Light My Fire [Larry Stylinson One-Shots and AUs]

Sports

"Sports"

Contents: swearing, smut, homophobia, bullying

I'm walking to my locker, ignoring the chattering around me. I swear I hear my name a few times, however that is nothing out of the ordinary. It's normal, people talking shit about me.

It's cliche, really. This stuff only happened in movies or tele shows. I'm the classic nerd-who-knows-nothing-about-sports kid. I've never been interested nor have I tried to be interested. And I was also the only one at the school who felt that way. How could I be the only person more focused on academics rather than popularity and sports? I don't know.

I open my locker and take out my things. I wrap my backpack straps around my shoulders and close my locker. On my way out, I almost made it this time without conflict. Emphasis on the almost. One of the school's top footie players, Liam, stops me. I soon realize that the other three were walking up behind him. Niall, Zayn and Louis.

I looked behind Liam, glancing at the other three, feeling a bit confused. When my eyes meet Louis's, he instantly looks away. "Harry?"

"Yes, Liam?"

"Heard you're not coming to our finals game," Liam crossed his arms, smirking, "Why's that?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sports are essentially materialistic to me. Going to a game isn't going to improve my grades or academic scores," I state, like it was the most obvious thing. Zayn laughs, "Oh my God, Senior year and he hasn't changed," he rolls his eyes. I smile sarcastically, "And neither have any of you," I remark. Louis looks up at me, and I can sense it, but I'm too focused on staring Zayn down.

Liam steps closer to me, "Yeah, well it's a good thing for us. We're still popular, still head of the team, still get laid more than you, the list goes on, Harry. But you," Liam pauses, presumably for his dramatic effect he usually plays. Louis glances at Liam, and then me. Then he looks back at Liam, watching him carefully. I wasn't sure why. Granted, Louis has never harassed me along with his friends. Yet he doesn't stop them either. He's the captain of the football team, you'd think he would be the one with the strongest desire to bully me.

"You're still the same dorky faggot."

"H-hey," Louis finally speaks. Liam turned around to glare at Louis, "Is there an issue?"

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't having any of it today. I just wanted to go home and study for finals. I step to walk around the group, but Niall stops me. "For someone who likes balls so much I figured you like sports, too? Not in to jocks, then?"

I sigh, pushing past the blonde and walking out of the front doors. I feel people stare at me. I ignore them, making my way to my car. Once I get in and start the car, I speed off to home. I live alone at this point. I didn't boast about it or anything, just because my parents were wealthy enough to give me a house didn't mean I was going to tell everybody. I haven't even told my girlfriend. My girlfriend that doesn't talk about me to any of her friends. My girlfriend who never goes out in public with me. Hardly a girlfriend.

If she was so embarrassed of my why didn't she break up with me? I wasn't so sure of. But I kept it going. She was hot, and even hotter underneath me.

I want to break up with her.

I can't let that distract me, though. I can't think about that right now. I have homework to finish and finals to study for. I would worry about my love life at another time.

I set all of my notebooks and books and papers on my desk, and sit down in the chair in front of the desk. I reach for my Physics textbook, but something stopped me. It was my phone. I glanced at it, trying to ignore it and study. It was an Instagram private message. And the username read loublu28.