Broken

Louis

I got to the park at 3:15, since I usually had football practice I was aloud to leave class a little early to get ready. So today I still left at the same time I'd normally leave, but came to the park instead of practice. Technically I was still supposed to go to practice and just sit there but I didn't really see any point in waisting an hour and half of my time sitting watching the other boys practice when I could be with Harry. Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long until he was there too.

"H-hey." He said as he walked up behind me.

"Oh hey," I smiled.

"Want some?" the curly haired boy asked, offering me some of his candy bar.

I looked at it for a minute, I hadn't had chocolate in what felt like years. "No thanks, just ate."

He shrugged and took another bite. "S-so, why'd you want to hang out with me? I mean, d-don't you have like a ton of friends?"

"Yeah, but they're all assholes." He just smiled. Fuck, those dimples are going to kill me. "Are you nervous?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"W-what?" He looked up at me, confused.

"It's just, you keep stuttering. Usually people do that when they're nervous."

"Oh n-no I just, I," he looked down at his shoes. "I-"

"Hey," I put my hand on his knee, trying to calm him down and stop his leg from bouncing up and down. "its fine. I'm sorry I asked." I felt like shit, clearly he was uncomfortable with talking about it.