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.


5. Payne 04.


"Oh my god it's Harry!"

I ignored the squealing girls, and the way they looked at me like I was food.

Like, What the fuck?!?

If I wanted someone to look at me like that, it would be Carter.

"Alright everyone! Before we get started, I thought it would be great for us to get to know each other!" Mrs. Ray grinned.

"Hey Dumb arses. Get your damn selves over here." Coach shouted.

"One day will you burn in hell old man." Louis frowned.

I laughed but stopped when I heard a giggle.

I gasped when I noticed Carter giggling at us.

"Your coach is an arse." She laughed.

I blushed while Louis nodded.

"Right?!?" He groaned.

"Tomlinson! Are you waiting for an invitation?!?" Coach shouted.

"Harry, get that dumbass here."

"One day......." Louis whispered.

Carter laughed before walking towards coach, and Mrs. Ray.

I could still feel the redness painted on my cheeks.

Louis and I walked towards the group and sat down next to the lads.

"Alright ladies, Art guys, Fucktards, Harry, and that dip-shit Tomlinson kid over there, we will be explaining what you'll be doing." Coach grinned.

Louis growled while Liam and Zayn broke into a fit of laughter.

I looked over at Carter, who was trying hard not to laugh.

I blushed, looking down and playing with the grass.

I felt a nudge, and looked up to see Louis.

"Hey Harry. What if coach wrinkly balls got into an 'Accident'?"

"What the fuck louis?!? Your actually planning on killing him?!?" I laughed.

"I'm just saying. If he 'accidentally' fell down the stairs, I don't think it would bother anyone." Louis grinned.

I pushed his face out of mine and laughed.

"Yo you fucking Dip-shit." Coach glared at Louis.

Louis looked behind him before turning around, and pointing at himself. "Me?"

"No, the air! Yes you fucktard! Stop fucking talking. Your girly ass voice is the most annoying thing I've ever heard. You sound like a DIEING PIG! Dumb ass mother fucker."Coach turned away.

Louis just sat there for a moment, before he raised his hand.

"What the fuck do you want now Dip-Shit?" Coach rolled his eyes.

"Coach, I need to go somewhere for a moment." Louis said calmly.

"Then go. Skinny arse mother fucker." He muttered.

I watched Louis stand up, grab the football and make his way towards the field.

Everyone watched him set the ball on the ground and stared ahead.

And all of a sudden he snapped and kicked the ball with so much force, I watched the ball come towards us in a fast pace.

Almost instantly I was up, and watching the ball.

I ran up kicking it back to him while laughing as it hit his abdomen.

I quickly ran up to notice just how pissed off he was.

"That son of a bitch. I swear if I hear one more fucking insult, from that man, I'm gonna push that old hag down the stairs."

"Hey. You know what to take your anger out on?" I asked him softly.

His blue eyes snapped up to meet mine as we stared at each other.

He nodded.

"Shall we always take our anger out, on a good, fair game of football." He muttered.

I grinned. "So show me what that means." I smiled wide.

And almost instantly I stole the ball from him, and started laughing at his annoyed expression.

I looked over to the art class, and the foot ball team, and noticed Carter glancing between Louis and I.

When her eyes met mine, she smiled.

I felt the warmness of my blush burning my cheeks.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my eyes scanning everything except her.

All of a sudden, with my unfocused brain, I tripped over the ball and fell.

Louis almost instantly stopped, and helped me up.

"Woah, what happened?" He questioned surprised.

"I-I-" I stammered out.

I could feel my heart pounding in my ribcage. 

I felt like at any moment, my heart will explode.


Why is it, that everytime I tried to get over her, She would never leave?

She'd always be in the back of my mind, smiling, laughing.

Louis looked at me worriedly while I just gave him a neutral look.

I walked back towards the group, still confused on how to get over this crush.

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