Football L.S. ✔

2- Kicking is against the rules

"Yes! Harry go! Run for it!" The coach yells as Harry kicks the ball in the right way, for once, and towards the goal in their game against Doncaster.

Harry's heartbeat is going faster than he could ever imagine, and he can hear every loud thud ringing in his ears. He's so close, he's going to make it, his team will be so proud.

The net is in view and Harry thinks quickly of the open spaces and his kicking strategy. It's right there. There's nothing in his way. 'Just pull your leg back Harry, atta boy and...'

Sudden pain shoots up his ankle and he looks up to see the one and only, Louis Tomlinson, kicking the ball down his side of the field. The fucker tripped him, and stole the ball. And Harry was so close to the praise he's been waiting for. Isn't there a flag for this? A foul or something?

"Get off the field Harry, we're subbing you out for Lucas." The coach yells disappointingly.

'But Lucas was shit at the game.' Harry thinks. 'Much better than me I guess.'

Harry doesn't even have time to think about getting up before there are cheers of people supporting the other team. Louis had just scored another point, making the Doncaster team win. Harry hangs his head low as he stands, ready to be faced with upset faces of his teammates.

Before he can receive backlash and hatred from his team's players, he's stopped by the one and only, harshest player on any team.

"Nice try there, curly. Thought you could get a goal back there didn't ya, little buddy?" Louis sneers, chuckling at himself.

Harry looks up at the rude boy, tears threatening the ends of his eyes. His anger of the situation makes him want to throat punch this kid. As he looks up however, there's a gasp from the rude one. He then covers it with a cough and a dirty look.

"Look sir, I don't mean to be rude here but you were the dumbass who kicked me and forced me to fall. So don't try and blame this loss on me you douche." Harry gasps at himself, surprised that the words had even come from his own mouth.

Louis' hands fist at his sides and he thinks, this boy has got one hell of a nerve trying to talk this way to him. If it was one of his teammates, they'd be off the team in 2 minutes, later time due to the black eye Louis would cause them to have.

Louis' face goes red out of anger, because nobody talks to him this way.

"Excuse me?" Louis draws out slowly, one eyebrow up in anticipation of what the younger has to say.

Harry is terrified, but knows if he says one last thing and leaves, he could go through with it. "Did I stutter?"

Louis has half a mind to grab this little boy by his fluffy hair and deal with him in the locker rooms. Although, Louis has to admit this boy is extremely adorable and he'd hate to have to ruin his hair. The boy does have a terrible attitude though, and Louis is not having it. Little curly is so lucky he's not on Louis' team. Not that he would be on it for long with that kind of attitude.

"I'm sorry, I don't think you know who you're talking to. I'm Louis Tomlinson, captain of the Doncaster team. Now who the fuck do you think you are?" Louis spits out.

And Harry thought he'd be gone by now, thought he'd have enough sense to leave before things got worse. Before things got to the point they're at now. But no, somewhere in Harry's little brain he thought he would be able to blurt this out:

"I know who you are, and you don't scare me, Mr. Tomlinson." He smirks, which is truly unbelievable and Harry has no idea how the hell he's doing this, but somehow he is. "Oh, and I'm Harry."

Harry then turns around and leaves the furious captain behind. As he's about to run after the little one and show him how he fucking handles things, Harry, as he's named himself, is brought into a team huddle. Louis almost yells in frustration, but contains it and walks back towards the locker rooms, ignoring the calls of his teammates.

However, on the other end, as Harry walks back to his team, he expects cries of disappointment and being kicked off the team. His expectations are thrown out the window for a second time though. His coach finishes talking to the team and he gives Harry a look of 'we need to talk'.

The rest of the team scatters off and Harry is left alone with the coach. The older man places a hand on Harry's shoulder and gives him a sympathetic smile. Harry knows what's coming. He's going to be kicked off the team for sure.

"Harry, do you really want to play football?" The coach asks seriously.

"Yes! More than anything coach, I really do. I almost had it back there, do you see it?"

"I did, and then I seen you fall like you always do. I don't know if I can keep you on this team much longer." The coach explains softly. Everyone knows Harry is a sensitive one.

Is this what Louis made it seem like?! Like he fell? Louis kicked him! And everyone thought be was being clumsy as always!

"Coach I-!"

"I'll give you another option though." The coach interrupts.

Harry is close to tears but nods his head as for him to continue.

"I can send you to Tomlinson and see if he can help you become a better player. I'm sorry to say, but it's either that or you're off the team."

Harry's mouth drops open in shock, forgetting the option had been mentioned before. And now he's made a great impression with the devil himself hasn't he? Harry wants to play football though, and this is the only way he can continue. He calms his breathing and looks up at his coach.

"Guess I'll be training with Tomlinson then."

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