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...
So this chapter is like a fill-in hope you'll enjoy! I love this!
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"Tomlinson steals the ball away from Richardson! He dodges one defender! He makes his way up the field! He lines up his kick...GOAL! Number 28 ends the game with a beautiful shot!"
Louis is suddenly tackled to the ground by his teammates, all yelling at him and hyping him up for his game-winning goal. He hears the crowd roar his name and a chant of "Tommo" takes over the stadium.
After Louis digs himself out of the human pile, he is immediately pulled into a group hug with his best mates/teammates, Niall and Liam.
"You did it Lou!" Niall screams in his ear.
Louis let's himself relax into the bone crushing hug. Time felt like it slowed down, just so Louis could savor the moment. He felt the roar of the crowd vibrate through him and the joy from his teammates was infectious. Nothing in the world could top how he felt right now.
After celebrating and messing around on the almost empty field, it was time for the less fun part of his job: the interviews.
There is nothing Louis hates more than post-game interviews. The interviewers always ask the same questions like, "How did you think you did today?" or "What do you need to improve on?" or the most common one, "Do you think you're better than Messi?".
Louis takes a seat in front of all the cameras and microphones. He offers a smile to some of the journalists he has seen plenty times before.
"Hello everyone," Louis greets the room. "As much as I love talking with you lot, I rather be in the locker room celebrating with my team. So let's makes this a quick one."
Louis scans over the crowd full of raised hands and picks on the first one he saw go up.
"Firstly congrats on winning the game Tommo," the reporter opens up. "Now on to my question, can you please address the rumors of you transferring to Manchester United?"
Louis shrugs his shoulders. "There is nothing to address. I'm not going anywhere," he says confidently. "Next question."
A woman in the front stands up. "I know you're gonna hate me for asking this Louis."
"Then don't ask it then," Louis teases, causing the room to laugh. "Just joking love, ask away."
"Today during the match, I think the viewers noticed a bit of tension between you and Richardson. Is there any type of hostility around the two of you?"
Louis shakes his head no right away. "It is all good fun. Richardson and I go way back. He is a great football player."
Truth is he hated Richardson, but the media didn't need to know that. Louis already had a lot of drama with other players, he didn't need anymore.
