I hate you...but I love you » L.S

I hate you...but I love you.

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"I hate you....but I love you...but I hate you." Louis said, frowning at his mobile screen.

Louis had established that he hated Harry Styles, hated him for ignoring him, hated him because he did everything possible to have him look at him but unless it was an insult he'd never look up at Louis. Hated him because Louis loved him so much, yet he didn't even spare him a look.

They were in their Junior year now, you'd think Louis was over Harry. No he wasn't, he was somehow in love with him.

When he was freshmen he decided to stop, start dating people, do something.

But then that Harry had to go and not stick up for himself so Louis had to go beat up people instead of going on the dates he promised his 'dates' .

So he gave up on the fact.

He dedicated his life on solely protecting Harry from all the evils in this school. Zayn thought he was crazy, whipped, but never tried to stop him.

Louis was in his locker room, he had joined the foot ball team and he had this match today, he was looking at the only Harry picture he had. He'd sneakily taken it once. He'd swore to Zayn he won't be a creep, but he couldn't help himself.

It was just one picture anyway.

It was Louis "lucky charm" as he liked to call it. If the one who was in the picture hated him well at least his picture didn't.

It was a picture of Harry with his headphones in, looking away towards the window. Louis had taken it when he had finally gotten a phone (it was Zayn who gifted him that on his sixteenth birthday).

There was one more thing that was special today.

Louis had talked Zayn to somehow get Harry to come to the match today.

Zayn and Harry were in for the newspaper shit together, according to Louis, and well Louis had told Zayn to use his charms and get Harry to at least be acquainted with him. Because he could see Harry lonely for only this long.

Surprisingly Harry had agreed to come today.

Louis was going to play his best because Harry was here. He couldn't let him see him as a loser and good-for-nothing player.

With that Louis, after taking a deep breath, walked out of the locker room.

Harry sat on one of the benches as Zayn went to get them something to eat.

Harry caught sight of Derek who sent him a glare. Harry shrugged him off. It wasn't like he liked Derek, he was dick who'd hit him and called him a fag. Well the next day he'd come to school with a bandaged nose and black eye and didn't even dare to look in Harry's direction.

Good he deserved that. Harry thought.

Little did he know Louis had caught a glimpse of Derek insulting him and made sure Derek never did it again.

Harry watched as the players came in, and ate the hot dog Zayn had bought for him.

Harry couldn't help but watch as Louis passed the ball and how good he was at this. He might have been staring at Louis' thighs and bum for a bit longer but it's not like anyone noticed right?

Harry cheered as Louis made the final goal.

Louis looked up, trying to find a mess of brown curls and those green eyes he loved so much.

He couldn't help but smile looking at him.

Maybe Harry liked him a little now.

The next day Louis smiled as Harry came in his direction but the smile dropped as Harry passed without glancing at him.

At lunch Louis sat down next to Zayn and said,

"I love him and yet I just dumped a dish of tapioca on him."

Zayn just shook his head because his friend was crazy.

He did that just to have that guy look at him.

He did so much for the boy who didn't even appreciate it or even glance at him for that matter.

God only knows how many people are out there who love and get love back.

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