Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter One: God Hates Gays

3rd Person POV

Harry grinned as he cheered in the field, clapping along as he and the rest of the cheerleaders cheered. They were practicing right now for the game coming up this Friday. Alyssa smiled at Harry and pulled him to the bleachers. 

"What is it?" Harry chuckled as she sat him down. 

"Guess what?" She clapped, biting her lip. 

Harry hummed, "What?"

"I'm dating Gareth Adams!" She squeaked, jumping up and down after grabbing Harry's hands. 

Harry laughed and jumped with her, "That hot guy in our algebra class?" He quirked a brow, "How did you of all people get to date him?" He teased. 

Alyssa rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh, hush." She sassed, "At least I have a boyfriend, unlike you." She huffed. 

It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes this time. "Maybe I'll get one one day, right?" He sat down, pulling his curls back with a headband. 

Alyssa smiled and nodded, sitting down beside him, "Of course, Harry." She said. "You're cute, funny, a good friend, a cheerleader-"

"Not that cute, more cheesy than funny, a good friend, yes, pale..." He cut in. 

She sighed and side hugged him, "You never know, Harry. Some boys might like pale and sappy boys." She pecked his cheek and stood up. "I have to go. You're still having a sleep over tonight, right?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side. 

Harry nodded and fixed his uniform, "Yeah, I am. See you then." He smiled and watched her leave. He grabbed his stuff, heading to the locker room to change. He had to change in the boy's room, which he really didn't want to because he wanted to be treated like a girl, not a nasty and sweaty boy. But it was nice to look at all the musular men changing, although some of them would not allow Harry to do so. Only a few of them were gay, closet gay too. 

Harry wasn't like that. He liked to be more open about himself. He came out as bisexual in middle school but then leaned more towards the gay side. He never really liked girls either. He'd probably eat a girl out and or something, but never date them or kiss them. Yuck.

He walked inside, setting his stuff down near his locker and opening it, getting out his change of clothing. Andy walked over to him and smiled, "Hi Harry." He stood next to him. He had a huge crush on him. 

Harry smiled as he took his shirt off, "Hey. How was football today?" He asked, sliding on his pink tank top. 

Andy hummed, "It was okay." He said and sat down, watching him.

Harry nodded, "Get teased again?" He asked. 

Andy nodded too, "Yeah. Not as much as yesterday, thank god. Louis is a huge pain in the arse about it." 

Harry blushed, sliding his bottoms off, "Louis?" He had liked Louis for a while now. Louis and his friends teased him and hit him a lot, but he still liked Louis. Something about him just drove him on.

Andy sighed, "Harry, I already told you he isn't the guy you should crush on." He said, eyeing down Harry smooth, shaved legs and panties. 

Harry slid his shorts on, "I know... I don't know why I like him." He bit his lip.

"Exactly. You should crush on someone nicer. Like a close friend..." He hinted. 

Harry sprayed some perfume on, "But all my friends are girls. Except you." He slid his pink socks on. 

Andy ran a hand through his blond, wavy hair. "Just don't make a big mistake, alright?" He mumbled. 

Harry looked at him, "What mistake would I make? Look, he's an extreme homophobic and would never date me, or even think about dating me." He slid on his black and pink Nike tennis shoes. 

Andy nodded, "Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna go now." He stood up and opened his arms. 

Harry smiled and hugged him tightly, letting go too soon for Andy's liking. 

"Make sure you pass that test tomorrow." Harry said with a smile, sliding on his black jacket. He kept it unzipped.

Andy smiled and nodded, leaving the locker room. 

Harry rubbed on some deodorant, packing his stuff. He turned, bumping into someone. He gasped and stepped back once he realized who it was. "Sorry." He said quickly, looking up at Liam Payne. 

Liam smirked, "Well. That was an interesting conversation you were having." He grinned. 

Harry frowned but kept his head up, nodding. 

"So you have a crush on Louis?" Liam chuckled before glaring at him, "That's disgusting. He doesn't like fags like you. So stop being a fag. It's just a disgrace to this world." 

"Says God as he puts a G- spot up men's asses..." Harry mumbled under his breath. 

Liam's jaw clenched for a moment, pushing him against the locker's roughly. "Don't you fucking dare get sassy with me like that again you little prick." He snapped.

Harry frowned, "You don't know what God likes in people." He mumbled. 

"The bible says other wise." Liam gritted. 

"And did God write the bible? No. No, he did not. God put us all on this earth and if he hated gays, we wouldn't be here." He said, voice remaining calm. 

Liam rolled his eyes, "That's because all you worthless freaks chose to be gay."

"No, actually we don't choose to be gay or bisexual. If I wanted to be straight, maybe I could, but I wouldn't be attracted to girls. You can't force a person to be gay, so don't force them to be straight." He said softly. 

Liam frowned for a moment before spitting on him, "No. Now stop flaunting your gay ass around." He shoved him roughly and stomped out. 

Harry sighed, wiping the spit off his face with a frown. It really hurt when things like this happened, but he wasn't going to stop being himself just because people can't accept the fact that he liked boys and not girls. He was himself and he'd always be himself whether the Jocks liked it or not.