It all started with "Oops!" {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 2 - C'mon Liam

*Louis's point of view*

The rest of the day in school, all I could think about is how the hell can someone just pee on someone's foot and leave without apologising ?

Like, you can't just do that.

I mean, first of all, peeing on someone is a bad thing to do but then not apologise for doing it?

Was I pissed about this whole incident ?
Well, yes of course. Considering that someone just peed on my shoes obviously made me mad. On that, the pee did made it's way to the inside of my shoe and the fact that I didn't wear socks made it worse.

I struggled to walk comfortably and tried to ignore the yucky feeling on my foot.

I couldn't concentrate in one class. Surely, this incident made me look at the fellow differently.

It was no more - the hottie from the hallway.

It was - the hottie from the hallway who had the audacity to pee on me.

I didn't know his name so I didn't know what my thoughts could call him. This seemed good enough.

It was lunch time, I was sitting with my football team, obviously. It's just how it is. When you're on the team, you don't have an option to eat at a different table, you kind of just have to eat with the rest of the team. It's been four years since this and I'm used to it.

I was chatting with Zayn (who is not in the team but sits with us anyway) when I noticed the hottie from the hallway who had the audacity to pee on me, already made two friends, Nick Horan and Liam Payne.

Liam is a good guy. We were best friends when we were in eighth grade but after I got selected in the football team, our friendship kind of died. Although not entirely. He's still in the band with me and we have a good time practicing, but we're not "mates" anymore, like we used to be.

Nick, on the other hand, I never talked to. I've only seen him play the guitar on the steps by the playground, two or three years back, having a mini concert, surrounded by mostly girls, obviously, since he was singing 'Boyfriend' by Justin Beiber. Yikes. Although he does seem to always be happy and I think he's grown out of his Justin Beiber fanboy stage. Atleast I hope so.

"Hey babe" Someone flung their arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. Eleanor. I internally cringed.

"Yo" I said, removing her hand off my neck.

"What are you doing, handsome?"

Seriously? What do people do during lunch, Eleanor? Play karate or clip each other's toe nails ?

"Just having me lunch." Is the response I decided to go with.

Eleanor is a lovely girl. She's smart, she's pretty, she's popular. And I may sound like a jerk, but I'm tired of her. It's been, what feels like ages since I've been dating her and I'm so bored. She's never up for doing anything fun, she only talks about herself and her makeup and how some other girl's outfit is so "downmarket". She may be a lovely girl but it's no pleasure having a self-obsessed freak around you, let alone, date one.

Then why'd I ask her out in the first place, you ask?
I never really asked her out. I just happened to have a crush on her in eighth grade (among the other lot of girls) and someone told someone and the gossip train went cho cho and she came to me and asked me about it. I admitted I had a crush on her and she said 'I'd love to be your girlfriend' and held my hand and that's just how it's started. Thirteen year old me never had a girl interested in me, so I just went with it.