"We're never going to get to the top of the league if we continue to perform like that!" The Doncaster Rovers manager - Paul Dickov said with a very stressed look on his face.
They had just lost against Leyton Orient who were currently 2 places ahead of them in the league.
"That was awful!" Paul continued. "You aren't working as a team and if you're not careful, you're going to get relegated! Tomlinson! What's happening? You used to be our star player but these past few games definitely haven't been your best. You used to keep this team together but now you're part of the reason we're falling apart. You all need to get your act together or you can say goodbye to the play offs!"
Every single boy in that changing room was out of breathe and sweaty after the game. They had all tried their hardest but since their captain, Louis Tomlinson, hasn't been doing very well lately, the whole team has suffered as a result. They wanted to help but Louis hardly spoke to anyone anymore.
Paul walked out of the changing rooms, leaving his harsh words echoing in Louis' head.
The rest of the boys quietly got showered and changed and a few of them left as they had press meetings and stuff for the BBC.
Louis didn't talk to the press anymore.
He got undressed, not caring who was looking at him, grabbed his towels out of his locker and walking over to the shower room to one of the available showers.
He stepped inside, letting the hot steamy water fall over his body, washing everything away. He sang quietly to himself, hoping no-one could hear him.
"Shut it Tomlinson!" he heard one of the other boys shout and Louis stopped singing instantly.
He sighed to himself and finished up his shower, not forgetting to wash his longish brown hair. He had let it grow for a while and it had gotten so long that when he played football, he had to wear a headband to prevent his hair from falling in his eyes. He left himself a mental reminder to get it cut soon.
He shut the shower off, wrapping a towel around his waist and using the other towel to dry his hair. He walked over to his locker and pulled out some sweat pants and a plain white shirt.
As he was getting changed, he heard a voice behind him.
"Good game Tomlinson" the boy said.
Nick Grimshaw. Grimshaw was a great enemy of Louis, even though they were on the same team, no matter how hard Louis tried to be civil with him, Grimshaw always created another reason for Louis to hate him.
Louis just rolled his eyes in response.
"You know, if I was captain of this team, we'd be doing so much better and maybe we wouldn't all the scared of relegation" Grimshaw said, walking closer to Louis.
"Well maybe everyone should learn not the rely on me all the time" Louis blurted out, harshly.
"You're the captain! We rely on you because we have no other choice right now! You're making all the lads suffer when it's not their fault you're a shitty person" Grimshaw shouted.
Louis slammed the his locker shut, ignoring the harsh words from his manager that span round his head and now the harsh words that had just been shouted at him a few seconds ago.
"If you want to be captain so much, take your stupid ass to Paul because I am DONE!" Louis shouted turning round.
At this point, everyone was crowded around, watching Louis' little outburst and stood with their mouths wide at what they just said.
"We don't need you on this team anyway" Grimshaw smirked and walked away, happy with the result of the argument.
Louis quickly got changed, picked up his bag and walked quickly out of the changing rooms, still with very wet hair, and out onto the pitch which was now empty except for two security guards who were making sure no fans could sneak back into the stadium after the game.
