"Don't mess up . Don't mess up. Don't mess up."
Louis sighed quietly, his legs feeling like spaghetti- his coach's glare nearly burning through him. "Go Tomlinson! Lets go!" The man shouted furiously, making the young boy startled as he rested back to hit the ball with full force. He watched as the ball flew through the sky, only praying for it to land by the net across the field. A small smile fell on his lips as it did, running a hand through his feathery like hair with full relief. It was pure luck, and his coach finally looked somewhat pleased for once. "Alright, alright. Good, now head home. Tomorrows a big day for you mate." His coach- 'Andy' said firmly, hitting his arm with a small smirk. Louis nodded, resting his hands lazily on his hips. "Yeah, nerves are kicking in already. The amount of doubt I have is crazy.. I don't see why I would get picked for the team." He chuckled quietly, picking up the ball under his arm. "Don't get negative Tomlinson, but yeah- you're still shit compared to them." Andy laughed softly, taking the ball from his student. "I'm praying that was sarcasm." He murmured, turning to get into the gates towards the locker room. "Parshly." His coach winked, tossing the ball into one of their many storage units. Louis sighed quietly, wiping the sweat away from his forehead. His coach really was a total ass sometimes, his personality was bio polar. Louis kept quiet though, just letting the negativity sink in slowly each time. Tomorrow was the day he is going to find out if he made the team of his life, the Doncaster Rovers. If he did, it was a massive accomplishment, which means he would be playing professional football for once. "Alright, be here 9am. I'll be able to drive you. But hey," His coach said, taking the boy's arm, "Don't make a ass out of yourself. You make the team, it isn't like this one. You put everything into this, pity or not. There is no crying, no giving up and no being tired." He said quietly eyeing the boy. Louis nodded slowly, shaking off the nerves on his back. "Yes sir. I would be sure not to make a fool out of our town." He murmured, stripping off his jersey with a hum. "You've done that enough already." Andy winked, tossing a towel towards the smaller boy. Louis frowned, but nodded slowly as he slipped on a different t-shirt. Basically a few months back he started to be friends with a boy- who so happened to be one of the most popular artists out there. Harry Styles. Him and Harry clicked instantly, some weeks hanging out ever single day. Gay rumors soon came out, labeling Louis as the 'girl' and many other... well rude things. He was also never the strongest, and most people from other teams would label him as a wuss,priss or anything that they could come up with. Yeah, it was hurtful. Especially when you're trying to pursue your dreams. Louis was also abused when he was younger by his Father. His mum left when he was very young, leaving his Dad lost and angry. Those days coming home frightened him. Things changed since then, now being in a possible football league made his Dad no longer abuse him. Though he would still be called just rude words, and was mainly treated like crap. His life was rough, and thats when Harry would bring him on his feet again. Luckily, Harry was going to be there tomorrow which was exciting. Anyways, besides screaming teen girls- everyone hated Louis. It was hard, but he would get through it. "Well I'll see you tomorrow coach." He said, flashing him a quick smile.
{ omg tell me what you think aha. Much more is gonna happen in chapter 2. }
