The Soccer boy/Harry's Pov

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I was still on the grass, kind of blacked out. I still had the pain in my stomach.
Then a sort of mid-height boy aproached me with brown hair and and a few tattoos visible. I was suprised he was there as the place was empty after I got beaten up. 
"My name's Louis!" He exclaimed. He had a strong british accent, wich I found adorable!!!!!
"The names Harry." I said as my voice trembled a bit. I had a few tears in my eyes after crying before, I hoped Louis wouldn't notice. I didn't want him to think I was acting like a baby.
"Where is everyone?" I asked Louis.
"Ever-yee one went home bout a half hour yee go, mate. I was just practising some football, I saw ye fight, ey." Louis said.
I cringed, he probably thought I was a massive crybaby and nerd!
"How bout you come to my place?" He asked me. At that very moment my heart skipped a few beats and felt a fluttery feeling in my stomach. I felt nervous yet safe and free, what was this feeling? Is this love? I've never felt like this before! I think I love Louis!
"Really?" I asked as my voice cracked a bit. He nodded. Louis helped me up then we walked away, holding hands.......

Writers note: I'll be doing this in Louis's perspectiveIt's not to important so if you'd like to skip it you can do soThanks for reading ;)

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Writers note: 
I'll be doing this in Louis's perspective
It's not to important so if you'd like to skip it you can do so
Thanks for reading ;)

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