Ready To Run - [Larry Stylinson]

• the one where Harry is a dick •

LOUIS POV

"What the fuck Louis!?" he practically yells. I flinch back in shock and let my shirt fall back against my stomach. Why the hell is he yelling at me?

"W-what? I..." I stumble with my words.

"How the hell did this happen?!" He demands as he gestures his hand towards where the bruises are.

"I- um.... fell?" I answer, sounding really unsure of myself. He was already in a crappy mood apparently, I wasn't gonna let him think I was a weakling and couldn't defend myself.

"Don't lie to me!" He yells, and I start getting really uncomfortable. I awkwardly looked around as I avoid his angry gaze.

"Someone hit me..." I submit quietly, not wanting him to get even more mad. After a moment of silence I look up at him and his fingers are pinching the bridge of his nose as he breathes heavily.

Is he angry that he has a weakling on the team? I know he doesn't like me very much but he can't possibly be angry at me for being hit can he?

"I swear to fucking god!" He says, clearly on the verge of turning dead furious.

What the fuck is happening? I get hit and he gets mad at me? Where's the sense in that?

I look the ground in slight hurt, is he going to kick me off the team because I'm not strong enough? He can't possibly do that!

"I'm sorry..." I say, clearly upset. I worked so hard for this and I already screwed it up. I hear him sigh, probably in disappointment.

"Just- go. Just go. Go get that checked out." He mutters. "You won't be able to properly play in this state."

I nod my head and turn around on my heels. This fucking sucks. I get beaten up and then I get punished for it? Wow, I guess I really am a disappointment. At least he hasn't kicked me out of the team, not officially anyway.

I head out the football into the locker room, to call my mum.

I press the call button and bring the phone to my ear once I click on my mum's constant name. After a few beeps I hear her voice come through the phone.

"Louis? Aren't you supposed to be at practice?"

I debate telling her the truth and lying, but in the end I conclude that lying is just easier. It's just a couple bruises. I'm sure I can handle it.

"Our coach is sick so practice today is cancelled." I lie easily. I hear her sigh in relief.

"Ok good, I thought you were hurt or something."

"No, I'm fine." I say as I visibly wince and open my locker, taking my school bag and painfully slinging it over my shoulder.

"Ok I'll be there to pick you up in a few."

"Ok thanks mum."

I hang up the phone and consider changing back into my normal clothes but I decide the task will take too long so I just walk outside into the school halls in my uniform.

As I strut down the mostly empty halls my mind wanders to Harry. I don't understand why he was so mad at me, I get he can be frustrated with the fact that I probably won't be able to play at the upcoming game but that's no reason to yell at me.

I sigh and painfully push open the doors to wait for my mum in the parking lot.