Crushin' and a Blushin'

Chapter 20 - a lot of feels in princess park

Harry's POV
We head back to Louis' house but his mum makes us stay outside for a bit because we'll stink up the house and she has guests over. So instead we walk over to a park that's nearby. It's called Princess Park and Louis insists on taking my picture by the sign because I'm a "pretty princess." We sit on a bench that's closest to the entrance so as soon as Jay calls we can book it to the house and take showers.

"I think we had a pretty successful practice today," Louis says breaking the comfortable silence.

"You did have an amazing coach and partner to help you," I wink at him.

He chuckles, "I just wish this amazing coach and partner could play goalie," he fake sighs.

"Hey! Louis you know that's not fair," I whine, "Especially when you kept aiming for my dick."

Louis smirks, "I wasn't aiming, the ball just knows what I want."

I blush and turn away. Louis turns away too but leans his head on my shoulder. This is nice. This feels right. He reaches his hands up and starts playing with my hair. I can see him making a little braid out of the corner of my eye. He's so cute! He probably learned that for his sisters or his sisters taught him. Okay Harry, calm down, you're fonding way too hard right now over a braid.

"I love your hair," Louis says softly.

"I could tell," I chuckle a bit.

I glance over to see he has a small smile on his face. He must feel my gaze on him as his fingers start to fumble around while trying to make another braid. I smile to myself and look away but not fully as I continue to glance over at Louis from time to time.

"Harry," he finally speaks up.

"Yes?"

"Last night you said people only find you scary. What exactly did you mean by that?" he asks cautiously as if he's worried he's over stepping.

"Well I guess I mean that people avoid me. No one really tries to talk to me and all they do is stare and whisper to each other. Sometimes it's just, too much I guess," I explain.

"People are so fucking rude," Louis says now sounding a bit mad, "Isn't your motto literally "Treat People with Kindness?"' he asks to which I nod in response, "They judge you without even knowing you," he shakes his head.

"It's okay Louis, I don't mind it anymore," I say trying to calm him down, "I'm kind of used to it," I mumble.

"How could you not mind? If I were you I would be all like, "Oi shut your fucking mouth pal!"' Louis huffs.

I chuckle a bit. He's really sweet to care this much. The full truth of the matter is that people have avoided me ever since the beginning of secondary school. A rumor went around that I was gay, which at the time I wasn't aware that I am in fact gay - or not straight - so I just thought everyone ignored me because they didn't like who I was. I got bullied pretty bad for that and just kind of became the outcast out of fear. Then I met Niall, who didn't know about the rumor or he at least didn't seem to care, and things got a little bit better. As time went on everyone forgot about it but they still kept their distance. It's all preconceived notions. Whenever anyone does try to talk to me it's always a lot of stuttering and stammering on their part and then abruptly leaving. It's ridiculous really, but things worked out in the end. I've never talked about this with anyone before and I don't know if I'm quite ready.

I cup Louis' cheeks and turn him to face me, "I don't mind because now I have you."

His eyes widen and he blushes profusely, "So cheesy," he looks down in an effort to hide his reaction.