If you try speaking Louis' lines, it's easier to understand
Also LOOK AT THE CONTEXT. It helps a great deal
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Louis slapped each players' back as the jogged out of the locker room out to the pitch. Everyone was buzzing.
"Wahr are thee sittin owah thaa fah? We've gor a gairm t' plair," Louis said, his Yorkshire accent clear as day.
The new player rubbed his temples. "'M just nervous y'know? First game 'n all."
Louis sympathized for the curly haired rookie with the pink headband. He remembers his first game like it was yesterday. Well, wait, never mind. He had been playing on his team for years, he hardly remembered last season.
Louis placed his hand on his back, peeking slightly at the name on it. Oh yes! This was Harry Styles! Louis was never one with names.
"Reet thee got t' git out thaa a' summ point. Let's gur togethah, yeah?" Louis offered, standing up.
Harry shook his head. "I hardly understand a word you're saying."
Instead of trying to make himself more clear, Louis dragged Harry out towards the pitch where the entire crowd could see them.
"And here is captain Louis Tomlinson with the newest addition Harry Styles!" The announcer boomed. Harry began shaking but Louis urged him towards the bench where the rest of the team was seated.
" I've got t' gur do t' coin flip, gur chat wi' Horan owah thaa. E's a reet guy." Louis pointed to an artificially blonde boy with dark roots coming up. "Ar uhl pull up wi' thee soon."
Harry bit his lip, trying to contain a blush that was mysteriously forcing its way up his neck before quickly saying goodbye and talking with "Horan."
"Looks loike somebody 'as de 'ots for Louis," Horan said in an Irish accent. Did everyone talk in accents that were hardly understandable?
He could understand this "Horan" easier than he could with Louis. At least most of the time.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, glancing quickly at Louis before going back to the boy.
"Yer did it again! Canny even keep yisser eyes aff 'imself, can yer?"
Harry hid his face from the obvious blush. "So what?" He said, only partly agreeing with Horan.
"Well don't tell 'imself oi towl her, but 'e's pure much available roi nigh," he said with a wink. "Ah, oi'm Niall by de way."
"Harry," he said shaking Niall's hand.
"Me, Liam, an' Louis are gonna be 'angin' oyt together after de match. care ter join us?" Niall asked. Harry knew who Liam was, barely, and of course Louis would be there. So he agreed. "Don't worry, i'll be sure ter 'uk yer up wi' tommo by de end av de noight."
Louis jogged over to the two. "Thee guys seum t' be gettin on reet. Wahr are thee talkin about?"
Harry slightly understood what Louis had said, but Niall answered for them luckily.
"Nathin' yer wud care aboyt mucker," he said, slapping Louis' back and smiling at Harry.
Louis raised an eyebrow, sensing something weird, but ignored it. "we got t' git onto t' pitch 'oran. See thee soon 'arry."
Louis flashed one last smile at Harry before heading onto the pitch.
"'e's juicy 'ot, isn't yer man tommo?" Niall said before peeling off to his position at midfield.
"E's definitelih sommit," Louis said to himself quietly.
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Football star Louis Tomlinson meets rookie player Harry Styles, who has an itty bitty crush on him.
I'll leave the ending to your imaginations ;)
