Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

It's Easy Being With You, Sacred Simplicity

Written by:NiallsMafia

Summary:"Woah, sorry, mate. Seems like that keeps happening, huh?" Louis teases as he continues to slowly walk backwards.

"No problem, maybe pay attention next time. Things like this never happened at Manchester City, you know." Harry's grin is bright and humorous, his green eyes glinting.

"Probably because no one there is motivated enough to actually run somewhere. Or practice at all, really."

"You've got a big mouth, Tomlinson.

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Louis is on his way to the season kick-off party and he cannot be more excited. Ever since he was signed to play for Manchester United he's been on an all time high. The break between seasons was short, but Louis still felt useless when he wasn't playing football.

He'd only been on the team for a year and it already felt like a new home. His teammates are great for the most part - there are still a few players that aren't too keen on his sexuality but that's none of their business anyway - and the members of the staff are brilliant.

Louis had grown especially close to one of the physical trainers, James, who had helped him stay fit throughout the season. James is very friendly, very attractive and also very married.

It had always been a dream of his to play on the team and he still can't fathom it. The feel of the turf beneath his feet and the sound of the crowd cheering as he ran up and down the pitch is unbelievable. Not to mention his best mates are on the team, well, Zayn isn't on the team but he shows up to every match. He claims he's the team's "biggest fan" but Louis knows he is really just Niall's biggest fan.

So when he spots the three of them up against the wall at the far side of the room, chatting with a couple of people Louis doesn't know, he idles up to the group and stands next to Liam.

"Louis! Hey! Glad you could come," Liam pulls him into a tight hug that he was only half-expecting. "This is the new physiotherapist, Harry. Watch out though, you'll never guess where he came from."

(The old physiotherapist was fired the previous season for being a complete twat and not doing anything, let alone helping any players with injuries. Louis was internally happy that the guy left - especially after he made a snarky comment about Louis' playing skills as well as Niall's. No one talks shit about Niall. No one.)

Louis turns to the person Liam is referring to and finds a man with a blinding grin and dimples. He hadn't really looked at him when he was walking towards them, but he was really starting to regret that. The guy is absolutely adorable.

"Hi mate, I'm Louis. Save me the hassle of trying to guess and tell me where you came from," Louis smiles back at him as he shakes his hand.

"Hi Louis. Well, I didn't think it was that big of an issue but now I'm starting to think I was wrong... I was the physiotherapist at Manchester City for two years - "

Before Harry could finish his sentence, Louis steps back from him and pretends to gag, holding his stomach with his left hand and wiping his right hand on his trousers.

"Oh no, guys, I think we better get away from him. He might have some infectious disease," Louis teases. Niall starts to cackle at Harry's embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

"I didn't know! I didn't - they're crap anyway! I promise I don't support them! It was just a job, honestly." Harry attempts to defend himself, and they all laugh at his expense. Poor kid, Louis thinks.

"It's alright, Harry. As long as you know the truth." Louis played along and patted his back as he began to step away. "I'm going to go get a drink, lads. I'll be back."