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Harry decided to close his eyes again until after a bit something came over and blocked the sun from his face.
"I wanna say something but I genuinely don't know what to say." Louis truthfully shared as he stared down at Harry.
"This...
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A/N the picture just looks like them from this story so...
Two words. Fuck. You.
Those were Louis and Harry's favorite words to each other.
"Fuck you!" Harry shouted, walking up to Louis with his long curls in a bun since they were at football practice.
"God Harold- are your panties on too tight or some shit?" Louis laughed, looking up at the younger boy.
"Ha ha- very funny. They're your girlfriends by the way- it's why they don't fit." Harry remarked, wrinkling his nose.
"Mhm- no wonder she was moaning so much last night. You aren't very good in bed mate." Louis noted.
Harry harshly bite his lip before rolling his eyes, letting out a huge sigh.
"Whatever." He mumbled, pushing past Louis and going to join the other boys heading to the changing rooms.
"Weak round today Harold." Louis teased as he followed after Harry going to change.
"Almost as weak as your girlfriend after I fucked her." Harry said softly, letting out a content sigh when he took off his sweaty practice clothes until he was completely naked.
Louis' cheeks hollowed out as he let out a soft ooh, "Feisty today styles. Didn't know you had that big dick energy in you, minus the energy." He laughed.
"Oh piss off." Harry mumbled, making way to the showers.
Louis rose a brow to that, "That's all I get? A piss off?" He questioned, taking the shower next to Harry.
Harry keep quiet, grabbing some soap to rinse himself off. Following that he bit his lip, putting his face under the warm water very exhausted.
"No more witty comback?" Louis hummed, getting his hair wet and brushing it back as he watched Harry with a smug look on his face.
"All I can think of is 'fuck you' but it doesn't seem appropriate." Harry mumbled, getting his back wet too, his hair still wrapped in a bun.
"God. You're tired." Louis laughed, finding it amusing how little Harry was fighting with him.
"It's tiring fucking someone else's girlfriend." Harry whispered, turning the water off and dragging his body to change into some sweats.
"OI OII- there he is!" Louis shouted as he also turned the shower off. Following that he grabbed some boxers and putting them on, along with some sweat pants and his hoodie, going for his varsity jacket but couldn't find it.
Harry forced his hoodie and pants on before also putting on his varsity jacket, trying to be quick so he could get some McDonald's and then crash at home.
"Fuck." Harry breathed out as he lifted up his football bag and slowly moved himself out of the locker rooms.
"You alright mate?" Niall asked walking up to Harry and wrapping an arm around him.
