Midplay ::: Larry Stylinson ✔

Chapter 17

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Y'ALL TAKING ALGEBRA IN 7TH GRADE WAS THE WORST DECISION OF MY LIFE CUZ NOW I'M IN 8TH GRADE GEOMETRY AND WHY IS TRIGONOMETRY SO HARD. ALSO WHEN TF AM I GONNA NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE SIDES OF THE TRIANGLE EQUAL FBJDIBA WHYYYYY

Anywayyyys, I'm doing a slight time skip

This is all taking place like one week later

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Warning for Homophobia; I am not accusing this character(since she is someone in real life) of being homophobic, it is merely for the story. This version of the character is completely fictional.

Louis POV

I pound the football into the net, my ears met with the sweet 'swish' of the ball rolling down the net. Liam frowns as he retrieves the ball from the net punting it back out to me.

And, yes, Harry and I aren't talking. Again. Well, it's more that we just yell at each other. Things are pretty much back to normal. The way they should be.

Our first game takes place this Sunday. Coach still hasn't announced Captain, but practice starts soon, so, hopefully, he will.

I turn my head to the whistle being blown. I look slightly past the coach and to Harry, who is trying to escape Kendall. I roll my eyes at her clingy behavior. Harry brushes past her, walking up to the rest of the team.

We huddle around coach as he scribbles something down on his sheet of paper.

"So, everyone, I would like to announce the team captain," Coach says as he chews on his gum. He looks up and points his pen at me, "Tomlinson." I grin brightly. Stan and Ben pat my back proudly, while Liam nods his head.

I turn towards Harry when Coach has walked away. He scowls at me, I smirk back, raising my eyebrows at him before talking to the team.

"Okay, so, no running drills today!" I cheer, and the team draws out a sigh of relief, "We're just going to do a few passing drills, and then some footwork. Get a partner and move to a cone. Pass the ball with them," I say. I turn to Liam to group up with him, but Niall has already grabbed him. He mouths something to Harry gesturing towards me aggressively.

I stomp over towards Harry with crossed arms. His stare seems to pierce through my clothing. I suddenly feel self-conscious.

"Why the hell were you named Captain?"

"Well, you see Harry, not everyone likes your pathetic yoga."

"It's motivating," Harry drawls out in his deep voice.

"Just grab the damn ball and get to that cone, Styles," I sneer. Surprisingly, Harry does as I say. I shake my head, following him towards the cone.

"How's your fuck buddy doing?" I ask, pounding the ball towards Harry's face. He traps it and tilts his head at me. He kicks the ball back with just as much power, replying,

"Just fine thanks."

"How good for you."

"Yeah, need a good fuck every once in a while."

"Oh, now I know why I didn't fuck you."

"What does that suggest, Tomlinson?" I trap the ball softly.

"I only go for good fucks," I reply, pounding the ball a little too hard. It flies through the air hitting Harry in the stomach. He glares at me while holding it.

"Horan! Get over here!" I yell out and Niall walks towards me.

"What is it?"

"You're Styles' partner. Don't pull that shit again," I warn, pushing past him and passing the ball with Liam instead.