Harry P.O.V.
“Come on, Niall, I don’t have time to go to a football game tonight. It’s Friday, that’s the day I try and update stories.” I try and protest in every way I can, but he won’t budge.
“You need to get out of the house, Harry. It’s not good for you to be cooped up in here. Get yourself a girl.” My blonde, Irish friend tells me. Why he’s going to London University, don’t ask me.
“Or a boy, don’t forget.” Aislyn, Niall’s girlfriend, mutters to him. Bless her.
“You’ll never meet someone if you stay in here every night, is my point. Just come out for tonight, please?” I sighed, shaking my head.
“Fine. What’s the weather like outside?” I jumped down from my bunk, looking through my clothes.
“Chilly, like always.”
I began rummaging through clothes, finally pulling on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a sweater, pulling my hair in a bun. I look good enough for a football game. I’ll go, and come right back here when it’s over. I followed Niall and Aislyn out of the dorm, quietly muttering a goodbye to my laptop, telling it I’ll be back soon, I hope. I didn’t say anything the walk to the stadium, just followed, keeping my head down. I heard my name being called once we sat down in the stands, and I looked up, seeing Zayn walking up to me. I smiled gently, shoving my hands in my sleeves. It was chilly outside.
“Hey, Harry. You’re finally out of your room.” He said, his words causing small puffs in the air, for once not being caused by cigarettes.
“I am. Niall dragged me out here, saying I’ll meet my dream spouse.” I said softly, clearing my throat afterwards. “I’m not one for football, I’m just here for the fun of it.”
“You have to get out more, Styles, or you’ll never meet your future lover. Not everything is good and holy about staying up on the computer for hours on end.” I shook my head, watching the game.
“It’s a lot better than reality, that’s for sure.”
After that, he left, saying he had to go talk to Louis, whoever that is. I left Niall and Aislyn alone, since they were busy sucking each other’s faces off. I stood up and began making my way down the stairs, to the ground. Oh sweet, sweet ground, how I’ve missed you. I sighed and began walking to the restrooms, waiting behind a few people, and one of our players. I began to try to spark up a conversation, but I dropped my phone.
“Oops!” I said, bending down and picking my phone up, which caused me to bump into the player, which caused him to laugh.
“Hi.”
I stood there in an awkward position; all you have to do is say something to start the conversation.
“So, this team is pretty good, huh?” I started, and he turned around to reveal the shiniest of blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah, they’re kicking our asses. Kind of embarrassing, seeing as cute boys such as you are watching.” I felt myself blush, and my fingers went to play with the hem of my sleeve.
“Oh, um, thank you.” I squeaked out. Squeaking? Wow.
“What’s your name, pretty boy?”
“Harry. Yours?”
“Louis. Well, Harry, I’ll see you around.” He winked before walking off, into a stall.
I barely know his name, and I’m already getting butterflies. I need to know more about this boy, surely Zayn or Niall know something about him. I left the bathrooms, searching Zayn out of the crowd, which wasn’t very hard.
“Zayn, do you know anything about a boy named Louis? He’s on the football field.” I said quickly, and Zayn’s face went into one of shock.
“He’s one of my friends. Why?” My eyes widened.
“I met him in the bathroom, and he turned on his charm, and called me pretty boy, and holy shit Zayn I think I like him.”
