Midplay ::: Larry Stylinson ✔

Chapter 33

A/N

I don't have to go to school today cuz I'm sickk sooooo here i am

^^haha yeah i barely wrote anything i just watched this is us and then san siro

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Harry POV

I sit on the bench, my crutches discarded for a large boot. I smile, giving Louis a high five as he runs to the bench. Rain pours down heavily, watering my curls. Louis slides onto the bench beside me, sliding on a rain jacket.

"You're still coming to the tournament, yeah?" Louis asks, grabbing my hand after he has drunk his water. I raise my eyebrows at him, nodding my head. He smiles at me widely, his eyes crinkling up at the sides. I smile back at him, exposing my dimples. Louis laughs, turning his attention back towards the game.

I tilt my head as I look at him, the one that I love. His jawline, his cheekbones, his soft pink lips. He's beautiful. 

He stands up and starts cheering, jumping up and down excitedly. Max had just scored a goal. I smile, clapping my hands together and standing up. I walk out towards the field behind Louis, a large smile placed on top of my face. 

I turn around, seeing a streak of blonde hair dashing towards me. Before I know it, Niall is in my arms, hugging me tightly. I wrap my arms around him, supporting him from falling. 

"We won!" Niall says excitedly, "Yay, yay, yay! Undefeated, mate!" He jumps out of my arms and spins around happily. I nod my head at him, ruffling his hair. He laughs, dashing off to other members of the team. 

"Harry!" Ashe says, walking up to me. I spin my head around towards her as she pushes her way through the crowd, "Where's Niall?"

"I don't know, he went that way," I shrug, pointing towards the crowd which he disappeared into. Ashe smiles, kissing my cheek and running away towards where I pointed.

"Baby," Louis mumbles, hugging me tightly. My arms wrap around him, my chin resting on the top of his head. I kiss his forehead, allowing him to burrow his head into my chest. The crowd eventually thinks, leaving just our team. I sway Louis back and forth, making small conversation with Max.

I open my mouth to respond to Max's question when I am interrupted.  

"Louis," A voice sounds. I frown, and Louis pulls away from me. Liam stands in front of him, an apologetic look in his eyes.

"What the fuck do you want?" Louis scolds, making a show of tugging on the collar of my shirt to show the love bites that he gave me. Liam looks at my neck, swallowing and nodding his head.

"Mate, I just-"

"Don't call me that."

"Louis, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."

"How do I know that you are?"

"Because I just said it."

"I also said that I was straight. That obviously wasn't true," Louis comments, smirking when I snicker from beside him. Liam's jaw is hanging open slightly as he glances between the two of us.

"Louis, I'm really sorry."

"I don't fucking care. You're probably just mad that you can't run off and fuck your little boyfriend whenever you please."

"That's not all Zayn and I do, Louis."

"Did."

"Louis, how about you just calm down a bit and hear what he has to say?" I suggest, hugging him from behind and kissing his neck.