Derek went to practice. He couldn't stop thinking about there was a fucking girl in his room. He kept thinking about these thoughts until a soccer ball hit his head pushing him onto the floor. "Fuck." He groaned. 

Harry ran over helping him up. "You're not paying attention, are you okay? You have to stop getting hit on your head dumbass." He said patting his back laughing. "Maybe you should back go back to your room and rest."

"I can't miss practice-"

"Just go home stupid. You're still recovering from last night. Go." Harry pushed him. Derek smiled at him and started to go up to his room again.