Harry's POV.
Ashton I and go our separate ways as I walk towards the locker room. I walk towards my locker and greet Zayn and the guys. I also see a small, fragile figure not so far away. Louis.
I take note have Louis taking his shirt off, but what I see scares me.
Although he quickly turns to face the lockers, I can already take note have his each individual rib.
Is he really that skinny? Or am I going crazy?
I notice Zayn's presence was missing, and I look over to see him with Louis.
"Jesus Christ Tommo, have you been gaining weight?"
Everyone in the locker room chuckles, except Louis and I.
Gaining weight? Fat? Does Zayn think thats funny?
I was about to interject until Zayn mentioned me and how Louis liked me.
I was then quiet, and quite embarrassed. Not by Louis, but this whole situation. I hurry to finish getting ready for Phys. Ed and rush my way to the football field.
Now that I think about it, why didn't I stay to stick up for Louis?
I shake the thought away and see Zayn jogging over to me.
"Aw, lighten up Harry, the fag needs to be taught a lesson," Zayn says, patting my shoulder.
I shake my head, and see Louis slowly making his way out to the field.
I turn my attention over to the booming voice of my gym teacher and coach. He blows his whistle, and everyone quiets down.
"Alright, today we will play a game of football. You guys know the rules. Captains are.. Styles and Payne."
Liam Payne. He is a kid in a few of my classes, not too popular, but not an outcast. He is quiet, but seems cool nonetheless.
I started off picking people.
"Zayn" I say.
"Luke" says Liam.
We keep picking players until there are 4 left. I scan the 4 peers in front of me, and spot a shy looking Louis, keeping ia gaze at the ground.
"Louis" I say loud and proud. My team groans, but Louis has a tiny smile at his lips. We finish up picking players until a few team memebers pull me aside.
"Really? Tomlinson, of all people?" they say.
I roll my eyes and say, "Give him a chance." Maybe Louis is good, but we'll find out now.
*******Tralalala********
Ok Louis isn't the best at football. But he definetely has good coordination.
But then the unexpected happened.
He scored a goal.
It was silent. Until I cheered and my teammates actually started to cheer too. I jogged over to a baffled Louis.
I pat him on the back, but he still has no reaction.
"Did that really happen?" he asks me. I laugh and the teacher said it's time to get back to the locker rooms and get changed.
We all finish getting dressed in the locker room (Well getting dressed for football practice since it is after school now) and I walk up to Louis.
"So Louis... Still wanna work onthe project after footie practice?" I ask.
