Shoot For My Heart (Larry)

Chapter Three

Since that first football game, Louis couldn't get that boy out of his head. His curly brown hair and big build were all he could think about. He wondered why he was just sitting in the cold. Louis thought about how soft he looked in his big coat with a red nose from the cold.

Louis smiled to himself as he walked towards the bathrooms by the field after school for training. He gave a stare to one of the Eastwood players. They were playing the third game of the season and they had won their first two games 11-0 and 7-2. All of Hall Cross's team were worried, Eastwood had seriously improved and was a big threat to Hall Cross if they wanted to keep their winning streak up.

Louis approached the bathroom door and reached out his hand to open the door. But to Louis' surprise, the door swung open before he got a chance to even touch the doorknob and a tall dark figure walked straight into him.

"I'm sorry" squealed Harry. Dropping his book on the ground in surprise.

"I-It's alright" replied Louis bending down to grab Harry's book for him.

Louis was in shock. It was the boy he had seen a few weeks ago sitting on the ground beside his game. The boy he couldn't get out of his head.

Louis started to panic, he was nervous around him. He didn't know what to say or what to do.

He grabbed for the small leather notebook that was laying on the ground. As he lifted it up a yellow page blew out and landed at Harry's feet. Harry quickly ducked down and stuffed the page into his pocket. But that didn't change the fact that Louis had already seen the drawing on the paper.

"Was that me?" Louis asked, Nervous about the embarrassment he would face if it wasn't.

"Uh yeah" replied Harry in his deep voice. He pulled out the crumpled page from his pocket and handed it to Louis.

Louis flattened out the paper to reveal a stunning portrait of him standing on the field with a football resting under his foot, at the top of the page there was a bold A circled in red pen. Louis was thrilled! Could this cute boy really like him back? He didn't know how to express himself, all he could manage to say was

"Oh." he handed the paper back to harry who was now a few steps back and not right in Louis' face.

"I'm sor-" started Harry but Louis cut him off.

"Don't be. Seriously you're extremely talented. I'm glad to see you got an A for my face." Louis let out a little smirk. Harry blushed and broke out into a full blown smile.

Harry started to walk away from the teen football star but was stopped in his tracks.

"Wait!" said Louis. "When will I see you again?"

Harry paused for a moment and pondered the question. "When you play Eastwood I guess." Harry said with a smile.

This reply was definitely not what Louis was hoping to hear. "Shit, you go to Eastwood?"

"Yeah, you think I just wear their uniform for fun." Said, Harry. He didn't know what the problem was.

"Oh, I never realized." replied Louis. His smirk had faded. He had always been so fixated on Harry's sharp jawline and glistening eyes to even register what he was wearing.

Harry turned away from Louis and continued walking.

"Can I get a name then, public school pretty boy?" Louis yelled after him.

Harry turned and walked backward so he was facing Louis.

"Yeah. My name's Harry. Harry Styles."