Chapter Song: Fucked Up Kids - The Maine
Friday, September 29, 2013.
Niall had been having a pretty good week in his opinion. For the past 3 football try outs Harry had been present in the bleachers, Niall assumed it was to support his mate, but he was there for Niall to admire from afar all the same. For the past 2 try outs Harry had also walked with Niall to the bottom of the hill that the school was on, on the pretense that he was going in the same direction anyway. They parted ways at the bottom but Niall enjoyed the 3 -ish minutes it took anyway because it was 3 -ish minutes alone with Harry.
He was learning that Harry was an interesting person to just observe. He was nearly a whole head taller than Niall, so one of his steps was almost one and a half of Niall's. He had rather large hands and Niall thought his iPhone looked tiny in them. Niall also found himself admiring Harry's plump lips the more he talked. Niall knew it was wrong but he couldn't stop himself.
"Niall heads up!" Josh calls, disturbing Niall's thoughts about Harry's lips. Niall then sees the football hurtling towards him and jumps into the air to head the ball into the back of the net he was standing near. He needed to focus. Tryouts were about to end anyway.
"Alright lads! Bring it in!" Coach calls.
"Okay, so this was the very last tryout. I'll be posting the list on the board outside of the PE office on Monday so go check it then. I'm really excited about the line up this year; there are some really great players here. All of you deserve to be on this team so I don't want you to be too upset if you don't make it. After all, you could still end up part of string 2, yeah? Just keep your heads up and be happy for whoever makes it." Coach finishes. The boy's heads all bob up and down showing their understanding. They are dismissed to get showered and changed and Niall instantly turns to the bleachers, catching Harry's eye. The tall boy grins as he stands and begins making his way down to Niall. Niall starts walking towards the bleachers himself before he is stopped.
"Hey Niall! Where are you headed mate? Locker room's this way!" Niall glances back over his shoulder to see that Zayn is the only one still on the field but is walking backwards towards the locker room as he spoke.
"Yeah I have to, uh talk to someone before I go change though." Niall says. He wasn't actually sure what he was going to say to Harry but Zayn shrugged and turned around, jogging towards the school and not questioning it. Niall watches as he disappears through the doors before turning back around to see that Harry had reached the bottom of the bleachers. He was talking to a group of girls who had been watching the tryouts today. Niall alters his path to head towards them but stops dead when Harry suddenly leans forward and plants his lips onto the lips of some tall, skinny, blonde girl. Niall spins around, almost like Harry had slapped him in the face. He brings a fist to his mouth and bites down on the knuckles to silence the sob that is begging to escape his lips. He's not going to cry, that would be weird. It just, stung a little. He begins walking quickly away from the scene playing out behind him just wanting to get away.
Niall didn't know why he had thought he and Harry had something going on. Obviously they didn't. Niall had a fucking girlfriend. Niall chuckles bitterly to himself as he enters the now almost fully empty locker room. He pulls his shirt over his head and removes his shorts, grabbing a towel and his clean clothes and heading over to the showers as he hears the locker room door open again. He drops his boxer briefs on the bench and steps under one of the shower heads, turning it on and sighing as the warm water runs down his back.
Harry glances around the changing room and sees that it is vacant except for Niall's things. He begins heading over to the shower room where he hears the water running which means that Niall was already in there. As Harry nears the room Zayn steps out of one of the rows of lockers and looks surprised to see Harry.
