Hate That I Love You

Chapter 11

"And please be careful," Harry smiled, his hands resting on Xander's chest and his hips wrapped in his boyfriend's arms as they both stood on the edge of the soccer field. "You don't want to propose to me with a broken leg."

Xander smiled. "Don't worry," he shrugged. "I'll be fine, and when I win I'll give you the game, okay?"

Harry put his lips to the boy's ear. "I'm just saying you'll win, you'll get the special prize from me" he whispered making him shiver.

Xander tightened his grip on his hips but, as soon as he opened his mouth to respond, a ball hit his head, making him swear.

"SORRY! "exclaimed a very familiar voice.

Harry narrowed his eyes and turned his head, watching Louis run towards them with an irritating smile on his face. "Well, you too, shouldn't flirt here on the pitch!" the boy protested, kicking the ball that was at their feet.

"We weren't flirting, Tomlinson," Harry snarled. "I was just wishing my boyfriend good luck and reminding him that I cheer for him."

"What a traitor Styles!" Louis exclaimed provocatively. "You should be cheering for me, I represent who you are, do you know?"

"Apparently, his love for me outweighs his love for his job," Xander teases.

Louis burst out laughing. "Love towards you, huh?"

Harry stared at him with hatred. "Do you have anything else to say, Tomlinson?" he asked him. "Or do you necessarily want to annoy me?"

"Yeah, just one last thing," he snapped, starting to just run backwards. "Remember that every goal I score tonight, I'll dedicate to you, honey," he concluded, before turning and running towards his teammates to finish warming up. Harry stood petrified, opening his mouth wide and blushing furiously.

"I'll break that idiot's legs tonight," muttered Xander.

Harry just shook his head, turning his attention back to his boyfriend. "Xay, forget it. He's just annoying."

"No, it's disrespectful!" he exclaimed. "Well, honey, our relationship isn't exactly perfect, okay, but he was a real way to challenge me! He did it on purpose!"

"The only goals that will interest me tonight will be the ones you score," he reassured him. "And now go warm up, I don't want you to tear something," he smiled, giving him a little pat on the ass.

"Yes, sir," he nodded, before leaving him a quick kiss on the lips and running towards his teammates.

Harry took a deep breath, looking here and there for Louis on the field and, after just a few seconds, he found him almost in front of him staring back at him.

Louis winked with his eyebrows and smiled provocatively.

Harry shook his head, rolling his eyes and mimicked an "Idiot" with his lips.

The other laughed. Then "For you," he mimed. A few seconds later, he turned and doubled over to stretch his legs, showing him the shape of his perfect, full ass to the fullest. Harry laughed in amusement and continued to shake his head.

Louis, looking at him from under his legs, on the contrary, smiled back at him. Harry stared at him for the last time, knowing he had the honour of being able to sink into that great wonder, then, finally, he turned and headed for the stands.