Invisible chapter 1 part 3

Original story written by Larrys_Girls
~P.E.~
Of course we had to play football, which I was so great at. Not. I was happy if I just got the stupid ball rolling when I tried to kick it. Then, if I for some reason managed to do that, I most likely tripped and fell over afterwards. Mrs. Martin blew her whistle. “Mr. Styles, and Mr. Payne, pick the teams.” I took a deep breath. Well, this is going to turn out well, I would probably be picked first. Pfft, please note the sarcasm. “Malik,” Harry smiled and hit Zayn playfully on the arm.
“Niall,” Liam said. Liam was - just like Zayn - on the football team and one of Harry’s best mates. I must say that he was probably the best outfield player. He was the one who scored the most goals. Niall, on the other hand didn’t play football, but everyone in the class knew he was an amazing player anyway. Every time we played football Liam and the other players would always beg him to start on the school team, but he always declined for some reason. Niall patted me on the back before walking over to Liam. “Ben,” Harry chuckled. 

This went on until half our class had been elected to one of the teams. “Louis,” Liam said, his eyes locked on me. My eyes widened in surprise. What? Had I actually not been picked last? How come? Then it hit me, Liam may be popular, but he had a big heart. He didn’t judge anyone, instead he’d rather lose a game than be considered a bully by picking someone last. I walked over to him. I returned his smile shyly. We started playing, and as expected, I didn’t get the ball. Don’t misunderstand me, I was happy I didn’t. I didn’t want to ruin it for everyone. I just ran and kept staring at the ball as it went from player to player. 

When the period was over, I headed towards the locker room to change back to my clothes. As I was about to open the door someone brushed their shoulder against mine causing me to stumble forward. I didn’t fall over though, which I was happy about. I looked up and saw a mop of curls just inches away from me. Even though the person wasn’t facing me, I could clearly see who it was. “Sorry,” he muttered before picking up his pace and sprinting into the locker room. I froze in my spot. No way… Harry Styles just talked to me. He actually talked to me! Well, it was just a word, but anyway! I felt like I was in heaven. That was the first time he acknowledged me.

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