You Belong With Me

harry and louis have been neighbours since the beginning of highschool when harry moved to doncaster. the second they moved in harry noticed the blue eyed boy.

harry and louis became friends from the second they met, using notepads to talk to eachother from their rooms. sometimes they talked about pointless things, stupid things. but some times they would have conversations with each other that they never felt comfortable talking about with anyone else. they were best friends but harry wanted to be more.

tonight though, louis was on the phone with his girlfriend eleanor. through his window harry could see the stress on the other boys face. once eleanor hung up, harry got his note pad out and wrote a small simple message.

are you okay?

louis sat down on his bed and grabbed his notepad.

tired of drama

he responded. harry nodded

sorry :(

harry looked down at his own notepad. he contemplated whether or not saying it. saying three words that could change everything.

i love you

but louis' curtain had already been shut and harry was left staring at his reflection.

deciding not to dwell on it, harry turned on his speaker and started playing his favourite music. he grabbed a hair brush and sang as loud as he could.

wondering what the noise was, louis opened his curtain the smallest bit to see what was happening. louis laughed fondly at the scene of harry jumping and dancing on his bed. damn, harry was the type of person he needed, not his girlfriend, not eleanor.

after a half hour of dancing harry flopped onto his bed. he was exhausted, having danced until his mind wasn't thinking about the football loving boy who lived next door. he went to sleep.

—

the next morning was a saturday. deciding to get out of his house, harry put on some clothes and grabbed a book from his shelf. the notebook. harry decided to sit on the bench right outside his house. he opened to his page and read for a while until he felt a presence beside him. louis sat down next to him.

"hey haz"

"hi lou"

harry tucked a stray curl away from his face.

"so soccer game tomorrow? how do you feel?"

"umm good, quarter final so we kinda have to win,"

"i'm sure you'll do great, you're the best player on the team,"

"honest?"

"hone-" BEEP

a car pulled up infront of them beeping loudly. of course it's louis girlfriend, eLeAnOr. louis got up and bid goodbye to harry. louis got into the convertible and eleanor pulled him in for a kiss. harry felt like utter shit. eleanor glared at him once before they drove away together.

—

at the game that night, the cheer team were cheering along and harry played in the marching band. the game was close but in the end they won it. louis was lifted onto his teammates shoulders as he yelled in victory. harry just stood there and adored the smile on louis face. he'd do anything to see louis smile again. especially if he was the one to put the smile on louis' face.

harry left the game early. as he made his way to his car he heard niall yelling at him to slow down.

"haz you should have seen it," niall said out of breath. when harry asked him what he didn't expect to hear what he heard.