clingy [zs]

(ch1) fucked and i want ya

lower case intended//

"harry i swear to god if you don't stop being a drama queen i will give you a wedgie." nat growled. 

harry pulled his pink blanket over his head, snuggling deeper, "jokes on you nat i'm not wearing any underwear."

"ew?!" nat squealed, "i don't care at this point i will pull that duvet off you i dont care if you're naked inside." 

"nat what is your problem?" harry peeked his green eyes out of his blanket, "i don't want to go to the game today, everyone hates me." 

nat sat down besides her best friend, rolling her eyes, "they're jealous because you have better legs than those girls could ever wish for, plus you practiced, you're giving up because a bunch of dumb girls think you shouldn't do it?" 

"they told me i don't fit in." his heart hurt when he remembered sofia, the captian of the cheer squad told him, with a fake painted smile that, his arms were too "manly" to fit in with them. 

he knew he was a boy, they kept reminding him that he was but he hated that. he liked being a boy, he just hated being treated like one, if that made sense. he was feminine and although a lot of people didn't mind, some did. and it made harry hate his own body. 

"fuck them! you always look so gorgeous while you're out there cheering for the boys! i am so jealous of your legs harry, you're amazing and you're not gonna let this go!" nat started pulling at the duvet. 

harry whined, "fine!! fine.. get out of my room so i can change." he rolled his eyes but secretly thankful for her. 

nat pressed a kiss on his forehead, "good, i'll be buy the car, hurry up, don't you guys have to rehearse or something?" 

she didn't wait for his response and walked out the door, making harry sigh. 

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the bleachers were packed and sofia was giving harry her stink eye which made him nervous but he wasn't gonna show. he loved the outfit he was wearing, his shorts made his legs look infinitely longer and the gold shirt made his face shine. 

he loved to cheer. 

just as the their team hit another goal, this one by some guy called george, they started doing their routine. 

harry loved the high cheering gave him every time someone scored, he loved standing in front of the bleachers were everyone could watch them be amazing and co ordinated. 

finally the game ended and harry let out a relieved sigh. he knew his team was going to win, they usually won because the captain was so good. 

harry had never really talked to zayn because the guy was always busy and harry wasn't the biggest party goer but he was pretty cute, harry thought. 

he liked everything about his school except- 

"next time we'll put harry at the back, he takes up way more place than necessary." sofia whispered to one of her friends. 

immediately harry's heart dropped to his feet, "coach told me to be in the middle." 

he was not about to let this red head walk all over him. 

sofia's blue eyes looked over at harry's green ones, "aw no offense babe, believe me i don't mind you in the middle, i just think that, you'll blend in the back more normally and not stick out like a sore thumb."