Crush.

love ləv/ noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. He's the captain of the football team, she's the top art student. He secretly loves her, she enjoyed his presence. He'd keep her away from every male, she'd encourage him to find a girlfriend. He'd do anything for her, she'd offer a friend's shoulder. Harry is just a boy trying to finish the year off with him meaning something more than "A Friend" to his crush. Carter's just a girl trying to survive with her family by being on the top of the list. It all comes down to friends at one point, right? But what happens when he wants so much more than she can give? He wants her, and won't stop until she's more than a Crush.

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4. Horan 03.

 

"See you fucktard. No one else is here."

I glared at Louis and his fucking sassy attitude.

"HARRY! How do you even know she's gonna be in the group that's coming?!?"

"Because she's the best." I ignored the hurt feeling of the thought of her not coming.

I looked in the mirror of the boys locker room.

I fixed a curl that was sticking out and straightened out my football uniform.

Do I look okay?

I examined myself before nodding in approval.

Louis watched me with a smile.

"Come on. Everyone's probably waiting for us." He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against. 

I nodded and followed him out the door, and towards the field.

~*~ 

"Alright. Looks like everyone's here. The art class should be here soon." Coach grinned.

I waited until a woman came strolling with a group of students behind her.

My heart thumped in my chest, the only thing blocking it from ripping through my skin, was my ribcage.

"Hello there coach Lawson." The woman smiled.

"hello Mrs. Ray."

I ignored the two and scanned the group for Carter.

My heart dropped when I didn't see her.

Are you kidding me?

My smile dropped, and I gave everyone a expressionless look.

"COME ON CARTER!"

I froze.

I looked towards the door, noticing two figures.

"Come on slow poke!" An angelic laugh met my ears.

I just then noticed Carter and some girl racing towards us, with art supplies in there hands.

Mrs. Ray put a hand on her hip and gave the two of them a fake disappointed look.

"Girls. Must you always do things so strangely?" She questioned with a smile.

"Sorry." The girl laughed.

Carter grinned, and I almost died at how cute she looked.

"Well. Shannon owes me a hot chocolate from Starbucks." Carter laughed adorably.

"Hey! It's unfair that your the track and field master!" The girl-Shannon whinned.

"Girls..... You forgot the tables." Mrs. Ray laughed.

Carter's smile dropped, and she face palmed.

"Sorry!!! I'll get them." She ran back towards the entrance to grab the tables.

Mrs. Ray looked at all of us questionably.

"You guys really think she can get those tables by herself?" Mrs. Ray laughed.

A couple of people from the Art class went to go help, including Shannon.

Louis suddenly kicked the ball all the way across the field and I glared at him.

"WTF Tomo?" I laughed.

"Come on Styles. Lets see you beat this guy!" Louis smirked indicating to himself.

Almost instantly, I stole the ball from him, and he gasped.

"Who's the Fucktard now?" I laughed.

"Still you." Louis grinned chasing after me.

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