Passionately Clashing

Niall bit his pierced lower lip as he walked onto the football field. He never wanted to be within a hundred feet of the school campus during the day so considering it was five in the afternoon after a football match it was a shock to see him.

People stared as he walked across the freshly cut grass. Maybe it was the snakebites and blue gauges or the fact that he was wearing a blue and white Metallica T-shirt with heavily inked arms exposed, that made people look at him. He didn't care either way. He stopped by the white painted sideline.

"Louis!"

Louis nearly choked on his Gatorade when he heard his name being called. He knew that voice.

That voice hardly ever called his name in public. That voice hardly ever wanted to be heard at a school function. That voice was Louis' guilty pleasure and he loved hearing it.

That didn't stop him from being completely surprised though.

"Uhhhh. Hey, Niall. Didn't think you'd be here. Thought you had somewhere else to be."

Niall kept his face blank, devoid of any emotion to keep people from seeing something that he didn't want to be seen.

He had a reputation to uphold and he couldn't do that if he were smiling especially while talking to the captain of the footie team and the school's popular and beloved Jock Louis Tomlinson although the reputation issue worked two ways.

Niall's hands were in the pockets of his skin tight skinny jeans, his tongue absently licking over his left snakebite.

"They cancelled the concert."

Louis let a fleeting smile cross his face before awkwardly coughing into his hand to try and cover up the little slip.

It wasn't that Louis didn't want the boy to be there. In fact he was exceedingly ecstatic that the boy had come to watch the team play, but social hierarchy kind of forbade them from talking or hanging out.

"Shame. You could have used another black eye from being elbowed in the face."

Louis smiled and tried to make it look condescending in hopes that his team mates, whom were now closing in since they had just finished shaking the other team's hands, would think nothing of the strange encounter.

Niall glared at the sneer. