Louis Tomlinson plays hard. Harry Styles plays dirtier. As star forwards on rival football teams, they've been clashing on the pitch for years-trading insults, cheap shots, and lingering stares no one talks about. Everyone sees the rivalry. No one suspects what happens when the locker room door slams shut. It starts with a fight. It ends with a kiss. And then it spirals into something neither of them can control. With Zayn and Niall watching Harry's every move, and Liam trying to keep Louis out of trouble, the tension off the field might just explode louder than any whistle. Because hate is easy. Desire is dangerous. And falling for the enemy? That's the real penalty.

How come falling in love with the person he hated most was so easy? Who the hell did this guy think he was? How could he stand there on the pavement, gorgeous and beautiful, and make Harry fall back into a swirl of desire, when fifteen minutes ago he made his skin prickle with hurt? God, he hated him. He wanted to bash his face into bits. The problem was that more than that, he wanted to kiss him. Between the two options, he would instantaneously choose the second. A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. • The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view • {{NOT MY STORY- all credits to isthatyoularry on AO3}}