Code Black (N.S)

2.

Harry's POV

I kicked the football, seeing it fly past the goalkeeper and hit the back of the net. I wasn't surprised, it was going to take more than an average keeper to stop my shots from going in.

I heard people, mainly girls, cheer me as I ran off the field and took a sip from the water bottle that was passed to me.

My sweaty hair was beginning to stick to my forehead, the insane amounts of training had taken its toll on me, particularly in the surprisingly warm day.

The sky was the brightest blue I had ever seen, which was rather odd for England, but I couldn't even deny that it was one of the nicest colours I had ever seen.

I let out a shaky breath to regain the air that I had lost. Even if I was fit, running laps non stop around the field and then playing a whole practice game does eventually tire you out, especially so early in the morning.

I coughed, trying to calm my heartbeat from the rush of adrenaline. I ran hand that wasn't holding the half empty bottle through my sweaty curls in attempts of taming them, though there was little I could do to keep it from being messy.

I was clearly the best player in my team, as I was the fastest and the strongest out of all of them. Other people tended to quickly realise that they lived in my shadow. If they didn't realise straight away, then they would learn soon enough.

My popularity extended outside of the football field, as I was the most liked boy in the school. I was what you could call the 'typical popular kid.' There was nothing wrong with that. People weren't exactly wrong when they assumed that I practically ran the school. And I wasn't going to be dumb enough to complain about the position that I was in. 

Everyone just assumed that I was perfect, that nothing I did was wrong. Not only that, but the attention I received was unbelievable. Nearly every girl in the school followed after me as if they were waiting for me to ask them out. Even some guys tended to fancy me, although I was far from interested in them. I was completely straight, the copious amounts of girls hanging around me were enough proof.

I looked up, immediately making eye contact with two of my teammates, Louis and Zayn. The two of them were two of the closest people in my life. Whilst most people meant very little to me, Louis and Zayn were more like my brothers. They were irreplaceable. 

My thoughts were cut off by Stephanie, a slim and extremely attractive blonde wearing a shirt that exposed her flat stomach. Her bright blue eyes filled with what I could only describe as adoration as she made her way towards me, attracting the attention of several teammates, though they knew better than to do anything.

"Have I ever told you how hot it is to see you like this?" she breathed out seductively, looking up at me with fluttering eyelashes and taking in my current appearance.

I hummed softly, feeling flattered at the praise that I was rather used to receiving. Unfortunately for Stephanie, she wasn't the only person to say such things. And she won't be the last. 

"You might have mentioned it," I shrugged, grinning at the way she was looking up at me. 

"And you were definitely the best out there," she smirked.

Stephanie was the closest that anyone had ever been to my girlfriend. I had been dating her for about two weeks now, which was actually long for me.

Flings were one thing, but they were usually one time things, which lead to a mutual agreement of not bringing it up again. Not many of the other girls had lasted longer than a single night.

Real relationships weren't really my thing. I get a girl, let her call me her boyfriend, mess around with them a few times and then leave them for another girl and no one questioned it. Serious partners get boring after a while, seeing as though it's always the same. There wasn't a single person who I would want to spend the rest of my life with. 

~

I walked through the crowded corridors of the school hall, noticing the whole room basically step out of my way as I walked past them. People stared at me as though I was some celebrity, and that was normal.

My life was pretty fucking amazing.

Of course, you can't exactly please everyone, so there were those people that didn't like me. The main people being some kid named Liam and his group of friends, though I didn't worry about them, they were hardly worth any of my time.

My thoughts were cut off by a loud voice, one that was very familiar. 

"Hey, Styles," I turned around, making eye contact with Tyler, another member of my football team and another one of my close friends. 

I nodded in reply, Tyler taking that as an invitation to walk beside me.

Outside of Louis and Zayn, I would say Tyler was one of my closest friends, though he was rather different from the other two. Whilst Louis and Zayn tended to be quiet and not start shit, Tyler was definitely more like I was. Some would say that we were the two biggest arseholes in the school, and they wouldn't be particularly wrong. I wasn't a complete idiot, I knew that I was a terrible person but I didn't particularly care. 

~

I walked inside of my house, seeing that mum was sitting on the couch watching some random TV show, a cup of what I assumed to be tea clutched in her hands.

"Hey, Harry. How was school today?" she asked.

"Great," I replied, refraining from rolling my eyes.

That was almost a complete lie. I didn't exactly care about my education. I didn't need to be an expert in poetry that was written by an old dead guy to be successful, so education was completely useless to me.

"I hope that girlfriend of yours is doing well," she murmured.

I didn't miss the distaste in her voice when she mentioned Stephanie, she clearly harboured some sort of dislike for her. She's always disliked the girls I spoke to, not that she ever really got to know them in the short time they were there. 

"Why wouldn't she be," I shrugged. She was most likely gushing to her friends about me, she didn't really have a reason to not be well. 

I knew her dislike had nothing to do with the girls themselves, as my mother was clearly much too nice to dislike someone based on something as small as that. Her hostility was most likely directed towards me and my apparent inability to keep a girlfriend for more than a week. She couldn't exactly do anything about it because I had no drive or reason to change who I was.