"c'mon, tommo! pick up the pace!"

hershel was in an unusual place, to him at least. he was sitting behind the bleachers outside, watching the football team practice. he didn't care about all the others, only focusing on louis.

you could say hershel is being a bit - , but in his eyes he and louis have already jumped up from barely knowing each other to being best friends. hershel thinks he'd like to bump it up just a little more, lovers seems about right.

hershel stood behind the tall bleachers, biting his plump lips. he was watching louis run back and forth, kicking the ball into goals repeatedly and gracefully. hershel cheered softly, wishing he could be standing with the other popular kids instead of standing behind bleachers, having to hide because of how much of an outcast he is.

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soon, louis' practice was over and he was headed to the locker rooms. he didn't even notice little hershel walking behind him, trying to get his attention.

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hershel sat criss cross on his bed, tears rolling down his rosy cheeks. louis hadn't even noticed he was behind him. sure, hershel admits he's a bit shy and quiet but..surely louis heard him calling his name, right?

little hershel sniffled, whispering to himself.

"i am a ."

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