Chapter 11

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Practice was much more work without having Niall around to do all the fetching for us. Zayn and I had to take turns getting towels, water bottles, or the ball. So, we had to stop during practice just to do that. We felt off. I don't think the coach enjoyed not having him around either. Our team felt disorganised without the water boy and we had our captain to thank for that. 

Harry's idea for a punishment wasn't the smartest idea because he didn't seem to think of the rest of the boys on the team while he was off making this grand decision to teach us a lesson. 

"Hold on, Blake!" I shouted at him as I ran off to get him a bottle. He was annoying so I wished the coach wasn't around so I could throw the full bottle at his face just to make him stop repeating himself over and over to me like I was his slave that wasn't working fast enough.

I won't admit it out loud but Niall was tougher than he appeared to be after all because he never talked back to any of us when we treated him so poorly. 

Harry will also never find out that his stupid plan worked on me. I already knew well enough that the water boy was treated differently because I was the boy who mistreated him the most. 

I took one of the water bottles from Niall's cart, which is not the most fun thing to have to push up and down all the way from the school. Zayn silently agreed to push it, not speaking to me at all. I guess my best friend was finally sticking to his own plan to shut me out since my plan brought being water boys onto us. 

"Come on, I'm parched!" Blake shouted at me, like he was suddenly better than me, and I could hear some of the other boy's laughing along with him. Sure, Blake and I were friends on the team but off of it I didn't care for him too much. 

"Then turn around and get on your knees. Josh is right behind you." I said back to him before throwing the bottle over to him when I came back onto the field, making sure I could insult him without having coach tell me to be appropriate. 

It could look like I was picking on Josh because of how he acted towards Liam at the party. Liam was actually the one directly behind Blake but I just couldn't bring myself to do that to Liam, which could have been the master plan that I told Zayn about. Maybe I should have done that and Zayn would actually talk to me again instead of his constant attitude he was giving me. 

"Sod off, Tomlinson." Blake said as he caught the water bottle.

I just shook my head, my eyes glancing over to where Liam was. When he noticed I was looking at him he turned his head away from my gaze. I didn't know what I was even expecting when I decide to look to Liam. He wasn't going to give me a compliment or a 'thank you' because I could still hear his words from the day at the park. 

We finished practice and I was exhausted but I couldn't exactly go back to the change room with the rest of the team to get out of my uniform and freshen up with a shower. Zayn and I were left to pick up after the them.

Liam was there for a few minutes. He was chatting to the coach about something. I couldn't tell what it was but I doubted that it was about Liam's performance during practice. I'll just say that Liam isn't the worst player on our team. I wasn't about to hand him out any compliments either. 

Before Liam left he came over to me while I collected the orange cones that we sometimes performed drills around. He, being the annoying good person that he is, picked a few up for me, stacking them up, and then handed them over to me. I knew it wasn't a peace offering. Liam just had to help out anyone who looked like they were in need of it. 

"You should probably stop with all the blow job jokes. You don't want people to assume you wouldn't mind one." Liam said to me.

To say I was a bit surprised that Liam Payne made that kind of remark to me was an understatement. I was actually stunned that he said that to me because everyone is well aware that the sun shines out of Liam Payne's ass and he was just some holy being that mum's could only pray to have as a son. He wasn't ever rude to anybody and suddenly he was to me. 

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