larry- one shots

Drunk On One Glass Of You

"Come on Louis." Liam sighed. "Focus."

Louis stopped in his tracks, right foot drawn back. He let it slump down to the ground.

"Excuse me, Liam." He said, hands on hips. " You don't get to tell me what to do."

"I'm your friend and teammate. I just want you to be the best you can be."

"Yeah, well, I'm tired."

Liam rolled his eyes, tugging at his gloves.

"Come on, Louis. Three more goals and we can go."

"If you're after my captaincy, Liam, you're out of luck."

"Actually, Louis, I'm really hungry and would like to get off this bloody pitch sometime before midnight."

Louis rolled his eyes petulantly. He'd promised to buy Liam's dinner if he played goalie for an hour so Louis could practise shooting penalties but he'd been awful all afternoon. And it's not like Liam was brilliant in goal, either. Louis could hold his hands up and admit the fault was all on him.

Louis jumped up and down on the spot a few times, swinging his leg back and kicking the ball hard, just about evading Liam and planting it firmly in the top right corner of the net.

"That's better." Liam smirked.

---

Zayn was glaring. Zayn was glaring and Louis suffered a shiver from... fear? Of course, Zayn was always glaring, but he did NOT look impressed. Louis hid behind Liam.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Zayn drawled as Liam slid into the booth opposite the other three boys, Louis coyly following him.

Liam raised his eyebrows, pointedly turning to look at Louis.

"Got a bit carried away on the pitch." Louis shrugged, picking at his nails. "Lost track of time."

Niall snorted and Louis shot him a glare.

"We would've ordered for you," Harry said, "But no one could remember Liam's order."

"That's really charming lads, thanks."

Louis stared at Niall as he ordered to make sure he ordered chicken not beef; beef made him sluggish and Niall needed to be on fire on the pitch. Okay, so maybe Louis was a tyrant as a captain but it paid off; they were currently top of the Regional League.

"You two coming to our match Saturday?"

"Saturday?" Harry whined. "Why does it have to be on a Saturday?"

Louis rolled his eyes.

"God, fine, don't come." Louis mumbled. "Zayn?"

"Well, I start work at 2, so-"

"The game's at 10am."

Zayn and Harry exchanged a sly smirk, Zayn rolling his eyes and shrugging.

"Fine."

---

Zayn and Harry had actually never missed a home game if they could help it, and they always arrived early so they could sit close enough that their cheers and jeers could be heard. Hearing Harry shouting abuse at him when he fucked up spurred Louis on no end.

They drew 2-2 with whatever team they played - Macclesfield was their biggest rival and if they weren't playing Macclesfield, Louis didn't bother to pay attention to who the other team was.

"Fuck." Louis mumbled as they got back into the changing rooms. "We should've won that."

"Don't freak out." Niall scoffed. "They were all huge. Much bigger than us."