no goalkeeper. I can't hear the audience anymore. Everything is silent. I aim again, I hit the ball hard and it flies off and into the goal. The goalkeeper didn't even have a chance to dodge it. 4:1.

I turn and my teammates all jump around, screaming and yelling. I just stand there and search for my dad again. When I find him I glare at him. I win. He walks away.

I suddenly lighten up again and jump around with my teammates as well. I can see Miley, Oliver and Joanie shouting my name and smiling as well. The referee whistles. End of the game. We win!

I'm already showered and packed my stuff. I just put on my T-Shirt and walk out of the locker room. My friends said they'll wait outside. As I walk out the door I spot him again. His presence, again, makes my body grow cold. I glare at him again.

"What do you want from me, dad?" I think I haven't spoken to him like that, ever. I hardly ever spoke normally to him, actually. He practically never existed for me. "Are you here to tell me how crappy I played, or what?"

"You played very nicely, Lilly." he says, to my surprise, "Which is actually why I am here." His voice is rough and deep, just like I remember it, yet surprisingly kind. "Congratulations."

"I don't get it, why are you here? You never cared!" I say, I feel tears in my eyes. I hate him! I just want him to just vanish. I run out of the hallway.

"Lil, over here!" Miley shouts. I quickly wipe away the tears and run over to my friends. Miley is the first to hug me and catch my lips in an intense kiss.

"You are the best, that was so great!" she adds after our lips part again, beaming at me. I smile back.

"Lilly is back, like nothing changed!" Oliver shouts and gives me a high five, then wraps me up in a bear-hug. "You were even better than last year!"

"Thanks to you all, guys." I reply and grin broadly. Fuck my dad, he can't get to me like my friends do.

"Congrats, Truscott. Nice work." even Joanie congratulates me. We used to play together in the team, but because of the baby, she couldn't play this time. She's also a pretty good player.

"Alright, who wants to go to grab some pizza? It's on me because Lilly is the star of the day!" Oliver asks us. We're all in and head towards his car. It's our tradition, eating pizza after a successful soccer-game.

"Hey, Truscott. Can I talk to you for a second?" Joanie asks and pulls me aside. I look at her, questioningly.

"I think I never thanked you properly." she says. I raise my eyebrow. "What for?"

"Oliver told me you and Miley cheered him up. He also said that if it weren't for you two, he wouldn't have come to the hospital that day and I'd probably still be a little … distant or so. I'm glad he came. I needed him as much as he needed me." Joanie then says. I give her a little smile. "No prob, Polumbo."

We start walking again. A question pops into my head: "So, what about you and soccer?"

"I already talked to the coach. I'll start practice on Monday with you guys. He lets me play on the team again." she answers, looking happy about that.

"Wow, so we're teammates again, huh?" I reply, looking her, smirking a bit. "Yup, looks like it." she says and also grins at me.

"Hey, Pulombo … " I start turning serious, there's still one thing on my mind, "I think you and Ollie belong together. And guess what, he does, too. I just couldn't let this happen … you know … that you two broke up or something. You seemed happy and you still seem happy."

Joanie stops and looks at me, surprised.

"Wow, Truscott … I don't know what to say. Thank you." she smiles at me, we start walking again, then continues: "You know that I think the same thing, right? That Oliver is the one for me. I've never felt so safe and comfortable at somebody's side until I met him."

"That's good to hear." I say, smiling at her. Frankly, I like this side of her. She's a good person. I remember when we two fought over a game of flag football, when she had to shave off her hair because she lost the game. Also good times.

"I also think you and Miley are really great together." she then says, also giving me a smile. "And I told you that she'll be crazy about you, remember that, T-Cott!"

"Yep, you were right, P-Bo. She's the one for me." where did that name just come from? Like I ever nick-named Joanie. Who cares, she's being nice again, which is quite cool.

"Wow, you made it to the car, guys. Congratulations." Oliver teases us as we finally arrive the car. Joanie walks up to him and gives him a quick kiss. "Sorry, Big-O, I had to tell Lilly something which I had on my mind."

"O-kay? Guess that's good and settled?" he looks a bit surprised. Joanie never talked to me privately, and Ollie knows we used to be rivals. I nod at him and he grins, probably happy that Joanie and I finally get along.

"Now let's go eat, I'm starving!" I order and we all hop into Oliver's car, Miley and I cuddling up in the backseat.

