L: “What are you doing here, really?” H: “I have no fucking idea.” L: “Who’re you going to kiss at midnight then?” H: “Do you want me to kiss you? ... Time’s it?” L: “Eleven fifty-nine.” H: “I don’t want to be alone.” L: “Yeah” H: “Time is it? ... Twelve” L:

"You look like a unicorn." "Fuck you."

"Sorry. Now, what were you saying?"

Niall, being an idiot: "Whatever. I know you dress to the left, man. Chill."

"So, you have a crush on me, huh?" "You will never know, baby."

Niall, being an idiot: "Whatever. I know you dress to the left, man. Chill."

He is going to ruin Harry’s life.

Louis? Still running.

Louis is now doing extra laps purely to avoid showering at the same time as Harry.

Harry is one of the most important people in his life right now. He should have an emoji.

He looks like a fucking frog. 'You look like a fucking frog.'

"Maybe not at six am, but you run all the time."

Homo sapiens doing the do. Homo sapiens homoing. Or something.

"You're driving me home." "What are you waiting for? Chop-chop."

The black Range Rover of doom.

Oops. Hit a nerve.

"Fuck, you're tight"

"Maybe we should teach him a lesson."

Louis wants to take him and do everything to him. He’s so bloody pliant, and he always wants it.

Louis makes a noncommittal grunt.

"I don’t get how you do this every day."

Harry grabs Louis' shoulder, growling in his face.

"Stop laughing."

Nothing has made him feel as much as Harry, no matter what kind of feelings.

"Are you going to shut the fuck up while I fuck you?"

He looks like a fucking frog. 'You look like a fucking frog.'

Louis wants to die.

This cannot happen again. Because it’s gross.

Louis hates how Harry makes him feel small.

Louis shrugs. He has no good excuse.

He clenches his jaw and does whatever Harry orders at practice.

"I was saying, excuse me if I’d like to see the face of the person who’s the first to fuck me."

They are going to kill each other.

"Oh, so you can miss the entire goal again? Like you did the last game?"

He is going to ruin Harry’s life.

Louis doesn’t even sneer at Harry in the hallways. This is serious.

He wonders if Harry felt safe with him. Louis feels safe right now.

Niall. "Are you conditioning your hair?"

"My jersey. Really?"

I love you, but I hate you so much.

Louis slams the locker shut and jumps back in horror when there's a face hiding behind it.

He clenches his jaw and does whatever Harry orders at practice.

Louis hates how Harry makes him feel small.

You called me your boy.

This is what his life has come to.

Louis likes this plan.

"Why don’t you just mind your own fucking business?"

I don’t want to be alone.

He feels unstable, but it’s making him fall into it.

It’s pretty fucking scary how much he means to Louis.