The English player

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"Why did you want to leave so soon, H?" Niall asks when they are back in the room. "The game wasn't over yet."

"Too many people." Harry lies. He is in bed, scrolling on his phone. He tries to distract himself from Louis. It hurts to think about him because Harry feels a certain way about the boy and he knows it isn't healthy. He is going to cry if he thinks about how they kissed and how his girlfriend appeared. His. Fucking. Girlfriend. Harry feels sick again.

And when things couldn't get worse according to Harry, they can of course. Because there is a picture on Instagram from Louis and Eleanor who kiss in the canteen after the game. Harry feels sick. He throws the blanket off his legs and runs towards the bathroom, throwing up while tears are leaving his eyes as well.

"Fuck, Harry." Niall follows his friend and holds his curls, making sure his hair doesn't get dirty. Harry cries, sobs loudly and he hides his face in between his pulled up knees.

"Here is some water, H." Niall comes back with a glass and hands it to his best friend.

"Thanks." Harry accepts it and takes a few sips before putting the glass on the floor.

"I'm worried about you, Harry. What's going on?" Niall takes place next to Harry on the bathroom floor.

"It's nothing, probably sick from the heath." Harry lies.

"The heath doesn't make you cry. You can trust me, you know that right H?"

"Yeah, of course." Harry nods. "It's just... complicated."

"I'm your best friend, I signed up for that shit. Go ahead, don't break your head over it. Tell me what's going on? Has it something to do with Louis?"

"How do you know?" Harry raises his eyebrow.

"You left his game and the screen of your phone was still unlocked on your bed and it showed a picture of Louis with a girl. Harry, what's happening? I thought you had feelings for William?"

And Harry realises now that Niall doesn't know that story and he feels like a bad friend for not telling him everything immediately.

"William doesn't exist." Harry mumbles. "He uh... William is Louis, Louis is William..."

And Niall is confused so Harry starts to explain everything, He tells him about their first meeting, their 'dates', their first kiss and how Zayn walked in to them and exposed them both. He tells him on how they became friends but how Harry falls harder for him every single day, how Louis kissed him right before the game and how he talked to Eleanor without even knowing she is Louis' girlfriend.

"Oh Harry..." Niall coos. "I'm so sorry. You don't deserve that. He is shitty for what he is doing to you. You should take some distance from him. He hurts you, Harry. He has a girlfriend and he still plays with you and your feelings. You shouldn't let him. I get that you like him, he is quite charming, but you can't let him play with your feelings like that. Or you set straight boundaries between the two of you and your friendship, or you just don't talk to him at all, Harry. But if the two of keep acting like that and you let him kiss you, you're going to be even more hurt."

"I know... It's just so hard to stay away from him. He is... I don't know, Niall. I have never felt so strongly about someone and so fast. But knowing that the lips I kissed this morning were now on someone else's, it kills me."

"I suggest that you take a small break from him, H and if you are feeling better you should talk to him about the whole situation. I don't know Louis well enough to know what he feels and I doubt that he just uses you or something because he really seems to care and he gave you his original jersey, but then he just has to figure his own shit out first before he pulls you in. I'm your best friend and I won't let you get hurt. It's my job to protect you from that."

"I love you, Niall."

Harry pulls him into his arms and Niall kisses Harry's head.

"I'm here for you, H always. Now go get a shower, you stink."

Harry laughs a little and nods, shooing Niall out of the bathroom. He undresses himself and let the warm water slide over him, trying to calm himself down. Louis drives him crazy.

And the water falling on the floor, making a sound that relaxes Harry, blocking everything else out.

So he doesn't hear the knock on his hotel room door, nor Niall who talks to the person who knocked.

"Hey Niall." Louis puts a small smile on his face.

"Louis." Niall only nods.

"Is uh, is Harry here? I'd like to talk to him. I haven't seen him after the game. I'd like to catch up." Louis doesn't know why but he feels nervous. It gives him the same vibes as asking the parent to take out their child.

"No, he's not." Niall lies.

"Oh... Do you know where I can find him?" Louis really wants to see Harry. He has a feeling that they aren't on good terms and it drives Louis mad. He wants him and Harry to be fine, he wants his attention, and he wants to give Harry his own attention as well, only to Harry.

"He's on a date." Niall's face is serious and Louis can feel his heart hurt. Harry is on a date?

"What?" Louis is standing there, not believing what Niall says.

"Yeah, he met this cute Brazilian guy. Didn't he tell you?"

"Must have slipped his mind." Louis mumbles. "Anyway, I have to go."

"I'll tell Harry that you stopped by."

"Don't." Louis shakes his head. "I mean... I'll see him around." Louis turns around and walks to his room that's only a few doors further in the hallway. He slams the door shut and he kicks a random chair in the room.

He is on a date. He met this cute Brazilian guy.

Louis can feel his blood boiling and the thought of Harry with someone else drives him crazy even though he knows he doesn't have the right. Eleanor is there and he shouldn't go crazy because Harry is on a date, he should be happy for his friend.

But Louis feels anything but happy.

He can feel God laughing at him. So much for selling his soul to the devil...