"Tell us something we don't know." The interviewer said to Harry. She was pretty much on the edge of her seat to hear the secrets lying beneath the footie player. He was one of the most well-known people in England, everyone knew pretty much everything about him.
"Alright. Um... not many of you know this, but I went to school with Louis Tomlinson." Harry sighed. Louis Tomlinson. The one person he's ever been in love with. The one person who never gave him the time of day. The one person he still kicks himself over for ever hurting.
"Louis Tomlinson? How long have you known him?"
"Year nine. We went to high school together."
"Were you mates?" Harry shook his head.
"Were you enemies?" Harry shook his head again.
"It was more of a love/hate relationship."
"So, you dated?"
"Um, actually, it was more like I wanted to date him and he wanted nothing to do with me." The interviewer's eyes widened.
"Why?" Harry sighed and looked down at his hands. Those days played back in his head perfectly, every time he's ever asked him out, only to get a no.
* Harry threw his cleats in his locker and sat down on the cold concrete. He loved football, and he was great at it, but it always left him tiresome. He shakily stood up from his position and grabbed his uniform from the hangers he kept on the top hooks of the locker to keep his kit safe. Harry closed the locker door and took a towel from the rack. He needed to be clean for his next lessons.
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"Harry, you did great!" The mousey girl clapped. Harry smiled and winked at her, shuffling over to her side.
"Thanks, babe. I'm glad you enjoyed my performance." The girl giggled and twirled a lock of her hair around her dainty little finger. Harry smiled. Almost too easy.
"So, I was wondering if you'd-"
"Harry! Someone's here for you." Harry turned his attention to Derek, one of his mates from the team.
"Who?"
"Someone I'd like you to meet." Harry sighed and turned to the girl who was now pouting.
"I'll talk to you later."
~ ~ ~
"Finally, ok, someone just transferred here and because we're varsity, he shadows you."
"Why me?!" Harry asked appalled. He'd much rather chat a girl up than babysit some new kid.
