Larry Stylinson - One Shots (boyxboy)

[22] Enemies

I'm sorry if you've seen some updates. I've been editing my other stories on here and accidentally posted them (they're not online anymore).

Anyways, here's a real update now.

Enjoy.

4000+ words

Harry and Louis have just had a match against each other, a football one. They grinned at each other through the whole ninety minutes, not being able to keep their eyes off each other. Well, and after the game some things might escalate.

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"Well played, mate." Harry looks up to see piercing blue eyes staring at him. He smirks, taking Louis' hand and shaking it.

"Thank you, Lou- Tomlinson." He clears his throat, "You weren't bad yourself." They both smile at each other until someone shouts 'Styles!' over the whole football pitch and they have to go to their own teams.

Harry looks back at Louis and sees him turning around as well, smiling like the sun and winking at Harry. The younger boy blushes a bit and looks down at the grass. When Harry looks up again he sees Louis walking away and he really tries to stop staring at him bum, but how could he ever? It even seems like he's swaying his hips on purpose!

"Oi, Styles. Good game!" One of his team-mates pats his shoulder, as Harry throws his gloves on the floor in the locker room "Thanks, man. But wasn't really easy. Doncasters are good as well."

The curly haired boy strips down his t-shirt slowly on purpose. He wants to be the last one here. "Damn, they aren't good. What did you do with this Tomlinson guy anyways? Took you long to shake hands?" They guy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Just said that he played well. Nothing really. Didn't know it was that long." Harry's heartbeat quickens a bit and he bites his lip.

Shit! They won't find out, will they?, he starts worrying. "Okay, right. But, don't become friends with him. He's, y'know, gay." The man shakes his head, as if being gay was disgusting and Harry furrows his brows.

"What the hell is wrong with that?" He balls his hands to fists because he really has to calm down and he should definitely not punch this asshole who is, by the way, his team-mate.

"Fuck? Are you-" He opens his eyes wide. "No I'm not but my... f-friend is, so don't you dare say something against being gay, alright?" Harry says calmly, but raises his voice, stepping closer to the guy, their noses nearly touching.

He's not lying, really. Louis is his best friend and boyfriend at the same time and Harry is bi himself, so he really doesn't lie.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, mate." The smaller man mumbles and steps back, being clearly embarrassed.

Harry breathes deep in and out to calm down and when he drank something he realizes that nearly no one is in the locker room anymore.

"Bye, Styles!" Someone yells and when Harry looks up, he's left alone in the room. He quickly strips down to his boxers and is about to put his jeans on as he hear a soft, yet rough voice speaking, "Nah-nah. Don't have to put the jeans on, babe."

Harry smiles widely as he turns around and sees the gorgeous man leaning against the door frames. "Lou! Thank god! I thought you wouldn't come anymore." His face glows as he goes over to Louis and puts his hand on either side of his face, stroking his cheeks softly and leaning in.