Chapter 15

**Harry's POV**

The next day, I drove to school as usual. I didn't live that far away, but since I owned a car, I thought; why not use it?

If I'd been allowed to decide, I would've skipped school today, but since my mother still had the control over me, I had no other choice but to go there. I'd never wanted to skip school as much as I wanted to now. I didn't want to face Louis, neither did I want to face Zayn. I didn't want to face anyone.

The feeling I'd got when I saw Louis and Zayn together in the hallway yesterday had been unbearable. How could Louis be together with him? After everything Zayn had done! He would've killed him if I hadn't been there all those times for crying out loud! How could Louis just forget about that?

I at least couldn't. I would never forgive Zayn for what he did to Louis. I'd even had nightmares about Louis getting beat up by Zayn, and let's just say they weren't nice whatsoever.

I didn't want to face Amber either. In case you didn't know, Amber is my girlfriend. By now, I was pretty sure she knew about the kiss. I didn't care if she broke up with me, though, as long as she didn't do it in front of every student at school. She was just like any other girl in our school anyway; a bitch. So, the only reason I actually didn't want to face her was because I was afraid of getting laughed at if she broke up with me.

Louis was right. I wasn't trying to find love. I just went from girl to girl all the time to uphold my reputation. Sure, Louis didn't know that last part, but it was the truth. Neither did he know that I might already be in love. I still wasn't all too comfortable with the thought of loving him though. I may have a tiny crush...

I let out a sigh when I parked my car in an empty parking lot. We kind of had our own spaces, so I always parked my car in the same one.

I hopped out of my car and started making my way towards the building, in the direction of my locker. On my way there, I received some dirty looks from students to whom I decided to glare at. I wasn't exactly in the mood of being nice.

Once I was standing in front of my locker, I heard someone giggle behind me. I turned around just to be face to face with Lucy, the girl I'd snogged yesterday. I sighed heavily, what now? "What do you want, Lucy?" I asked, turning around again to hung my jacket on the hanger in my locker.

"Is that all you have to say right after you've snogged someone?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"It was yesterday, not 'right after'," I muttered.

"Whatever, I just wanted to know what you think, y'know? About you and me?" she smiled flirtatiously.

I raised an eyebrow, observing her. Blonde hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, lots of make-up and kind of curvy waist. Well, she was fit, but nowhere near Louis... Shit, I didn't just say that, okay? "I, uh, don't think so. I should probably go talk to Amber about everything that's happened," I said hurriedly, slamming my locker shut and walking away to go begin searching for my current girlfriend.

I glanced back at Lucy, noticing that her mouth was hanging open. Well, I'd never rejected anyone before, so maybe this was a start? To find real love, I mean? Well, hopefully.

It didn't take long until I found her, standing by her locker with Ashley and their best friend, Leah. I walked over to them and pulled Amber to the side. Ashley shot daggers at me as I did this while Leah just looked annoyed, probably because I just stole her best friend without saying a single word.

"Oh, hi, Harry," she smiled, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

I rolled my eyes. Guess she either hadn't found out about the kiss yet or she just didn't care about it. "Eh, hi, Amber."

She leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, but I just stood there without moving my lips against hers whatsoever. She pulled away after a while and looked at me suspiciously. "What's the matter? Why didn't you return the kiss?" she mumbled.

I bit my bottom lip, frowning slightly. "Haven't you heard about me and Lucy? We kissed yesterday," I said, not bothering to answer the other question.

Amber just shrugged. "Yeah, I know. Why?"

I raised my eyebrows. "You don't care?"

"No, why would I? I'm not a jealous bitch, Harry. You can do whatever you like."

I almost choked on my own spit. Almost. What the...? She didn't care? At all? What was wrong with her?! "Oh well, then you probably won't care that I'm breaking up with you either, right?" I smiled, showing off my dimples.

She looked up at me as soon as I'd finished the sentence. "Wait, a-are you b-breaking up with me?" she stuttered, suddenly looking kind of lost.

"Well, I can't have a girlfriend who doesn't get jealous now, can I?" I winked before walking off, leaving her with tears in her eyes.

I knew for a fact that it wasn't real tears though, she was just playing hurt. I could even bet she would have a new boyfriend at the end of the day. I, on the other hand, was for once sure that I wouldn't have a new girlfriend at the end of the day. I was sick and tired of playing these games. I wanted to have a real girlfriend or boyfriend, not someone you would break up with after only a few weeks. And I knew if I kept dating these bitches, I would never get the kind of relationship I wanted.

I made my way back to my locker and rested my forehead against it, suddenly feeling exhausted. Before I knew it, I could hear the sound of giggles again, but this time it was from my right. I turned my head slightly only to see that Louis and Zayn were standing by Louis' locker, acting all lovey dovey.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach just like yesterday, and I felt tears starting to build up in my eyes. I turned around so my back was pressed against the lockers behind me and slid down to the floor. With a sob, I buried my face with my hands pulling on my curls annoyingly.

What was this? Why did I feel this way? It couldn't be because Louis was together with Zayn despite the fact he had beaten him up, so what could it be due to?

Duh, isn't it obvious? You love him!

Zayn?

No, you idiot! Louis of course! You're in love with Louis!

I gulped. Maybe I was...

No maybes, you are!

