Larry Stylinson Alphabet

F is for Football

{AU in which Louis is afraid to come out to his teammates and Harry isn't sure if it's worth it}

(Btw, this isn't American football, it's soccer)

Both: 17

Word count: 1852

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"Ow."

"Sorry, love."

Harry pouted, as he rubbed his head, after having hit it on the nearby shelf.

"This closet is too small."

"Well, maybe you should come out of the closet then," Harry grinned cheekily, but Louis sighed and took a step back.

"Don't bring this up again, please."

"It was just a joke," Harry crossed his arms, feeling like a child in trouble.

"Well, I don't think my coming out is a joke. I have this reputation to uphold and you know that."

"Nice to know I'm not your first priority, Louis," Harry snapped before he left the closet without another word.

And as he walked through the crowd of students, he kept his head down.

Like always, he went unnoticed.

~

Harry watched as his boyfriend ran up and down the field during practice.

The cheerleaders were watching too, specifically Amber, who's had her eyes on Louis for quite some time now.

Practice was almost done, so the cheerleaders were just sitting on the bleachers nearby, giggling and talking about how hot all the players were.

Harry just sat there with his book, glancing up every few seconds to see what was happening.

But it was a little hard to focus on reading when all he could hear were the stupid bimbos and their annoying high-pitched laughs.

"Louis is so hot, oh my god," Amber said, and Harry clenched his jaw.

"Why hasn't he gotten with you yet? Like, he's so stupid."

More like taken. And gay.

"Don't worry, he's just playing hard to get."

"You should show up in the showers when he's there," another girl joked and they all laughed annoyingly.

"That'd be the only time I'd ever be on my knees," Amber giggled.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up and left.

But he didn't notice Louis watching him leave with sad eyes.