Glazed Over Eyes

Chapter 3

{End of maths + Louis' POV}

"Phew that wasn't all that bad, was it Louis?" Liam nudged me.
"Yeah, well that's easy for you to say, I'm a pile of shit at maths"
"Come on! at least you're not like Niall and the others, don't even think they even pay attention" he playfully rolled his eyes then started leading me into the hallway to my new locker.
"So. This is it. Any questions? Oh and I'll be just across from yours. and by the way, we have PE next so get your kit!"
The passcode was stuck to the locker door. It read:
1 9 9 4
I grabbed my kit and sprinted to catch up with Liam.
"Justttt to the left and we're here!" We then entered the locker room. I was fairly nervous, knowing that no one knew that I was gay yet, so I would have to act straight.

There were another set of lockers in the changing room, so I quickly took replaced my trousers with shorts and stuffed them in my locker.
"Slow down mate! We're quite early" Liam shouted from across the room, causing a vast amount of boys to stare at me. I kinda just stood there awkwardly until a familiar set of eyes met mine. From the distance. Only they were wider and had the expression of shock in them.
Was that harry?
No no no no. It can't be. Why? Why would you do this to me?
His eyes shot to the floor as soon as I made contact with them, making my eyebrows furrow in concern.
Seen as though I was already dressed, I had heaps of spare time. I slowly walked to the nearest bench and played with my fingers. I couldn't get the thought of Harry out of my head. Even if I tried my hardest, I just couldn't.
I took a quick glance toward his direction, not trying to make it obvious.
He was taking his shirt off. Shit.
I found myself frozen and couldn't breathe. (SOMETHINGS GOTTA GIVE NOW, sorry)
And he had the audacity to turn around! What kind of fuckery is this? I mean he's basically begging for it.
My eyes were glued on his cute little abs and two extra nipples?! The fuck?!
Oh well, I suppose everyone has something special. I didn't know it, but, I was slowly leaning forward with my pupils getting humongously large.
I do have to admit, it was a little bit upsetting to see him put his football shirt on. I zoned back in to see him clicking to get my attention.
My face got extremely hot and probably even sweating.
He had a tiny half-smirk upon his face, I know he was amused by it.
I snuggled my face into the inside of my shirt and pulled my legs up to the bench.
I felt footsteps growing from in front of me, making me want to just be invisible.
"Go away" I muttered
"Oh ok...I was just trying to tell you that we're going in" it was Harry's voice.
"NO NO wait! I didn't know it was you! Come back" harry turned around to see my tomato-red face.
He offered his hand to me, so I caught it.
We both started walking to the hall side-by-side.
"You know, I do get that a lot" he turned and faced me.
"Oh shut up" I rolled my eyes and smacked him lightly.
"What?! It's true. You're not the only one who does it" what the actual fuck? Show off much.
"Anyway I had no idea you were into football" he clears his throat, trying to change the subject.
"Well I've played throughout my whole childhood, so I'm quite a god at it but I'm not gonna show off" I grinned.
"Fucking show off" Harry playfully hit my shoulder.
That feeling in my stomach is back...SHIT. WAIT. are these butterflies? Oh what did I get myself into?!

{flashback)

"i was fairly nervous, knowing that no one knew that I was gay yet, so I would have to act straight."
Mission accomplished, Louis.

{end of flashback}

(End of PE session + Harry's POV)

"Phew it's hot in there innit?" I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Well yeah, I'm right next to you" Louis smirked. He didn't have a drop of sweat on him, that boy amazed me.
I couldn't get the image of him looking at me when i was changing, I think it was because of my 2 extra nipples, they do always cause the stares so it probably concerned him. It's almost as if I have to do it back? What? I didn't say a thing.

We finally reached the sweaty locker room again and I slumped on the bench where Louis was previously.
After a few minutes of cooling down, i headed towards my PE kit but let out a slight moan as I thought my legs were about to collapse.
My eyes widened...What sound did I just...make?
I hope no one fucking heard that.
I took a peak around the room to see if anyone was looking. Phew. I'm safe.
"Y'alright mate? Sound a little excited" I heard Liam shout all the way from the showers.
THE FUCKING SHOWERS? They're like a mile away.
A chorus of deep, manly voices laughed in sync to his "funny" statement.
But I noticed there was no Louis to be seen. Where could he be?
I quickly got my button-up top on and trousers and chucked my bag over my shoulder.
I speed-walked to the showers...Even though I try to avoid that area just in case I get...ahem...distracted. There he was. Just exiting out of the other doorway.
"Louis! LOU! Why the sudden rush?" I lightly grabbed his shoulder, keep in mind, I was still breathing like a pig.
He skuttled through the massive croud of smelly teenagers, wow. Does he hate me? Was it something I said?

I guess I'll have to find out.