I looked over at the happy couple and noticed that Louis was now staring at me. He had that longing look in his eyes that I'd seen so many times before, but what did it mean? I looked down at my knees and sighed.

It means that he loves you too!

I shook my head. No, he didn't. He couldn't. I mean, I was a jerk. I'd had different girlfriends every month since I was fifteen, so it must be impossible to be in love with me.

But think about it. Don't you remember that time at his house? He almost kissed you!

I thought about it and realised that he actually had been close to pressing his lips on mine that time. But that didn't mean anything, did it?

Of course it did! What about at the nurse, huh? He asked you if you would be afraid of getting laughed at if you kissed an outcast. He didn't deny that he had been about to kiss you, now did he?

My eyes widened. The voice was right. Louis hadn't denied it. If anything, he had confirmed it.

Exactly. Do you believe me now?

I shook my head. Just because he wanted to kiss me, it didn't mean he loved me. I'd wanted him to kiss me and I didn't love him...

But you do! Urgh, you're so stubborn!

"Shut up!"

I looked up and noticed I'd shouted that out loud. Shit, that wasn't my intention. Everyone was now staring at me with wide eyes, and I could how the tears ran down my cheeks. Before I knew it, I had got up and started running away. I ran and ran without knowing where I was heading.

Five minutes later though, I found myself in the locker room at the football field. I stripped down to my boxers only to put on my football gear. Once finished, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, noticing that my eyes were bloodshot and that my curls were a mess, but I couldn't care less about that.

I left the locker room again and grabbed a football on my way out to the field. As soon as I had kicked the ball in one of the goals, I could feel myself starting to relax. Nothing made me more relaxed than playing football.

I thought back to the last game we had played. I'd literally sucked. No one had said a word to me afterwards though, but they didn't have to. I already knew all too well that I had played like shit, I mean, I hadn't let anyone score on me in a year before that, so what had happened? Deep down, I knew exactly what. I'd been looking for a certain boy in the audience. I also knew who that certain boy was.

Louis.

We'd had our first 'fight' that day, or well, I'd made my first mistake around him that day. He always used to watch me play football, no matter if it was only a practice or a game.

It had all started when I was fifteen. I had no idea back then who the boy always sitting on the bleachers was, since I couldn't see his face from afar, but for some reason he made me want to prove that I was good at football. You could say he helped me find the motivation to play well.

When I had spotted him sitting on that bar stool at the party I had instantly recognized him, even if I hadn't seen his face from the field before. It was the boy from the bleachers, the boy I had started needing to be there to be able to play. What I found strange though, was how I had never acknowledged him before. I mean, he'd always been at school, walking by me in the hallways day in and day out.

However, that day I couldn't find Louis anywhere in the audience, no matter how hard I tried. I could remember how my heart had dropped to my stomach in guilt, knowing I was probably the reason he wasn't there. I tried to focus on the game ahead of me, I really did, but knowing Louis wasn't there for the first time in three years made it impossible for me to do so. The boy that was my motivation to perform wasn't there to give me the positive vibes he had.

That was why the opposing team had scored not once, but twice on me. It was horrible. Luckily, I had decided to look up one last time in case he might just be a little late (not that I thought so, but oh well) because there he was with his blonde friend next to him, watching the game. With a wide smile on my lips, I had gone back to normal after that.

So, without Louis I basically couldn't play football, huh? I guess that was true.

I had never told him that he meant so much to me when it came to football. I didn't even know why he always came to watch us play, I mean, not to be rude or anything, but he couldn't touch a football without falling over. Believe me, I've seen it, so it couldn't be because he liked playing football in general at least.

Okay, back to why I hadn't told him he was important to me when it came to football. Well, I had never felt like it was necessary. What if he would stop appearing for some strange reason? I was sure I couldn't handle that, so why even tell him in the first place if there was a possibility he wouldn't be there anymore?

After a while of thinking, I jogged over to the goal and started playing with the ball. After having done a few tricks, I sat down with my back leaned against one of the goalposts. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my hands.

This was so stupid. Why was I even here? I should be in school and go to my lessons, not be here and play football.

An image of Louis and Zayn giggling together in the hallway interrupted my thoughts. Right, that was the reason I was here.

Why do you have to be so stubborn?

I sighed. Not you again...

What's so wrong about me?

You're annoying, okay?

Fine, but answer my question, will you?

What do you mean stubborn? I'm not.

Yes, you are. You won't accept the fact that you're in love with Louis, and that he's in love with you!

And that's just because neither of us is!

What the hell was I doing? I had a mental fight with a voice in my head? Wow, not weird at all...

Look, you are stubborn.

Just... just, go away, okay?

No, not until you admit that you're in love with Louis.

I sighed, thinking about it once again. When he'd leaned in to kiss me, I hadn't wanted to pull away, I'd actually wanted him to kiss me, I loved being around him, and it felt as though I could trust him with everything, as though I could spill my whole life to him and he would understand whatever I told him and he wouldn't tell anyone about it.

And then there were his gorgeous blue eyes that could make my day by just looking into my green ones, his feathery hair that I just wanted to run my fingers through, and his glasses that just fit so perfectly on him.

Maybe I was in love with him, after all?

That's what I've been trying to tell you the whole time...

"Could you for once just shut the fuck up?!"

"H-Harry?" a voice said from afar.

I looked up to see who it was, and the sight in front of me caused me to choke on my own spit, and yes, this time I actually did.

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