worth so much more - l.s

Chp. 3

"What the hell?! What are you guys doing here?!" Harry heard an unknown voice screech, as he made his way down the alleyways towards the Quidditch pitch.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and peeked around the side of one of the many old pillars that stood on both sides of the path.

At the entrance of the pitch both the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team were stood, in full uniform facing each other.

"This is our day to practice! What are you guys doing here?" Oliver asked, crossing his arms on his chest, making his broom stand against his side.

"Mate we're not stupid! We know how to read our timetables, unlike you apparently!" One of the Slytherin players spat at Oliver.

Harry quickly scanned the Slytherin group, trying to see where Louis was, and found him in the back, looking slightly bored. Harry was almost amused by this. The captains were usually the one that spoke for the rest of the group, but here Louis was, concentrated on picking the loose strings from the hem of his uniform.

As the bickering continued in the background, Harry wondered how Louis managed to look like a god, even by doing something so simple and casual.

Suddenly, Louis' head snapped up, and his eyes met Harry's, for the first time ever. Harry was thankful he wasn't standing too close to the groups, otherwise everyone would have heard his breath audibly hitch in his throat. His eyes widened slightly as Louis' beautiful blue orbs stared at him with, what Harry was pretty sure was, curiosity. Harry's heart stared to quicken and he was pretty sure his hands were probably going to start shaking.

He forced his eyes away from Louis, to avoid the embarrassment of Louis looking at his face for too long. He would definitely notice the blush that Harry was sure was currently taunting his cheeks.

As he looked around he noticed that Louis was not the only who was looking at him. Both teams were looking at him, with expectant faces.

Harry immediately felt very uncomfortable with all the unwanted attention that was, for some reason that was still unknown to him, on him. He cowered slightly into himself and looked at Oliver, who had raised eyebrows.

"S-sorry what?" Harry asked so quietly that he was afraid no one had heard him and that he would have to repeat the sentence.

"You're supposed to cover the team practices right?" Oliver asks. Harry nods in response, not trusting himself to not stutter.

"Which team is supposed to practice today?" One of the Slytherin players asked, rather harshly, which made Harry cave into himself even more, feeling rather intimidated.

"Uhh.... S-Slytherin... I think." He stuttered back while looking downwards to the ground, not feeling accustomed to having multiple eyes on him at once, including Louis'.

Thankfully, one of the Slytherin players brought the attention back to himself by accusing the Gryffindor team of being dumb, which obviously pissed off the Gryffindors, though they didn't do anything about it.

Harry sighed in relief and looked back up to see the Gryffindor team starting to leave, looking defeated, and the Slytherin team mounting their brooks and flying off skillfully into the air.

He gaze fell upon Louis, like it always did, who was also prepping himself to mount his broom. He turned himself to face the pitch and just as he was about to kick off he turned backwards, making his gaze fall on Harry, who's eyes widened as his cheeks blushed immediately, knowing he had been caught staring at Louis with a gawking expression.

Louis smirked at him, and gave him a knowing look, as if to say I know you were staring at me. Harry felt his cheeks grow even hotter, if that were possible. He clutched his notebooks to his chest even tighter and squirmed slightly under Louis' gaze. Before he had time to look away Louis winked at him and turned his head back towards the pitch. He then kicked off the ground and zoomed into the air to meet the rest of his team.

Harry was left breathless, on the ground, staring at the spot Louis had been standing in just a couple second earlier. Louis had actually acknowledged his presence, and not only that, but he had winked at Harry, making Harry more flustered than he thought was possible

Harry shook his head to himself in attempt to bring himself out of the thoughts of being looked at by the sun itself.

As he walked onto the pitch he started making his way up one of the tall stands, which took a while considering they were really high up. Much to his dismay, the thought of Louis' smirk invaded his brain. It was possibly the most attractive thing he had ever seen.

As he reached the top he sat down and attempted to squeeze the whole thing out of his brain as he brought his notebook out.

'Just concentrate on taking notes of their practice Harry...' he lectured to himself as he wrote the words 'Slytherin practice' and underlined them at the top of his page.