Louis POV/Third person idk
Bright. Bright, white lights are the only things in sight as my eyes slowly open. I hear the fade murmur of a deep voice is the background, but i can't figure out who it would be.
i sit up and figure out there is a wall behind me, i proceeded to lay back against it.
I realized im on a bed, a pretty comfortable one at that.
"fuck"
i sigh and try to figure out where the hell i am.
"Louis?"
A deep voice groans
I gasp and turn around only to see it's Coach
"Holy shit you scared me" I croaked out
"You fucking fainted on the football pitch, you scared me" He randomly started touching my forehead, as if he was checking for my temperature.
"Yeahs, sorry about that" i laughed it off, as if it happens all the time. Cause it does. Most of the food i eat either goes to my sisters or it's from the club. So, it's not the healthiest thing but it gets the job done.
"Wait, Coach. Where the hell am i?"
He doesn't answer me, he just gets up and grabs a water bottle
"Here" He hands me the water bottle and sits on the edge of the bed.
"Styles, where the hell am I?"
OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY
AND I KNOW THIS SUCKS BUT WHATEVER I JUST WANTED SOMETHING
MY NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER IM SO SORRY
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Number 28
FanfictionLouis Tomlinson is the best football player at his school. Always has been, always will be. His 3 years of playing football at his school have been a piece of cake, that is until Coach Styles shows up. will they overcome the obstacles? You say you...
