Yours Truly

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Harry could not believe that one person - such a tiny person - could hold so much beauty. Brown feathery hair, eyes that resembled clear blue skies, skin golden tan, and the beautiful crows feet that appeared as he smiled proudly when he made a goal. The way he kicked the ball around, the way he ran from one side to the other and he did it all with ease. His physical agility was inexhaustible. Everything Louis Tomlinson did amazed Harry.

"Mate, I think you're drooling."

Niall plopped down beside him with a laugh.

"Shut up," Harry grumbled. "At least when the guy I like talks to me, I don't talk about socks and trip over nothing."

"Yeah, keep laughing," he replied. "At least Zayn has talked to me more than to ask for a towel and water."

Niall smirked proudly in contrast to Harry's angry frown.

"Well at least Louis is single."

The blonde grimaced.

"Yeah I know," he mumbled. Harry opened his mouth ready to apologize but Niall shook his head. "It's fine, Harry. You're right after all. We should get going now though. Practice is starting soon."

Niall dusted off his hands on his jeans after standing up. He then held his hand out to help Harry to his feet.

The two friends walked into the boys changing room that was underneath the university stadium. Niall was a part of the school football team while Harry assisted the coach, who was his dad. Their lockers were the farthest from the door, deep in the corner. They were also early to practice so it surprised them to see Liam standing there.

Liam and Niall were childhood best friends because of their dads. When they got to university, Liam became distant and hung out more with Louis which led Niall to Harry. They still talked and were friends just not like they use to be.

"Liam?"

"Hey," Liam smiled casually, taking small steps towards both boys. "Niall, I was looking for you because dad mentioned you were going back home in a few weeks and I was hoping I could tag along. Kind of miss being home."

Niall nodded without hesitating.

"Absolutely."

"Great, talk to you later."

With a friendly pat on the shoulder, Liam was gone.

"Liam is so hot," Harry smirked, watching Niall squirm as he opened his locker.

"Don't say that," Niall scowled. "He's like my brother. It's gross."

"Yeah, yeah. I was just saying."

Harry walked to over to open his locker, which was besides Niall's. He unlocked it and opened it with ease. Then out came fluttering to the floor a folded piece of paper with words that would change everything.

"What the - "

Niall looked over after slipping his shirt on to find Harry bending over to pick the crisp white paper up.

"What's that?"

"I don't know."

Unfolding it gently, Harry read the words, that were inked down with such a unique penmanship, out loud.

"'I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be
I knew our fate was set
That you were the one for me

- Yours truly, x.'

"X? Is that a kiss? An initial?" Harry questioned.

"Does it matter? You've got a secret admirer," Niall squeaked happily, nudged his shoulder against Harry's excitedly.

"Would you stop?" Harry mumbled as Niall repeatedly kept nudging.

"Oh come on, Harry! Get excited! Someone fancies you!" Harry only shrugged until Niall grinned and said: "Hey, maybe it's Louis."

The young curly haired male could not help but get his hopes up. Even though he knew that him and Louis hadn't ever even had a proper conversation. Harry couldn't shake the possibility now.

Harry had been crushing on Louis ever since he showed up at football tryouts. Louis was so eager and ready to impress and Harry found it all so adorable.

Niall was right earlier though. Louis never acknowledged Harry outside of the field and even on the field, he only ever talked to him when he needed a towel to dry off or some water to rehydrate. Harry also swore that Louis once called him Henry. Which is ridiculous because everyone on the team knew him. Not only was he the coach's assistant but his son! Harry was at every game and every football related event there was.

"I - As much as I want to believe that, Niall. I highly doubt it. Louis has never even talked to me outside of the field," Harry muttered sadly.

His Irish best friend sensed his sadness and was quick to comfort him. Niall wrapped his arm around his shoulder. He brought him in close to give him a little cuddle.

"Hey," Niall called, suddenly getting an idea. "Liam and Louis are best friends. Why don't I try and hang out with Liam sometime. Maybe he'll bring along Louis then I can bring you. We'd all hang out, yeah?"

"Niall, you rarely even like hanging with Liam because of how distant he got with you."

"He's a real tosser for replacing me with Tommo but I can put it all aside for you," Niall reassured him. "So what do you say? You gotta talk to Louis outside of the field eventually. It'll be ace, c'mon."

He wasn't quite sure why he wasn't saying yes yet. Harry would jump at any chance to be closer to Louis. So after Niall asked again, Harry rapidly agreed.

"Alright," he smiled, so wide his dimples appeared.

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I don't take credit for the poem.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/love-no-fate-i-think-so#ixzz3zSZieuSf