What The F*ck {L.S.}

Two // they were bound to come eventually in a situation like this

Harry has made it a goal to never wear Louis's jacket EVER again. The fact that it happened once was crazy- but TWICE- yah no more.

"I need you to wear my jacket." Louis said bluntly one day after practice.

"Holy fuck no! I already apologized about the first time- second time was your fault." Harry reminded him, slipped a shirt on.

"I'm asking you to wear it this time."

Louis watched Harry with no emotion as he continued to change.

"Why? Why do you possibly want me to wear your jacket Louis?" Harry sighed.

"The other school is here." Louis said like it was obvious.

"Okay...?" Harry shrugged.

"And I need someone to wear my jacket- and you have a history of doing that."

"You suck at explaining shit." Harry stated, pulling his curls up into a bun but Louis didn't go away.

"Harry I'm co-captain of the football team, I'll look hella lame if no one's wearing my jacket."

"You'll look hella lame either way- plus in case you forgot, I'm a guy." Harry recalled.

"I didn't forget but thanks for sharing." Louis said like it was no big deal.

"You'll be gay. No chance you forgot after what happened at jail."

"I don't care- just wear my jacket!" Louis whined, shaking Harry's arm.

Harry shouldn't have been so shocked but he was.

"Okay- I'll wear your jacket, but I don't wanna get shit on for it." He gave in, taking the held out jacket from Louis.

"Don't act like you don't like it." Louis teased, pinching Harry's cheek as he put the way too familiar coat on. More familiar than he likes it to be.

"Shut up." Harry scoffed, but went quiet when he felt Louis grab his waist and pull him close.

"What are you doing?" He asked a little uncomfortable.

"It'll be more obvious this way." Louis shrugged.

Harry didn't say anything and grimaced, letting Louis lead him around. He kept his head low and embarrassed as he saw the apposing school send glances towards them.

The curly haired boy thought he would somehow get away with not being noticed by anyone- and he did until one of of the other football players came up to them.

"Oh fuck." Harry whispered, trying to walk away but Louis's grip on his waist got tighter.

"Hello lads. Big game this weekend." A male with red hair said.

"I'd say so, no hard feelings I hope." Louis agreed, Harry's face going flush.

"The names Ian." The boy shared, holding a hand out.

"Louis."

The two shook hands before Ian eyed Harry, who's eyes went wide.

"I dunno why he's suddenly being shy- this is Harry." Louis said for the taller one.

"Don't worry- I'm not homophobic. I'm actually gay myself." Ian shared, surprising both Harry and Louis.

"Really?! Awesome mate!" Louis smiled, patting Ian's shoulder.

"Eh- it's whatever, but I'm guessing you two are together?" Ian asked.

"You guessed correctly." Louis hummed, his hand going up from Harry's waist to softly grab his neck.