Mr. Styles. (l.s)

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"Tomlinson. Not so fast."

Louis slowly turned back, making his way to the coach who stood in the middle of the field with his arms crossed. Louis eyes traveled down the mans body, lingering on his arms. The man was fit he can't deny him of that. 'And he could surely throw me around like a rag doll and honestly I'd let him. '

"Y-yes sir?" Louis stuttered our as he finally stood in front of Mr. Styles. He nearly had to back up so he wouldn't be almost breaking his neck to look up at the tall man. His hands were trembling with fear and he had an uneasy feeling in his stomach.

"You thinking you can prance your pretty little ass in my classroom late is one thing. But carelessly doing the same on my field is another. You seem so eager to play but from the looks of things, your not going to." At those words Louis snaps his head up to meet the cold glare of Mr. Styles. He couldn't hold back his words after that.

"Wha-what do you mean I'm not going to! You haven't even given me a chance t-to try out! This is bullshit-" he yelled, his face growing red with so much anger bubbling inside. Only to be cut off sharply, "Excuse me?!" The coaches words leaked with rage. Louis made eye contact and immediately broke it, knowing he fucked up. The look in the mans eyes was indescribable. But the one thing louis could place was anger. And he was about to see the full rage from the man.

"How dare you. You come to my field and talk to me like that?!" Mr. Styles let out a low chuckle. But Louis knew he thought none of this was funny. "Guess I'll just have to punish you. Since you're so adamant on being apart of this team." He spits out lowly and Louis stumbles back, wanting to do nothing but apologize and take everything back.

"I-I'm sorry coach. I-I wasn't-" Louis begins, only to be cut off again by the fuming man in front of him. "Run. I want you running laps around this field until I tell you to stop. Do you hear me boy."

Louis eyes grow wide and he nods quickly, taking off onto the sidelines and running just as he was told. He can feel Mr. Styles eyes on him, causing his cheeks to heat up. He probably looked like such a fool.

Little did he know, Mr. Styles eyes weren't on him, but more his ass. He couldn't help himself. It was like his eyes were glued on Louis. The boy was something else. But he couldn't allow himself to think like that. He had a girlfriend. And he wasn't gay. Or at least that's what he told himself.

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