Mr. Styles. (l.s)

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this chapter is going to be more in Harry's POV. Enjoy ;)BY THE WAY,, I forgot to mention their ages earlier. Louis is 17 and Harry is 23.

After dismissing the small boy, and leaving the field, Harry needed to clear his head. He couldn't go home to his girlfriend, Lexi with a cloudy head filled with nothing but the new pretty boy who gets under his skin without even trying. Teaching and then turning around and coaching stubborn boys toyed with his anger. And working out became his release.

So he went to the gym, something he does usually when trying to clear his mind, not that Lexi knows. Harry likes to sweat his worries away. He's grown an obsession with working out, taking nightly boxing classes, but moreover doing whatever he can to stay out later rather than going home and having to spend time with his girlfriend.

He thought he was out of this stage though. Of course he's always found men attractive, but he thought it was just a stage he would grow out of. After experimenting in college and nearly getting outed to the entire campus, he vowed that he wasn't going to mess with men like that anymore. It wasn't him. He wasn't gay. But something about this little angel boy pulled at him. He was like a magnet and Harry's eyes couldn't stay off of him.

Plopping down on the weight bench after loading some weights on the bar, Harry began lifting. Small grunts escaped his lips after a while and he grew tired after 30 reps. Which angered him. He stood up, going to his bag and pulling out a pair of black shorts and some tennis shoes, trudging off to the bathroom and coming out in only that. Shoving his clothes and shoes from earlier today in his bag, Harry then topped it to the corner.

An hour passes and it's 8:22 pm. Harry's still at the gym, strapping on a set of boxing gloves as he waits for his trainer to get there. His mind begins to wander back to the boy. Louis was it? Lewis? He couldn't remember. All he knows is that he was a strong urge to know him. But he'd never tell. Poor thing was in denial. 'I cannot be attracted to him. He's a boy. And even worse, a student.' He thought to himself but couldn't seem to shake the thoughts of the angel boy.

A half hour passes and Harry's trainer arrives, instantly beginning to train. Harry has the decency to put a shirt on also. But being that it was white and he was sweating profusely, you could see straight through it.

Another half hour passes and Harry is so focused with his workout that he doesn't even hear when someone else enters the gym. Paying no mind to anything or anyone but himself. As always.