home is where the heart is (but god i love the english) {l.s.}

Summary:

"Niall, there is absolutely no bloody way your club shelled out over £400,000 to have Harry Styles ugly mug plastered all over London's bus stops." Louis scowls from the passenger seat as their car flies by yet another bus stop with his sworn enemy's face on it.

"Harry was a proper diva that day too," Niall fondly reminisces of the alpha. "Kept demanding they redo his hair and swatting away any of the players who touched it."

"They could've done his hair six ways to Sunday and he still wouldn't look any more attractive than some bigheaded giraffe type," Louis continues on his tirade, hoping to get his best mate to commiserate with him, but it's becoming increasingly far-fetched, especially since said best mate is also on the same football team as said giraffe.
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or the enemies-to-lovers football au where Harry is the star footie player used to getting his way and Louis is his new manager determined to whip him into shape.