"Thanks for the ride, Ollie!" I say and hug my best friend shortly. Miley does the same and I even hug Joanie shortly. I look at her again, nodding and smiling. She also nods and then says goodbye to Miley, then they drive off.

We're staying at my house tonight. Mom's not home yet. Saturday usually is her busy day. We walk into the house and I plop down on the sofa.

"Want something to drink, honey?" Miley asks me. I look at her and smile. "Water would be great."

"Well then water it is." she says and adds a kiss on my lips before she shortly disappears in the kitchen.

When she sits back down and I drank some water I notice a rather concerned look on her face. I raise my eyebrows. "Miles, you okay?"

She takes a deep breath and turns her body more into my direction. "What happened on the field when you headed for your last goal?" she then asks. Damn, I though nobody noticed. Play it cool, Lil. "What are you talking about? I just ran for that goal, concentrated."

"No, Lilly. I know you that much." she replies.

My head drops and I stare at the floor shortly. Silence. I sigh, then I look back up. "I saw my dad. He was at the game." I reply. Again, silence.

"Lilly, are you sure?" she asks, her voice reveals a bit of concern. I nod, "Yeah … unfortunately. When I walked out of the locker room he was there again."

"Well … did you talk to him?" she asks, now also a bit curiously.

"Yep … " is my only answer. Why is it so hard to talk about it? Nothing really happened, right?

"Lil, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm just trying to help … " she replies, a bit more quietly and also a bit disappointed. Oh, no, Miles, don't be mad at me!

"I want to … it's just … I don't even know what it is." I tell her, looking a bit helplessly into her eyes. I then feel her hand in my hair and a small smile on her face. "Take your time, honey."

"Alright … he actually told me that I played good. Which surprised me a bit. But I don't know what he wanted or wants from me, Miley! I mean, he can't just show up like that after he treated me like this!" I'm starting to panic a little. Miley wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a warm embrace.

"Shhh … " it calms me a bit. I don't like the dad subject. She continues: "Lilly, I really don't know why your dad showed up. Maybe he finally came a bit to his senses?"

"He can't, he just simply can't! He was an asshole all my life, why should he be nice now? It doesn't make any sense to me!" this is driving me nuts! What does he want from me? He never liked me!

I feel Miley's hand stroking through my hair. I take in a long breath and let it out again. Fuck …

"I'm sorry, Lilly. It was just a suggestion, I didn't want to offend you." Miley says. I look at her, apologetically. "I'm sorry, Miles. I didn't even mean it like that. The whole subject just makes me … crazy."

"Don't worry, Lilly. I'm really sorry I can't help you out. I've never been in a situation like that. But I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay?" she says, smiling at me again. I smile back. It does make me feel better, knowing that she's there. Her head is coming closer to mine and soon we melt into a deep kiss.

It's three hours later and we're lying in my bed, naked. You can probably imagine what we did. Miley dozed off a few minutes ago. She looks so peaceful when she's sleeping, like she has no worries in her life. And I like it when the evening light is shining through my window, it makes her skin look so soft, like the silkiest piece of silk I've ever touched. And it looks so perfect, like nobody has ever touched it before.

I suddenly hear my cell phone buzzing. Who could be calling now? Did Oliver forget something? I check the caller-ID. Just a plain number I don't know. Hmm. I pick up anyways, I'm curious.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Lilly?"

A deep voice. I recognize it though. Fuck … dad …

"What?" I ask, rather annoyed.

"Lilly … you ran away so quickly I didn't even have a chance to talk to you."

"So? How did you get my number?"

"Lilly it's not like I wrote down your number when you got it."

True … we just never talked on the phone … never.

"Please, Lilly. Let me explain everything."

What the … is that all about? Now, after all of these years? Maybe I should give him a chance … what if it hurts? "Well then … "

"Not on the phone … can we meet up sometime? I want to talk to you face to face … "

"I … " I drift off. I don't know if I can face him. I don't know if I wouldn't just break down or be scared or I don't know what, kill him for being an asshole all the time? I should give him a chance, though. I mean … he does have a right to explain himself, right? I can always go away and never have to see him again. "Okay … "

A/N: Hmm ... what the heck am I up to now? Bringing up her dad like this xD You'll find out soon, though, int he mean time I hope you liked the chapter. Oh yeah and please leave your thoughts ;)