The Way You Look in the Sunset

Eight

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Louis peeled his eyes away from the game to go get a soft pretzel. He tried to tough it out, but his rumbling tummy was screaming at him, and the person next to him had two.

He was pretty far back in line, and he made Zayn stay to fill him in when he got back.

He was behind two girls in crop tops and leggings, and all Louis could think of was How on earth..? Snow was still lingering on the ground and Louis' breathed curled in front of his eyes when he breathed.

He was last in line for a while until a group of three guys showed up behind him, cackling and joking. Louis shifted feet.

"You're Styles' girlfriend?" One asked, grabbing Louis' shoulder to turn him.

Louis face went pale. "N-No, I'm not. M'not a girl."

One pouted. "But aren't girls supposed to date boys? You cant be a boy and date a boy."

"We're not dating-"

"You know what boys who date boys get?" One stepped really close to Louis, causing him to tumble back into one of the girls.

"Hey!" She squealed but didn't really act on it much.

"They get their ass handed to them, since they like it so much." He smirked, shoving Louis back again, but this time he just stumbled into open area.

Louis was angry. He'd never felt this angry before, and he wanted to fight back. Given the fact that he was five feet and eight inches tall and they were probably six-five didn't really help his case.

Louis practically growled and launched himself forward, connecting his fist with the guy's jaw. Their friends leaped forward, grabbing Louis' arms. A crowd had formed, but no one seemed to want to help.

One threw him down on the ground, and he heard something pop, but he was too blindsided by the fact that he started feeling blows to every inch of his body. Thighs, ribs, head, arms, back.

He heard yelling- lots of yelling- and it all stopped. He rolled to his side in pain, blood swishing in his mouth and all over his hands. One of them stepped on his right arm when running off, and it felt so wrong. It was broken, definitely.

"Lou? Lou!" He was turned back on his back, which made him almost scream in pain.

Harry was on the field playing when everything happened. He was about to shoot when the officers and meds on the sidelines got a call on their radios and started running for the concession stands. "Another fucking fight?" Niall groaned, placing his hands on his hips.

"Someone probably cut the line." Harry panted. He looked up to Louis' spot and saw Louis was gone, but so was Zayn. They must have gone to the bathroom.

Zayn was hovering about Louis, face covered in worry. "Hey, can you hear me?"

Barely, Louis thought, but one of them kicked him in the throat. He couldn't say it.