Criminal Love

Chapter Three

Whatsername by Green Day

When each flashback ends, and it picks up in the present time, it is a different day.

There was something so hauntingly familiar about Louis' face. Volunteering at a library definitely has it's perks as I take a seat in a quiet, quieter than normal, corner on my break. When I look up the name 'Louis Tomlinson' doesn't pop up as 'drug lord and mafia boss' no, instead it pops up as 'star soccer player on the Sandhills High School soccer team.' That's the same school that I went to. The same school that Niall went to.

That's when he looks so fucking familiar. He was captain of the soccer team until he had a knee injury that pretty much blew his chances of being a pro. He can't be much older than me. I remember thinking he was so hot, and that was before I even came out to myself, I was still questioning myself. But what doesn't make sense is what happened with he and Niall. As far as I know, Niall and I stayed to ourselves on the soccer team, so what dirt does Niall have with Louis Tomlinson?

Flashback 2008 {funfact, I was only four and Harry was only fourteen. *cries quietly*}

I keep my jacket wrapped around my arms as the sun starts its slow rise at five thirty in the morning. For some reason Coach Anders has the whole team freezing in mid November. "Listen up! I know all of you are probably wondering why I have you out here, freezing your asses off, at five thirty on a Saturday morning." Coach says, garnering everyone's full and undivided attention. "We have a match next week, and it's against Sawgrass High." He speaks, the frost leaving his mouth in a light fog.

At that everyone moans, we all hate Sawgrass High with passion. "I know! This is why we have to train at any empty time we can. Any breaks, any free periods, after class, before class. We can't let them smear us this match!" Coach riles us up, the whole team cheering at his words in the dark, the only light coming from the bright stadium lights.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you guys, but we need to show those kids that we can win!" He says, gaining cheers from everyone again, Niall whistling. I laugh at his antics.

Present Time 2015

I sigh as I put my head in my hands, trying to work out the design for the application for the tattoo parlor. All it says is "come up with your own unique design that means something to you." I have no fucking idea what to do, but it pays really well and I need the job. "Still trying to figure a design out?"  My brown eyed friend says from behind the cafe counter. Shawn lets me come in during off hours for anything. If I need a quiet spot to work, or need someone to talk to that isn't Niall, Shawn is my confidant. Niall works at the fair during summer break, so it isn't always quiet.

I look up from the blank pages on the surface in front of me, to see Shawn's tattooed hand resting on the counter. "I have no idea what to do, S.."I say, nearing a whine. "What if you did a calligraphy type thing with your motto, what is it again? Treat puppi-." I cut him off. "Treat people with kindness." I correct, smiling at his idea.

Flashback 2008

"Ok guys, we got this." Louis says in our huddle, his hand is resting on the left side of my back, holding everyone close to him. He just went over the strategy behind todays match, we've been training for a week and a half now, so we should do pretty well, if not win, this game, but I don't want to jinx this game.