Summary---Rating: R?
Warnings: Swearing, Sweet Sex
Summary: "You really wanna suck his cock, don't you, Styles?" Olly smirked, eyes focused on the ball between his ankles as he did some stupid trick with it that Harry couldn't care less about.
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Harry kicked the football down the field, giving his foot one final push and watched the ball fly smack into the net's pole, hearing a snicker come from the goalie.
Harry was too busy to care as he glanced over in a certain blondes direction, watching him talk to his friend with a small smirk, the boy paying no attention to Harry.
"You really wanna suck his cock, don't you, Styles?" Olly smirked, eyes focused on the ball between his ankles as he did some stupid trick with it that Harry couldn't care less about.
"Get off my ass, yeah?" He spit, giving the boy one last look before turning to a hysteric Ed, rolling his eyes. "What's so funny about that?"
"You're such an idiot." Ed sneered, biting his lip some as Olly passed him the ball. "He obviously sees the looks you give him. Just say something."
Harry frowned and shook his head, curls bouncing as he laughed some. "I already did. It didn't work out so well."
Nick laughed from behind Olly, "Oh trust us, we remember." He smirked coyly, wiggling his eyebrows some. "Hey Niall. Wanna go back to my place? Grab a pint?" he mocked, batting his eyelashes, hearing the rest of the team belt out in laughter.
"You're such a cunt." Harry growled, kicking the ball at him playfully. "What was I supposed to do? He's fucking hot."
"Can it." Zayn laughed, kicking the ball back. "I've already had my fair share of you telling us about how bad you wanna stick it in his arse." He groaned, playing with his hair dramatically.
Harry rolled his eyes, "I never said that. I just said I'm willing to bet he's got a great gob," he started, getting cut off by Louis.
"He's got braces, Harry," Louis laughed, wrinkling his nose, "that's cuts in places you really don't want."
Nick chimed in, "Besides, him and that Liam kid are attached at the hip. He probably already bends for him."
Harry made a puking sound, closing his eyes for a moment. "Horrible mental image." He shuddered, making the group bark out.
"He seems like a bit of an Alco." Ed smirked, making a fist and tipping his head back with it, getting a snicker out of everyone.
"He's Irish, Sheeran. I'm sure the man can handle his beer."
Ed shrugged some, still wearing an unsettling grin. "Just pointing it out." He said in a low voice.
"Besides, you guys got to admit, he probably wants me too." Harry said proudly, making Olly snort.
"Aye right! He looks at you like you're a pile of blarney." He laughed, rolling his eyes some.
"Oi! No he doesn't!"
Olly held his hands up in defense, shrugging. "Well bloody hell, Harry! Are you going to sit here and blather on about the kid, or are you actually going to dekko him?"
Harry smirked, kicking the ball to Louis and jogged away, running to the stands and walking up to Niall's booth, watching Liam walk away knowingly.
"Oi, Niall!" Harry called, watching the blonde whip his head around and smile at him.
"Hey, Harry." Niall said softly, biting his lip as he nodded some, waiting for Harry to go on.
"Would you maybe want to hang out? Get a coffee or something?"
