Love in a Photograph -A larry stylinson fanfic

Chapter 9

It was now Monday, and Louis was hanging out with his friends during lunch. Now everywhere he goes, he keeps hearing people talk about this Harry guy. It seems like all the girls likes him. But he didn't want to listen to that, and just kept his focus on his girlfriend and soccer.

Although Louis was distracted with his girlfriend, rather than talking to his friends, he couldn't stop thinking about that Harry guy, and how he sounds familiar, he just couldn't figure out who he was. But he put those thoughts aside when he was snogging his girlfriend.

"I love you," she said. She always says that to him, but he can never say it back. If he did, he wouldn't mean it. It's not that he didn't love her, she was special, in a way, but he didn't want this relationship for the romance, and just for the sex. That was the good part for him. It was as if he was afraid of that word, love, because it contains so much feeling, and he didn't always feel that way.

"So, Louis, i was thinking of going to this concert, and I think it would be nice if we went," she considered.

"To who?" He only hoped he did not have to hear "Harry Styles" for another time.

"Harry Styles, he's this new singer, and his songs are really romantic, and everyone is going, and I think we should."

Louis twitched, because he was already sick of hearing that name.

"So what do you think?" She wanted to know.

"Um, I...guess?" He gave in, because knowing everyone will be there, had to be. "So when is it?"

"This weekend. It's a charity ever, but the tickets will be cheap. And there's a meet and greet, which is free. The seats are first come first serve."

"Um, ok, let's go then," he said somewhat unconvinced, but he was curious about this guy.

When he went home that day, he decided to look him up. He opened his laptop, and googled "Harry Styles" and opened Wikipedia. He learned he is his same age, 17, and his hometown is London. He has one sister, but the name is not given.

He looked at a closer picture of him, and he has piercing green eyes, his lips were a rosy shade of pink, and his dimples were so deep. His hair was long, dark brown, and curly.

He was not going to lie, he was attractive, and he could kind of see why everyone likes him, but he was not his type. Not hat he would date him, or boys for the matter, because he was not gay. In fact, he could never think of himself as being that. He was not homophobic, he was just straight, and nothing else.

He didn't want to continue looking him up, so he closed he browser, and went on to checking up his updates.

The next day, while practicing for soccer, he was called in by his coach. He thought it was going to be good news, but he knew they were not going to be when he saw the upset look on his coach's face.

"Is everything okay?" Louis asked nervously.

"I don't know. You tell me"

"Um, I wouldn't know. Sorry, sir."

"How about when you find out you will be kicked off the team if those grades don't go up?!"

"But you can't kick me out. I'm the team captain!!"

"I don't care. Rules are rules. So your grades go up or you're off the team."

Louis scoffed. He could not believe this. He never really paid atention to his grades, but somehow he's been managing to pass. Just now, that he doesn't know why he is failing. He had to get his grades up or else he was off the team, which was what mattered to him the most. He couls not afford to get distracted, not by anything, not by anyone.

He was even considering not going to the concert to see some guy he didn't even cared about. Then again, he had to go, because he alreeady agreed. Sometimes he hates that he has to do things just to please his friends, but he has to if he wants to maintain his reputaion.