2 YEARS AGO

•~Chapter 12~•

(LOUIS)

If sleeping in the same bed as my ex ( who pretends we dont know each other, even though we share deep, dark secrets) isn't enough, then being woken up in the middle of the night by loud moaning and skin slapping against skin sure is something. It took me long enough to figure out what was happening. At first i thought someone was crying, then i realised the black stripe had a girl in his bed. A very vocal girl who apparently couldn't keep her pleassure to herself.

How could he even be doing this on the night before a game? Seriously.

"What the hell?" I whispered, now fully aware of the noises.

"How deep do you fucking sleep? They've been pounding each other for half an hour now." I guess Harry had been painfully woken up too.

"And you're just lying there," i replied, "we have a game tomorrow you know," i said the last part quite loudly so the two love birds could take  a hint.

They didn't.

It went on and on and by this point i was too angry to even speak. Gosh, how are they actually still breathing right now?

Harry finally lost his chill and threw a pillow over his head, groaning into it.

"I cant fucking take this anymore! He's probably just doing this so that we're walking zombies during game time," he sighed.

"You're not even playing tomorrow. You're a sub," i mumbled while pushing my hair to the side.

"That's beside the point. I should be dreaming right now. Instead i have to listen to this shit."

"Get yourself off to it. Im sure you'll sleep just fine after that," i joked. I didn't want to having being in the same position as Harry and i definately needed my sleep if i was going to play centre forward tomorrow. But hearing him grouch like that was funny.

"Fuck you."

At some point in the night, when the black stripe decided to give it a rest and the girl finally shut her mouth, a light sleep took over me. Harry had fallen asleep long before with a pillow over his head and his legs curled up. Hopefully the hour we had left before warm up started would be enough. If i messed my first game up, it'd be the end of me and it would definately put  a strain on my scolarship, then a certain black stripe would find his head down a drain.

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The alarm goes off at exactly five in the morning and my brain is spinning. All i want to do is go back to sleep but i cant do that. Especially because im playing centre forward in the game that starts at nine. That's a pretty important position and i know everyone will be expecting me to be at my best and score a few goals.

Atleast three good hours of sleep were lost last night (for reasons that are too PG, even for me), not to mention the fact that i was out with the team until about eleven. There's no way my head would be in the game, not with how exhausted i feel right now.

Since my back was towards Harry, i couldn't see him get out bed but i definately felt the blanket shuffling and his weight lifting off of the mattress.

I sighed, knowing i'd have to follow suit and get out as well. I turned around, grabbing at the blankets to get them off me. Looking around, i noticed Harry and i were the only ones left in the room. I thanked the heavens that i didn't have to see any naked bodies this morning, but then my eyes shot to Harry, who only had his briefs on. Gosh, he still does that, even when there's other people in the bed!