Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 23

I can hardly concentrate when Harry is watching me play—at least not during the first half. He meets me on the sideline during halftime, but I pull him with me under the bleachers where it's less loud.

"I suck when you're watching me."

He reaches up to push my headband into place despite my soaking wet hair. "I can tell."

"Piss off." I take a sip of my water. "I don't wanna be benched."

"I'll leave if you need me to."

"No," I say, tugging on his hoodie. "I know it's raining, but I want you here."

"I'd get wet for you anytime."

I let a laugh escape me. "Fuck off."

"If you head out there and score," he begins, pulling me closer by my waist, "then I'll suck you off at the party."

I raise an eyebrow, relaxing against his body. "Really?"

"Is that enough motivation?"

"It might be."

"That's what I thought."

"I should get back out there. I sort of bailed on my own ass-kicking."

He chuckles. "I'll meet you after, then?"

"Absolutely."

He gives me a slap in the ass when I turn around, making me grin as I run back to the field. I expect to get my ass kicked, but I'm simply told to do better before I'm send off again. And due to Harry's promise, I lead us to a safe win, earning myself some well deserved cheers—not that I'm being cocky or anything.

Harry meets me on the field, but I'm already on Liam's shoulders, so he takes ahold of my ankles and looks up at me. "I'm so proud of you."

I grin and let him take ahold of my waist before he practically lifts me off Liam's shoulders and sets me down. I hold onto his biceps, pushing myself away from his body when we get too close. "I deserve to be praised, now don't I, curly?"

"Definitely," he says, looking me up and down. "I'm gonna praise you so good."

I blush furiously. "Harry."

He smirks. "Are we leaving anytime soon?"

"Liam is driving with Zayn, so we just need to wait for Niall." 

"Right," he says, reaching out to tug on my jersey. "Are you gonna drink tonight? Because I don't want you to talk nonsense while I'm doing things to you."

"I will keep it to a minimum—at least until after."

"I'd appreciate that."

"I expect you to take me home. I sleep better when you're next to me."

"I know."

I smile, resisting the urge to fall into his arms. "Let's find Niall." 

"He's right there."

I turn around, quickly picking him out of the crowd. He's as ready to leave as we are, so we get our stuff in the locker room before we head towards Liam's house. I still don't understand how he has the privilege to throw the after-party every time, but I'm not complaining.

I take a shower first, then pass it on to Niall who passes it on to Liam and Zayn—better save water by sharing, I guess. I should absolutely have brought Harry with me, too, but that would've been slightly suspicious.

"I had sex with Lily," Niall says, making me drop the cups I was holding. "It's not that surprising, Louis."

"I know, you just said it out of nowhere." I pick up the cups, then place them on the counter. "How was it?"