A Story Of One Direction

Chapter Thirteen

Liam, Zayn and Niall came rushing up to us at lunch,

but stopped and lingered their eyes in Harry's

direction.

'It's okay' I mouthed.

They all grinned at him stupidly, making me laugh,

and him just look strangely back. Chloe came and joined us, sitting on Niall's lap

happily.

"Hey guys!" She called.

There was a slur of reply's.

"Very enthusiastic" She said sarcastically, rolling

her eyes and grinning. "I've had a crap morning" I mumbled.

"Me too" Harry joined. "I had to sit next to you in a

lot"

I watched as a smirk played on his lips.

"Excuse me, you were the person who was

constantly trying to talk to me, you can't say anything!" I giggled.

"I can say a lot" He winked.

I just shook my head, smiling.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Louis glaring at

Harry, not in a friendly way. I turned my gaze to

him. He softened and looked down, picking the grass out of the ground. I frowned at him, he'd

only just cleared things up with Harry, surely he

can't think Harry's trying to start things up with

me again. *Louis' POV*

"Tomlinson!" Niall called.

I snapped my head up from my angry state,

tearing the grass out of the ground.

"What's up?" He nodded.

"Nothing, just bored" I mumbled. "Well go play football or something? You love it so

much" He winked.

I looked over at Sophie and Harry talking. "Yeah, I

might actually" I firmly said, not taking my eyes

away.

I threw my bag onto the floor and ran over to the boys, asking for the ball immediately. *Sophie's POV*

"Where's Louis?" I asked.

"Over there" Liam replied, nodding at the football

pitch.

"Oh" I quietly said.

"You would've known, if you hadn't of been so deep in conversation with a certain Mr. Styles" He

winked.

My head shot up, as did Harry's.

I felt my cheeks start to burn, so I turned away

from the group and watched Louis, who was

looking back. He briefly smiled at me, before kicking the ball

somewhere and chasing after it.

There was something up with that boy.