author-gaylinson *if you want it taken down them tell me*
source- ao3
pairings- louis tomlinson/harry styles
words- 1404
summary-When soccer players Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are left alone on the field after the victory of Louis' winning game, he decides to celebrate differently.
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With a swift move, the soccer ball has been kicked straight into the net. The game has ended with the final score 4-3. They have won. Within seconds, Louis was crowded by his team mates, and soon being lifted up. He has scored the winning goal, and if he said he wasn't surprised, he would be lying. His eyes crinkled as his lips curved upwards into a smile. His name cheered repeatedly by the team and crowd was all that was heard, and he couldn't be happier, or so he thought.
As soon as his team mates have dropped the sweaty boy and the coach has congratulated him for the winning score. The team, with the exception of Louis, have all scattered into the change rooms, still in shock with their victory. Louis, in the other hand, has remained on the field, as his eyes trailed to spot a boy from the opposite team slumped on the ground. Louis felt a slight pang of guilt in his chest, before making his way to the boy.
"Good game," Louis attempted a small smile, sticking out his hand for the curled hair one to take. The boy looked up to lock his gaze with the older boy. He firmly shook his hand, and nodding weakly.
"Same goes for you. You were quite amazing out there," the boy sighed. Louis smiled, sitting himself down beside the boy.
"My name's Louis," He introduced.
"I know," the younger one remarked.
Louis chuckled. "Now, what happens to be your name?"
The other boy, ignored him, and began to pick grass from the ground. Louis sighed, poking the boys arm. "Listen love, I'm trying to be friendly here. Please?" he inquired.
"Harry. I'm sorry," Harry sighed, feeling slightly guilty with his rude attitude with Louis. Louis smiled, setting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "For what?"
"For being a dick. I'm just sort of bummed that we lost the game. It's hard competing against someone like you," Harry sighed again, taking his eyes from the grass and looking at Louis. No doubt he was quite good looking. His sweaty hair was brushed to the side, whilst his eyes were as blue as the sea. Harry felt a blush creep onto his cheeks, turning his gaze away from the boy seated beside him.
"It's quite alright there Harold. You weren't so bad yourself," Louis grinned. It just takes practice. Here-"
Louis bounced to his feet, lending a hand for Harry to grab onto. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but followed Louis' orders. They walked to the center of the field, as Louis grabbed a soccer ball and passed it to Harry.
"Even if you're quite advanced at soccer, you still need to practice on simple beginner warm-ups. Lets start by a dribbling drill, then try shooting on me," Louis instructed. Harry nodded as Louis jogged up to the net. "Go!" he called from the opposite side of the field, whilst Harry began to dribble the ball. He began slowly, though his speed began to pick up gradually and soon, he was doing a great job with keeping the ball in his control. When it came to kicking, Harry has kicked the ball, though it wasn't aimed well at the net. He groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. Louis ran to the ball, kicking it back at Harry.
"Practice makes perfect. Try again Harry!" He smiled at the boy, knowing he could do it. Harry bit his lip, redoing the drill. Multiple of attempts have been made, but this last one has been a success. Harry approached the net, kicking the ball swiftly right in-between Louis' legs. Louis cheered loudly for Harry, running up to him in joy.
