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c. 5

Chapter Five

"Harry!"

I slowed down my pace, turning my head to see a blonde boy running towards me. "What's up?

He smiled ( damn athletic boys, not even a bit tired after all that running ), patting his ripped skinny jeans to get rid of the nonexistent dust. "Zayn said you needed help for lacrosse?"

I offered a smile back, tucking my hands in the pockets of my grey hoodie. "A lot of help, actually. As much as I want to try out now, I really am clueless about the sport."

"Then why choose it?"

"My pride and Louis." I shrugged and he laughed, holding onto my shoulder to practically force me somewhere.

"Let's get to work, then."

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"Harry?"

"Louis, pick me up." I whimpered into my phone, adding a few sobs. "Please. Luke's being a dick."

"What's wrong?" I heard genuine worry from his voice.

"He..."

"He what? Used you? Fed you his dingaling? I fucking swear, I knew that boy was trouble. Speak up! I'm going to fucking massacre him limb from limb-"

"Goddammit, Louis," I barked out my laughter, clutching my stomach, "That threw me off. You're a downright weirdo, aren't you?"

"Fuck's sake- Were you fucking planning to prank me? Jesus, you're walking home."

"Dimwit, you owe me for making you breakfast today."

"So?"

"You sure you don't want to drive the Lambo-"

"Be there in ten."

He didn't miss my laughter before he hung up and I sighed, pocketing my white iPhone 5s. I loved my phone and I'm not changing it for a 6. Bit off topic there. I stood up, being greeted by a confused Luke. "Did it work?" I smiled and patted his back, "A bit. He thought you, uh, backwards of 'dessarah' me or something." The lad pulled back in thought then his eyes widened, seeming a little mortified.

"That's wrong."

I smiled. "Quite."

He shook his head and laughed, both of us heading over to the gears and sticks on the grassy ground. I sighed as we began to fix up, bringing all the sports gear into the shed. "You know, it wouldn't be hard for you to get into the team. Especially since we need new members and all."

"You think I can make it?"

"More than it. I wouldn't be surprised to see you as the co-captain someday." He smiled at me while throwing the last blue bag on the shelves. "You've got skills, Harry. More than you might be aware of."

"Thanks for flattering me, Lucas." I grinned at the younger boy, patting my dusty shorts. Once I stepped outside, I was beyond shocked to see a familiar head of dyed blonde hair in the next field, probably practicing. "Hey, is that Horan?" I asked curiously, pointing to where the lad was strenuously moving. "Huh? Oh- yeah, that's Niall."

"What's he doing here at this hour?" I fired at my friend, still creepily staring at Niall. It was nearly seven in the evening and he seemed like he wasn't tired at all. "He always does this, you see. He practices every night. Even if he's our best player, he still claimed it wasn't good enough and that practice makes perfect. He's our captain, after all."

Even from afar, you could see the way he ran and threw the ball into the goal, sweat visible on his skin. He was topless, his toned stomach facing me as he wiped his sweat off with a white towel.

Damn, he was fit.

"You're gay?" Luke asked out of nowhere and I shot him a confused look before realizing I had been thinking out loud.

"Nah, not at all." I smirked, casually walking over to where the older boy was training. I stopped at the net that was dividing the two practice fields, resting my arms on top of it. He continued to pat his body with the cloth, completely oblivious to my presence.

"I learn something new about you everyday, don't I?" I smiled cheekily, triumphant to see how I made the lad stumble in shock. There was a quick flash of fear in his eyes before they soften, and then harden. "Why are you here?" I shrugged nonchalantly, focusing on the frown he was wearing. "Am I not allowed to enter your jock kingdom, Horan?" I mocked, earning a glare from him.

"I'm kidding. Just hanging out with Lucas for a bit. Besides, I could ask you the same thing."

"I-" he started, pausing for a second, "I just wanted to test my skills. I know I'm good, though."

I moved back a little in a dramatic way, shielding my face away from him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Your ego's blowing up on my face." I joked before shaking my head and going back to my original position. He rolled his eyes at me, trudging to his bag and grabbed a white tank top. He slipped it on and shook his head to shake off the excess sweat in his hair. Goodbye, view. "You're such an odd nerd. Which reminds me, you're not wearing your glasses right now."

I gave him an "Are you kidding?" look, "I'm wearing contacts. Do you expect me to play in glasses, pillock?"

He ignored my insult, "You played?"

"Well, yeah," I replied, sitting on the grassy field, "That's why I'm here."

"You said you were hanging out with Luke."

"He taught me how to play."

"Are you any good?" He sat in front of the net, in front of me.

"He said I was."

He rested his cheek on his palms, "And you're planning to try out?"

"I guess."

"Just a piece of advice; don't get a big attitude, especially in front of coach. He likes players who are down to earth and who know their place. If you remember to be just that, you might actually get in." I laughed and he looked at me funny.

"My best friend and you are enemies, but here I am, talking to you like we're old friends." His eyes narrowed and he stood up. "We're anything but friends, Styles. And I'm still warning you about yesterday. You keep your mouth shut."

I stood up and got ready to leave, but I turned back, blew a fake kiss and winked at him before stalking off, "'Course, darling."

I walked back to where Luke was watching me with curious eyes, but I decided to shake it off. "Is Louis here yet?" He nodded towards the gate. "He's out there. What's the deal with you and Niall?" I smiled. "Dear Luke, nothing's happening between us. Thanks for today. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. See you!"

I ran towards the gate, being greeted with a smiling Louis. "'Bout time, Harold. I might have almost...crashed your car."

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Aaand there it is! The, fifth chapter! I'd like to thank you lot for being supportive because, woosh, 1k reads!!

I hooonestly would love it if you guys spared some insights and comments, whatnot. Come on, I dare ya. ;)

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