I'm Gonna Get'cha!

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Alright gentlemen! This is the first of the three try-outs for football season! Bring your best, or go home! I want everyone to run two laps in less than three minutes. If your time is above three minutes, then don’t bother coming back tomorrow. C’mon, let’s go!” Coach King blew his whistle and started to bark at different students to start running.

Liam was already a head start from most of the other students. Once he was at his pace, he kept on counting in his head. Liam calmed his breathing and kept looking ahead. He passed the starting line and went for his second lap.

He was close to the finishing line, when some bloke came sprinting past him. His long, pale legs were pumping fast and his dark curly hair was all moved back from the speed he was in.

Liam was in a bit of disbelief, because he was sure that he was ahead of everyone else. Liam started to pick up his speed to reach his competition.

Soon, Liam was right next to his competition. But the other bloke picked up speed, within seconds reaching the finish line. Liam was right behind him to finish.

“Hey there. Um, you’re quite a fast runner. I was actually ahead of most of the group.” Liam said to his competition.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t know, just have it in me I guess.” The bloke said with a smile, revealing his dimples.

Liam smiled and held out his hand to greet the boy. “My name’s Liam.”

“Harry.” Harry replied back when he shook my hand.

“Haven’t seen you around before. Are you new here?”

“Yeah. First year in this place.” Harry said with a smile.

“Well luckily, it’ll be your last year here.” Liam said with a warm smile. Harry looked at the ground nervously after Liam mentioned that.

“Um, actually…I have two more year to go until I graduate here. Coach King wanted me to try out for varsity football. He already knew about my football abilities from my previous coaches, so…. yeah.” Harry explained with a bit of an embarrassed laugh.

“Wow, that’s great. Really, that’s smashing mate. I mean, Coach King has mentioned a bit of times that I’m good, but probably not to be automatically be put in try-outs with the varsity group. That’s really great.” Liam looked at Harry and probably thought that he’s not such a bad bloke at all. He didn’t even try showing off that he’s good, he just was.

After try-outs, Liam ran back to the locker room to take a shower and change his clothes. Him and Harry decided to have a locker close by, but Harry left right after he changed and put his football uniform and cleats in his locker.

Liam took off his uniform, cleats, and sliders, and took out his towel and his shampoo from his bag. The locker room didn’t have anyone left, so he didn’t feel quite awkward. He wrapped the towel around his waist, gathered his things, and walked towards the shower stalls.

He removed his towel and walked under the shower. He opened the knob and a rush of cold water came on his head. He freaked out at first, like usual, but them changed the temperature of the water. Liam always had a habit of singing in the shower, so he started to sing any song he liked at the moment.

“C’mon skinny love, just last the year

Pour a little salt, we were never here

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my

Starin’ at this sink of blood crushin’ in

Liam started to pour the shampoo in his palm and started to rub the liquid on his hair.

“And tell my love to wreck it all

Cut all of the ropes and let me-“

He was cut short by a sudden sound. It was the sound of someone that tripped over something. Liam quickly washed away his shampoo, and wrapped the towel around himself.

Just as Liam was done with his shower, the sound of footsteps disappeared when he came out of the shower stall. He quickly dried himself and put his clothes on.

When Liam was putting his towel and shampoo bottle in his bag, he found a familiar piece of notebook paper in his bag. He looked at it in disbelief, thinking who could put the note in his bag. Was it the anonymous person that came in the locker room earlier?

He opened the note and read the message to himself.

“Babe, you have some voice. Sing for me soon? ;)

-Z”

After reading the note, Liam knew that the writer for these notes was the person that came in the locker room earlier. He threw the note in his bag and quickly walked out of the locker room and walked to his dorm building.

Liam was raging from this whole situation. Who was this person, giving Liam these notes and talking about him like some pervert? Now Liam was quite scared. What if this stalker is looking at him right now?

He walked in to find Niall and Louis screaming at the T.V., seeing that they were in an intense game of FIFA. Liam lazily closed the door, already too tired to complain with his dorm mates to do their homework.

“Well look at that, it’s Daddy Liam.” Louis said while he purposely distracted Niall with pushing him out of the couch.

“I’m really not in the mood Louis.” Liam set his backpack and his football bag next to the couch. He took off his shoes and started walking back to his room. Once he entered in, he went straight to his bed.

A few minutes later, he heard a knock on his door.

“What?” Liam sounded muffled with his face being pushed against his pillow. He heard the door open and he decided to flip his body over.

“Liam, what’s wrong?” Louis looked at him with concern. He stood at the door, leaning against the doorframe and his hands crossed against his chest.

“I’m just tired Louis, okay? I just…want everything to stop.”

“Aw, was football try-outs hard on our little Liam?” Louis cooed at Liam.  

“No?!” Liam sighed and decided to put his blanket over himself.

“Oh, I know what it is. It’s your little admirer, isn’t it Liam?” Liam threw his pillow harder at Louis. 

“Fuck off , Louis.” Liam hid in his blanket again.

“Well, I’m just saying. Okay fine, I’ll leave you alone. Just.....just know that we’re here for you mate.” Louis smiled at Liam.

“Thanks.” Liam smiled back.

Louis stood straight and closed Liam’s door.

After a while, Liam couldn’t go back to sleep. He just didn’t understand why was this ‘admirer’ so intimate on him. Liam was already creeped out by the way he wrote about him on the first note, and then his locker, and now he came to the locker room earlier and heard him sing.

Liam sighed and just tried to think better of the situation.

“Maybe if I don’t try to freak out about all this, then I guess it’s not that bad….?” Liam tried to convince himself.

“God, what am I saying?! It is that bad! What if this psycho tries to kidnap me, or rape me, or something?!” Liam started to panic and wrapped his blanket tighter around himself, so maybe he could have a little thought of safety.

“Well, hopefully tomorrow won’t be that bad.” Liam said to himself and closed his eyes for a peaceful rest.