I hate you too l.t

14

We pull up to the stadium, already getting packed. The sun was setting and people were standing in line, I drop Harry off at the front of the school so he can get to the team. I park my car in my senior parking spot, grabbed my glitter, lanyard and left my car.

"Hey there Doncaster, ready for tonight's game?" My teacher, at the ticket stands asked me. "Yep, here" I show him my pass and he lets me through. I look around, hoping to see Louis. "Boo" A voice behind me, made me jump. "Jesus you scared me" I hold my heart.

There stood Louis, in a white hoodie and gray sweatpants. "I don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than your uniform" I scan his outfit. "I can't say the same" He laughs, causing me to laugh. "Well the game is about to start, we have an hour until we have to run concessions"

"So student section?" He asked, knowing exactly where I wanted to go. "You read my mind" I smile. He gets a head start, walking up to the bleachers. "Mija?" Someone taps my shoulder. Making me turn around. "Mom?" I say shocked, not believing it was real.

"I missed you" She opens her arms. I jump into them. "What are you doing here?" I ask, squeezing her tight. "I couldn't miss my daughter's prom" She strokes my hair. "Who's this?" My mom asks looking at the tall boy. "Oh this is Louis.." I said awkwardly. "This is the boy who was an asshole to you?!" She reaches for her shoe.

"Nice to meet you too" Louis says. "Mama, it's okay. We're friends now. He apologized for everything" I explain to her. "I always knew this little puto had a crush on you" My mom said but I could barely hear her. "Huh?" I questioned. "Okay we should probably get going, see you later!" Louis pulls my arm, making me walk with him.

We go to the bottom of the student section, so we can see Harry. "So that was your mom?" Louis asked, as we stood against the railing. "Yeah, I didn't expect to see her" I say. "Why?" He asked, seeming intrigued. "She was in a mental hospital for a while" I clear my throat, hoping he gets the memo that I don't feel like talking about it.

He goes silent, seeming my plan worked. The football team runs onto the field, I spot Harry number 73 and cheered. "Do you know anything about football?" Louis snickered. "Yes, do you?" I snap back. "Kinda" He crosses his arms.

"Yo do you like her?" A guy comes up to us, looking at Louis standing next to me. "I hate her" He says, it doesn't even affect me at this point. "Then why are you always with her?" He kept asking questions. "Does it matter? You got a problem with her or something, because I'll give you a problem" He started to get angry.

"Alright that's enough, chill out please" I stand in front of Louis. "And you, politely fuck off. Thank you" I wave away the guy. "Everyone's always so god damn nosy" Louis rolls his eyes. "Look at Harry!" I pointed to him, running with the ball over to the other side of the field.

"Touchdown!" The speaker announced. The crowd goes wild and crazy. I jump and down out of excitement. "Move made by Styles" The speaker spoke out. "Oh it's time, let's go" I look at my phone and grabbed Louis's hand. "Oh goodie" He says sarcastically.

"Why do you always say you hate me?" I ask him, walking into the stadium's kitchen. "Because I do" He says. "Do you really?" I tease him. "Or was my mom right" I laugh. "Knock it off" He shoves me. "I'm just joking, there's no chance you would ever like me like that" I shake my head, walking up the register.

He says nothing and looks over to me. I look at him back. I get those random weird feelings in my stomach again, we both look away but from the corner of my eye I could see him smile to himself.

The our time with serving was up and we got back out. We walk back over to the student section. "How could you pull something like that?" The same guy came up to us, looking at me and then Louis. "She's got a rack and an ass, and you're just dick to h-" He gets cut off by Louis grabbing him by his shirt.

"Louis, leave it" I smack his arm. He doesn't listen and reached for his neck. "No Louis, that's enough." I shove him. He sets down the kid and watched him run away. "You need to cool it" I cross my arms. "Did you hear the way he was talking about you?? You oblivious bitch" He walked off. "Louis" I called out for him.

The game finally ended, our team won. Making us undefeated. I walk through the crowded stadium and out to my car. I sat inside waiting for Harry. He comes running to the car. "Hey, there's the champ!" I say as he got in, all sweaty. "Yeah, where's Louis?" He asks, looking into the back. "Only God knows" I sigh starting the car.

When we got home, Harry went straight for the shower. Leaving me to clean up the kitchen from dinner earlier. A light knock comes from the front door. I set down the dishes in sink and went to see who it was. I open the door to reveal a bloody, Louis. "Louis?" I asked shocked.

"What the hell did you do?" I look for the first aid kit, in the hallway closet. "Don't tell me you went back to that kid" I grab a rag for the blood. He said nothing and just sat there on the couch. I wack him in the face with the rag. "He was disgusting" He spat out. I sigh and reached out for his knuckles, covered in blood.

I press the wet rag on them, making sure not wipe. I them pour some antibiotic ointment on his hands. Making him inhale sharply. "Sorry, have to do this to make sure it doesn't get infected" I rub my thumb on the back of his hand. I finally put a wrap around both of his hands.

"That should do it" I stand up. He stands up as well, walking closer to me. I didn't know what to do so I didn't move. "Man I was sweaty as fuc-" Harry walks out to see us really close to each other. "Oops sorry" He walks back into his room. I laugh, breaking the moment. "Will I see you tomorrow?" I ask Louis.

"What's tomorrow?" He asks. "Uhm prom" I smack his arm. "Well yeah, I wanna see your creation. All three of us should go together, so it doesn't seem like we're dating" He says walking towards the front door. "Got it, don't forget a mask"

He clicks his tongue and walks out. I catch myself smiling, I look around dropped my face. I know I did not just smile at Louis.