Harry is scary. Or he's at least intimidating, with his long curly hair and piercing green eyes. People tend to be shy and nervous around him, so when he meets a small lad with cheek bones he's not prepared for the opposite to happen.
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Harry's POV Getting dressed is hard, literally. I can't stop staring at Louis which is really starting to affect me... down below. I have to excuse myself "to pee" and then I get dressed in the bathroom. I tie half my hair up into a bun and take a deep breath before walking out. When I come back Louis is fully clothed, thankfully, and he's put a headband in his hair. He looks so fucking hot and cute at the same time I just have to charge over to him and kiss him all over his face.
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He giggles, "Come on Hazza," he goes on his tippie toes to give me one last small kiss on the lips and then leads me out of the room.
I'm not sure if the tippie toes were necessary since my knees were already going weak. God Louis makes me feel like a little girl with a school crush. I seriously have never felt this way about anyone before.
We grab some food, water, and the rest of the equipment we need once we're out of Louis' room. We say a quick goodbye to Jay - the girls are still asleep since it's only 8:00 - and head to the school but not before Jay gives me a wink and two thumbs up. She must really want me to date her son. I mean same though.
Louis plays Nirvana and Queens of Stone Age type music for the whole car ride to get us pumped for practice. It's cute how excited he gets when talking about football. Louis goes over a game plan for us which is more for him since I'm focused on driving and how good he looks right now.
We get to the school and luckily for us there's almost no one here. No ones on the field so that's all that matters. I really don't need people watching me practice football and most likely embarrassing myself. We start by stretching for a good amount once we're on the field. I situated myself so I was slightly behind Louis so I could "watch his form," and I took that job very seriously. I watched super closely and I have to say Louis was certainly doing something right.
"Should we warm up with a jog around the field?" I ask after we finish stretching.
Louis heavy sighs at that, "Do we have to?" he whines.
I laugh partly in shock, "Louis! You run all the time in football," I point out.
"That doesn't mean I enjoy it," he rolls his eyes.
"You're so sassy," I smile, "I'll be beside you Lou so it'll be more enjoyable this time," I lean down and kiss him.
His body relaxes only a little but I can tell his face has softened significantly, "Fine."
I take off running and shoot Louis a dimpled smile. He was still standing where I left him but I just continue to run.
"Hey! You said a jog!" he yells.
"I lied!" I yell back smiling to myself.
I chuckle when I hear Louis' footsteps gaining on me. He quickly catches up but he's definitely out of breath. We run a few laps around the field before Louis decides that it's been enough.
