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(Louis' POV)
A/N Woah. What? Louis' Point Of View?? This is new.
As I went into the locker room to get ready for practice, I over heard some lads talking about our game next weekend.
I took my clothes and football gear from my locker and walked into one of the toilet stalls, because I don't really feel comfortable getting dressed in front of people. My stomach isn't as toned as all the other lads is. My curves make me feel girly, and my arse is too big for a boys body.
"C'mon Louis. Don't think about this. Not now." I say quietly to myself to stop the negative thoughts from coming back in.
I finished getting dressed and left the stall and made my way through the locker room to exit through the doors that lead to the field. I was the first one there, as usual. So, I started doing some stretches while I waited for the other lads to come.
Since I'm team captain the coach doesn't show up until about 30 minutes after practice has started. So, I'm in charge of leading the warm-ups. Which consisted of doing a run around the field twice. Jogging the long sides of the field and sprinting the short sides of the field. Then after our jog I have them do stretches. Once done with that we start doing some simple passing and defense drills.
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We finished with the warm-ups and coached showed up, so we took a quick water break. I saw my mum walking to the field as we were on our water break. What is she doing here?
"Hey, I gotta go talk to my mum for a sec. That alright?" I asked Coach before I went to meet my mum.
"Course." Coach says not even bothering to look up from his clipboard.
I ran over to my mum so she wouldn't have to walk all the way over to the field.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"Anne and I are leaving for London and won't be back til Wednesday. It was short notice for our work." She says to me. "And so, you and Harry will be staying with each other until we get back. We don't want either of you to leave one anothers side. Okay hun?" She continues.
"Uh, O-okay." I reply. Harry and I alone... Until Wednesday..? This should be interesting.
"Louis, don't forget to take your pills. Two when you wake up an-" She starts.
"And one before I go to bed, make sure to eat plenty enough of food, drink enough water and try to get enough sleep. Yes, mum. I know how to take care of myself." I assure her.
"Okay, I just worry about you, hun." She says, giving me a weak smile.
"Yes, I know. I'll be okay. I promise. You better get going." I say and give her a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Harry is at his home, I'll call you when we get to our hotel. Be safe, I love you." She says, hugging me one more time. She hates having to leave me. But, I'm going to be okay. I'm old enough to take care of myself.
"I love you too, mum." I say and with that she turns to go back to her car where Anne is sitting in, looking at her phone. "Have a safe drive." I yell to her and then go back to continue practice.
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After practice was over, I went back into the locker room and grabbed my clothes from the locker and shoved them in my bag. Not bothering to change. Except I took off my shin guards, cleats, and socks, and slipped on my TOMs.
I left the school building and made my way home.
I thought about Harry on my walk.
He's got lovely green eyes, soft brown curls, pink plump lips, and cute dimples.
He likes me, but sadly, I just... Don't feel that way towards him. I have nothing against gay people. Just the thought of me ever liking a boy never crossed my mind.
I could give it a try though. But, what am I supposed to do? Is it just like being in a relationship with a girl or... Are these things different? This just seems weird, maybe I'm over thinking it too much.
We'll see what happens.
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I walk pass my house and straight to Harry's. We're going to my house anyways, so there's no point in stopping by there first.
I knock on the door and wait a few minutes.
No answer.
I knock again and still no answer.
I don't have the spare key either, it's in my room and I really don't want to go over to my house and back. I'm too tired. So, I pulled out my phone and decided to call him.
He picks up after 5 rings.
'Hello?'
"Harry, where are you? I'm outside your house" I say into the phone.
'You are? Shit. Sorry, I just got out of the shower. Be down in a sec.' He says and then hangs up.
The thought of him taking a shower... Hmm... I bet he's got a nice little body.
My thoughts were soon lost once Harry opened the door.
"Sorry." He says and looks down.
"It's fine. Let's go to my house now yeah?" I say.
"Yeah." He says and we then make our way to my house.
"How was practice?" He asks as he sits down at the kitchen table.
"It was fine. Kinda tired though." I say handing him a bottle of water and taking a drink of the one I grabbed for myself.
"Do you still wanna work on the duet? We don't have to if you're too tired." He offers.
"No, it's fine. We can work on it a little." I say and the gesture for him to follow me into my music room, where there's a piano, two guitars, all of my CDs, music books, and a couch.
I grabbed one of my notebook from a shelf near by and walked over to the piano. I sat down and opened the notebook to the page I needed.
"You can come sit next to me if you'd like." I said and scooted over on the Piano bench to make room. Harry sat next to me and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it.
"I brought the lyrics with me." He says with a small smile.
"Okay, I'll play over it once with the piano and then we can do it with the lyrics, yeah?" I say.
"Yeah."
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We spent about an hour on the song, it's coming along very nicely. We switched up the parts a little more. He took some lower notes whereas I took some higher notes to make it harmonize better.
It was fun. He's got a lovely voice. Mine is nothing compared to his though.
"Louis stop." I said quietly to myself. Thankfully Harry didn't hear since he was over by my CDs on the other side of the room.
"You've got a lot of music." He says, looking at my CD collection.
"I know." I say, getting up from the piano and walking over to him. I feel my stomach growl, and I then realize I haven't eaten since lunch. Oh no. That's bad. I have to eat something, as soon as possible. "Um, are you hungry?" I ask.
"Sure." He says, still looking at my music.
"Pizza?" I say, remembering that my mum had bought us some frozen pizzas before her and Anne left.
"Sounds delicious." He says and smiles at me.
