Fireproof

13 - Football - H

Working with Louis was well, interesting. Needless to say, he's really smart and came up with fairly good ideas. In all honesty, I still wanted to befriend him because he seemed like an interesting character. But from whatever I'd observed, he wasn't really the type to mingle with others. I hadn't seen him talking with anyone else at all, except for brief greetings. I did observe him, quite a bit actually. But.

There's always a fucking but.

But, I still wasn't able to understand his indifferent mood swings. So.

It's bullshit. I don't want to care. But I do.

The days that followed were pretty much the same. I did homework mostly, sometimes going out on walks with Liam. Louis and I continued to meet twice every week, since this project was due in less than a month. He acted same most of the time, trying to be harsh and cold but I could see underneath the mask. You don't know who you're dealing with, is what came to my mind everytime he acted rudely. I still put up with him though, because there was something more to this. I almost never saw him laughing or smiling genuinely.

Louis Tomlinson was a beautiful boy with empty eyes and a fake smile.

But, he was slowly softening up. Just a bit. Like he didn't exactly want to bite me every time we met. It was good, it was progress.

We played footie on one Sunday morning (it was Louis' idea) and Niall being Niall had agreed before anyone could even think of a response, and consequently dragged all of us with them.

Only half an hour in, I was already so tired. I kept on falling, or bumping into nearby inanimate objects (like a water pump or a tree). All in all, my co-ordination is entirely fucked. Long-dangly limbs aren't very convenient when you can't really make their proper usage. But, the height factor was definitely a huge advantage. I like being tall, feels cool and such, and maybe it suits me. (atleast I like to think so)

So, when my team, which also included Liam and Zayn, were losing pathetically, I decided to do something utterly ridiculous. I had to tackle the ball from Louis and pass it to Liam, but instead of focusing on the ball, I pinched Louis' bum just when he near enough. He let out a squeak. Yes, a damn squeak and turned around.

He has a great fucking arse by the way.

As his attention was divided, I swiftly picked the ball up with my hands and ran off in different directions around the small playground.

"Catch me if you can" I said in a sing-song manner looking back at them just for a split second, before I bumped into a little bush and went flying onto the ground. Curse my limbs.

On looking up, I saw Liam and Niall running towards me, laughing uncontrollably with an amused Zayn alongside them. Zayn looked beautiful even while he laughed. God really has their favorites.

Well, Louis. He looked angry. Red. That's what his face was. I was scared for a second, that maybe he was going to flip again. But, my goal remained undeterred.

So, I stood up and looked around for the ball, which was just by my feet. Louis might have understood what I was about to do because he lunged at the ball the same time as I did and we were face to face with each other. Due to my longer hands, I was able to the reach the ball before him and I held it above my head, stretching my hands all the way.

Louis was practically throwing daggers at me with his eyes by then. But.

He didn't look so agitated or annoyed. Which was a good sign. But, he was positively glaring at me. He looked adorable.

All his attempts to catch the ball from my hands were in vain and finally he said something.

"Harry, give me the ball. Now" he was half-pouting.