Rivals with Benefits

Chapter 34 - but he doesn't

Louis' POV
     "Harry why are you walking like that?" I hear someone ask.

I look back to see one of Harry's teammates right next to him. Harry looks at him confused with his eyebrows furrowed adorably. The boy must get that Harry doesn't understand because he continues.

"You're limping worse than that kid in crutches," the boy snorts gesturing to Niall.

I clench my fist and I'm just about to go off on this boy before I fully comprehend what he's saying. Harry's head snaps over to my direction and he widens his eyes like a scared puppy.

"Um, football injury?" Harry squeaks out desperately.

I turn away from Harry's gaze trying to stifle my laugh. Niall and Liam must over hear because they come up to me with the same eyebrow raised expression. The boy by Harry just nods and runs off to get to the bus faster. We walk the rest of the way to the bus and settle in after helping Niall up.

We're honestly severely fucked. Niall's injury is bad. He's going to need knee surgery and everything meaning he's out for the rest of the season. Which also means we're down one player and either we find a new one, teams are nice enough to play with only 10 people, we convince the refs we can play with 10 while the other team has 11, or we just forfeit all the games. Which the last one isn't really even an option but it's still there. So yeah, severely fucked.

"Whose fucking hand print is on the window?!" someone shouts from the back of the bus.

"What the fuck is this?! The Titanic?!" someone else yells getting a few laughs from the boys.

My face immediately heats up. I look over to Harry who's really no better. He puts his bag down and clears his throat. Which gets the attention of me, Niall, and Liam, and maybe some other boys too.

"Well, everyone has a 'Titanic for the first time' face, right?" he comments smugly out of nowhere before sitting down.

Niall and Liam both look at each other and then me and Harry before bursting into laughter. The other boys just ignore our antics as I shove my face in my hands not having expected that from Harry. I peek through my hands at Harry who beams at me and sends me a cheeky wink. I giggle and shake my head at him.

"'FoOtBaLL iNjUrY,'" Liam mocks in a long drawn voice.

Niall dies of laughter as he throws his head back against the headrest. I just shove them both when I see Harry's now all shy and blushy. And that's basically how the rest of the bus ride goes, with Niall and Liam making obscene innuendos gestured at me and Harry while we both just try to ignore them and make it less obvious what they're going on about in case any of the other boys actually pick up on it.

During the last 15 minutes or so Niall leans over to me, "So how was it?" he asks in a whisper.

"How was what?" I ask back raising an eyebrow at him.

"You know," Niall slaps me on the arm and gives me some weird hand gesture, but when he finally realizes I don't actually know he sighs defeatedly, "The baby making process," he elaborates.

My eyes widen and I quickly shoot my head around making sure no one hears us before leaning into Niall, "I mean, yeah, it was good, like really good. And great, amazing, fantastic, the best thing ever, better than life, spectacular, life-changing actually, incredible, honestly Niall it's just so indescribable."

Niall snorts, "You didn't seem to be having trouble with that," he chuckles and I send him a shy smile, "So, did you tell him then? About the-" he cuts himself off by making a heart with his hands to be ultra subtle.