They say opposites attract.

Chapter 33

They all headed to the bar together everyone was chatting and Harry was sort of just, there. When they arrived at the bar there were a lot of people there- from all the different teams. Harry sighed, he wasn't socially awkward or anything but he just wasn't as out going as Louis. Also, looking around he could tell he was going to get bored. There were two pool tables and just tables. There was literally nothing to do. Harry didn't even play pool.

"Who's up for 2 v 2?" Nathan asked the group, looking curiously at the boys.

Harry stayed silent and tried to avoid eye contact because he didn't really want to look like more of a loser than he already was. Louis, Stan and Josh ended up saying they wanted to play. All walking up to grab the stick that they play with- Harry didn't know what it was called and frankly he didn't care.

They lined up the balls and started playing. Harry didn't really care what was happening he was just admiring the way Louis' muscles tightened when he was aiming for a shot. It was hot as fuck and the only thing Harry wanted to do was fuck Louis against the pool table- or get fucked against it. Both were viable options.

Harry looked around at the people in the room and observed. He always liked being aware of his surroundings. He couldn't deny there were a couple of cute boys in the other teams, a lot of them extremely fit but he wasn't really checking anyone out except for Louis- Louis had the biggest ass out of all of them anyway. The rest of the team were talking about tomorrow and things they've heard about the other teams and how they play. Of course they didn't know much cause these were teams from schools in many different countries so it was all sort of waffled talk.

Harry decided to pull his phone out and take a picture of the boys playing pool. He made sure Louis looked his best cause that was all he cared about. He didn't have his camera and to be honest he didn't really need it.

He felt like this was going to be such an awkward trip and he wasn't really ready for it.

"What do you think Harry." He was snapped out of his negative thoughts when he realised all of the people that weren't playing pool were now focused on him.

Dylan who had asked the question had now arched his eyebrow in curiosity at Harry.

"Think of what.." Harry trailed off, adding a little laugh at the end to imply that he was a bit confused and making the fact that he wasn't paying attention a bit less awkward than it was.

"What place do you think we'll get in this tournament?" He asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

How the fuck was Harry supposed to know. He never even watched them play let alone have watched any of the other teams. He appreciated the inclusive gesture but he didn't like it.

"I don't really know to be honest, I hope you guys do well but I won't call a position cause I don't wanna jinx it." Harry smiled, proud of his reply.

"Well, I think we're gonna win." Dylan said, smiling bashfully.

"Yeah!" A couple of guys cheered, excitement prevalent on all their faces.

Well, if they lose thinking back to this conversation will be awkward.

He looked at Dylan for a second. He liked Dylan, he had worked with him a few times in classes. He was a nice guy. Harry guessed he tried to include Harry because he liked him. They weren't close friends or anything but they always treated each other quite well.

Harry looked around the team and his nerves cooled down a bit, looking around he noticed that there weren't a lot of people that he disliked. Many of the guys were actually really chill and not dickheads. Some of them he didn't quite know to be honest but they seemed calm.