"And why the fuck would I want to train a newbie? Where do you think I have the time for this bullshit, Howell?" Louis yells at the Cheshire coach through the phone.
"He's very dedicated. He wants to play Tomlinson he's just not that good. Could you find some sympathy somewhere in your cold soul and give him a chance?"
Louis rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"I want him on my field no later than 7:00 tomorrow morning. He shows up later than that then I refuse to train him."
"Got it. Thank you Louis."
"It's Tomlinson. I don't remember us being on a first name basis." Louis hangs up the phone and rubs his temples because now his morning practice is being messed with by a fool who doesn't know how to play something Louis is an expert at.
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Harry gets the call late Friday night that he is to show up to Tomlinson's field the next morning. Does the captain even know it's Harry that's showing up? If he does, then why would he accept? This brings Harry to the conclusion that Louis has no idea it's him. And that terrifies him further.
Harry makes sure to set an alarm for 5:30 so he can get dressed and drive himself there on time. He showers and sleeps after an hour of anticipating what's to come.
The next morning, Louis is running laps around his field, constantly checking the time to make sure whoever shows up, shows up on time. As he takes his 15th lap, he checks the time to see it is 6:59 and no cars have shown up in the parking lot. Rage empowers him and he stops and starts his pushups.
After 75, he is interrupted by feet in front of his face, showing there is a human standing in front of him. He checks his time to see it is 7:15.
Louis pulls himself up and turns away from the newbie, not even taking a second glance.
"Goodbye." He states.
"Wh-what? I just got here." The boy stutters.
That voice. There's something familiar about it, but Louis can't turn to face him yet.
"I told your coach that you'd better be here by 7:00 and it is now-" he checks his watch, "7:16. Goodbye." He says with no mercy.
"Louis, please."
Louis turns at this to find the boy from the last game. The one who dared to talk out against Louis. Louis' mouth drops in frustration and amusement.
"No fucking way." He says.
Harry frowns.
Louis starts circling the boy, checking him out as he speaks to him.
"First, you want to talk to me like I am your equal or less than you, then you show up, expecting me to be lenient on the fact that you are-" he checks his watch again, "18 minutes late to practice, which is wasting my time, and then you want to call me by my first name when I clearly don't remember stating you were allowed to do so."
Louis stops when he is in front of the boy, and places his hands behind his back as he looks at him.
"Now tell me why I should even consider the thought of letting you stay here, wasting my personal practice time, to train the likes of you?"
Harry's mouth opens to speak, and he thought words would come out, but they don't. Louis releases a short grunt of amusement.
"As I thought. Now, I want you off my field in 2 minutes before I do something I will regret." Louis turns to walk away, but Harry grabs his hand softly.
"Mr. Tomlinson, please. I really want to-"
Louis turns, grabs Harry by the shoulders and pushes him against the fence, getting as close to his face as possible. He can almost taste the toothpaste from Harry's mouth, proving he's just brushed his teeth.
"Don't ever touch me little boy. You're extremely lucky I don't want a lawsuit on my hands because of the sensitive little bitch you are, because otherwise I'd have your pretty little face bruised and you'd be sent out of here with a twisted wrist. Do you understand me?" Louis breathes down the younger's neck as he trembles in fear.
When he doesn't receive an answer, Louis grabs a fist full of Harry's curly locks and brings him impossibly closer. Harry whimpers and moans at the feeling of his hair being tugged so harshly.
"I said, do you understand me?" Louis says into Harry's ear.
"Y-yes. I underst-stand." Harry whimpers.
"Yes who?" Louis spits, lightening his grip on the smaller boy's hair.
"Yes s-sir."
Louis releases the boy completely and walks away a little, then turns to face the boy with his arms crossed across his chest.
"I want you to run 30 laps around this field, then 40 pushups, and 25 squats as punishment for touching me, showing up late, and calling me by my first name. Then, we'll start talking training." Louis states firmly.
Harry's mouth drops open because the most his coach has ever given him was 5 laps around their tiny field. But this field was much, much bigger. About 5 times the size of his.
"Mr. Tomlinson I-"
"No, it's sir to you. I don't like the thought of any part of my name coming out of your mouth."
"Are you sure about all of that?" Harry asks nervously.
"Did I stutter?" Louis spits, just as Harry had done to him last game.
Harry's mouth drops open again and he whimpers to himself before starting his run. Louis looks on at the boy for a few laps, seeing him become tired so early. He smirks to himself before starting his own second set of pushups.
Once Louis finishes another 75, he looks up to see Harry walking the field. He stands up immediately and crosses his arms dominantly.
"Harry!" He calls.
Harry shivers, looking up and then continuing to run. Louis shakes his head, then runs to the locker rooms quickly to retrieve some water. He grabs 5 bottles of water, 4 for Harry because he seems to be growing tired quickly, and one for himself.
He returns to the field to see Harry starting his pushups. He walks over to him and hands him a bottle of water.
"Take a quick break and drink this. I can't have a fainting boy on my field because I get in trouble for that." Louis rolls his eyes.
Harry falls from his place of doing pushups and rolls to his side, taking the bottle of water and pouring a little on his face before gulping down the rest quickly. He looks up at Louis, pleading for more.
"Geez kid it's not that big of a deal. You act like I'm depriving you of water or something." He hands Harry another bottle. "You're quite the dramatic one aren't you?"
Harry finishes his gulp before pulling his lips away from the tip of the bottle slowly. Louis' eyes widen and he has to stop himself from thinking wrong about this boy. This attitude ridden boy.
"I'm not that dramatic!" Harry whines.
Louis' eyes darken. "Don't speak to me that way again Harry. I swear on everything you find holy, I will end this punishment now and have you off my field in no time. I won't take any disrespect. You're lucky I'm giving you a second chance as it is."
Harry's breath hitches and he nods. "Sorry."
Louis grunts. "Finish your water and get back to your pushups." I'm giving you 20 minutes to complete your punishment before we start talking. If you don't finish, you'll have to stay after we're done and continue."
And that threat is enough to keep Harry motivated.
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