not just actions (ON HOLD FOR A LITTLE WHILE)

Chapter nine

"words can inspire. and words can destroy. choose yours well."
~Robin Sharma

"so harold-"

"harry."

"whatever, you're going to run today and Friday. five laps, go."

"you could be more enthusiastic."

"and you could start running." Mr. Andy retorts, he's tall and skinny and his back is hunched just the slightest. he's got light brown hair and a big nose. he's Coach Benson's assistant teacher and I think he hates students-- or maybe life in general.

I tied my hair into a bun (it just became long enough and I find it really convenient). and then I started jogging because really, the fuck I look like actually running?

"harry is that what you call running?!" I hear Coach Benson yell into the cool air. I turn toward him to shrug and then continue on. I finished my five laps in about twenty minutes and I thought that was a great time, coach not so much...

"were you even trying?" he asks sassily.

"no sir." I mumble, we were standing on the sidelines together watching the boys do drills up and down the field.

"alright. well now I guess you'll just have to practice with the team." he sighed.

"wait what? hell n-" I was cut off by the loud shriek of the whistle being blown. Coach waved everyone over and they got in a huddle around us. they were all sweating, not much considering it was quite chilly this October afternoon and they only started a half an hour ago, but their hair was still a little damp and their shirts were still clinging to their bodies. all of them looked intently at Coach, waiting for a command. leaving me to shuffle around on my feet, awkwardly.

"we're going to do a little scrimmage. Oliver you'll be goalie for the skins team and-" he went on to list what everyone was doing. I was just there silently standing next to coach, not even listening until I heard my name. "harry what did you play last time in gym?"

"I-um something field?" I stuttered, I was not good when put on the spot.

"midfield. he played midfield." louis spoke softly.

I looked up at him, he was taller than me and definitely stronger. his hair was side swept and feathery and I would give anything to run my hands through it. I surly haven't seen bluer eyes than his. we kept our eyes locked for a moment before I turned back to Coach, blushing.

"alright louis, he'll be on your team, teach him some stuff." louis nodded, and Coach turned to address the whole team. "no he's not on the team, he's just athletically challenged." everyone laughed and I just glared at Coach. they all went over to play and I stayed by Coach Benson, with begging eyes. he pushed me toward the field, with a yell of 'go earn them credits!' and I stumbled onto the field. we were playing shirts and skins and luckily I was on shirts, (sadly) louis was too.

Oliver told me where to stand again, thank fucking God for that child, because none of the other kids will come near me.

I'm standing around, not really paying attention until someone exclaims,"Butterfly, look." and I look up like what the fuck is this a new gay slur or...?

"did you just call me butterfly? I've heard fairy, but that ones new."

"no? there's a butterfly." he says pointing over to where, sure enough, there was a butterfly perched on the green bench by where we stood. he was still looking at the butterfly while he stated, "I'm going to get the ball and then I'm going to pass it to you, so you know maybe you'll actually do something." and then he ran off before I could object.

when I looked over at coach he was smiling at me, sorta.... proud? like he was happy me and louis were talking, but he needed to calm down. it was barely even a conversation. I embarrassed myself, louis said he would be passing me the ball and that was it. no big deal.

louis said he would be passing me the ball

I looked up, and sure enough louis was dribbling the ball between his feet, coming toward me. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. the one thing I did not want, was to make a fool of myself in front of louis, again.

but it was inevitable so I just stood there, waiting. (re-contemplating the running idea) he passed me the ball and I looked toward the goal--that actually wasn't that far away, I kept the ball going back and forth between my feet while I ran for the goal. I kicked it when I thought I was close enough and then turned around. not wanting to see if it went in or not.

louis gave me a weird look when seeing I turned around, I just gave him a small shy smile. then I heard a cheer and felt a smack on my bum. I yelped in surprise and looked back to see Oliver smiling and holding the ball. "I just missed it, harry! you got it in!"

my eyes widened and a face splitting grin broke out on my face. before I wrapped my arms around me him in a tight hug. he just laughed and hugged me back. once I realized what I had done I swiftly retreated back from him. I looked up at him eyes probably glowing with fear.

he laughed again ruffling my hair before saying, "you're so adorable, it's fine." my face went hot and I knew my cheeks were bright red.

"c'mon butterfly, the games not over yet." I turned around louis stood a few feet away with a smirk on his face. this boy was not helping the blush on my pale face go away (he was surely making it worse.)

the game continued, and slowly it came to a finish. we were all making our way to the locker room when a douche bag decided to make his irrelevance known,"coach, let's have princess over here change in the girls locker room." he said shouldering past me.

I grinned, grabbing my crotch for emphasis and stating in a overly sweet voice,"trust me baby, I'm all boy." I heard a wolf whistle before walking past into the locker room.

I don't know harry maybe you should like show me or something...;)
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