Louis takes a swig of his beer. "You wanna know why we aren't okay?"
"Please do tell me Louis," Harry insists.
"You"-Louis sticks his finger against Harry's chest-"are making a big deal about nothing! We both miss shit, not just me okay? So don't go...
I know I said morning and now it's 11.30am but anyway here's your First Chapter. Enjoy:)
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Louis was sat on the bench with his head hung low between his legs. He still had his football kit on and his boots were starting to cramp up his feet, but he had no intention of taking any of it off. There was fresh sweat dripping from his hair and patches of dirt and grass scattered on his skin.
"Here comes Tomlinson from behind. He dodges one defender...he passes it off to Payne...Payne crosses it back over to Tomlinson. He has a clear shot!"
The headband on Louis's head suddenly was feeling too tight so he yanks it off his head and flings it somewhere across the room. Louis could tell that his teammates were avoiding him. He couldn't blame them though. If he were them, he probably would be doing the same thing.
"Unbelievable! Tomlinson has completely missed the net!"
Louis can still hear the shouts from the crowd and see the disappointment on his teammate's faces as the ball skims past the goal post.
"The goal was wide open! That was supposed to be a game winner. I know the man is going through a divorce, but he really let his team down on this one."
Louis abruptly stands up and punches his locker out of frustration. The sound of skin hitting wood echoes throughout the room, making everyone in the locker room quiet down.
He could feel his fist throbbing and worries that he might have broken his hand. The whispers were silenced and Louis could feel several eyes staring at his back. He makes eye contact with Liam and Niall who are looking at him with full concern but all Louis registers is pity.
Louis grabs his duffel bag and doesn't even bother with changing. Louis swiftly moves around his teammates, who make a path for him. Without saying goodbye, Louis leaves out the door to run away from his problems like he always does.
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It was a rainy day in London and Louis decided that the best way to spend his day was to lay on the couch and watch television; but to be honest, lately Louis's days have been like this no matter what the weather was like.
Louis was laid across his couch with his hand propped on a pillow with an ice pack on top of it. Turns out he didn't break his hand, just bruised it, but it still hurt like hell.
Nothing was good on TV at the moment so, Louis was subjected to watching Sky Sports. As they are switching segments, they showed a replay of Louis's missed shot yesterday making him cringe as he watches the ball go past the goal.
Talking on the screen right now was his least favorite person in the world, Nick Grimshaw, aka Sky Sport's "most charming" journalist.
The first time Nick interviewed him, was also going to be the last. Throughout the whole interview Louis and Nick were bickering and arguing over everything. Half of the footage couldn't even be used because of "explicit language".
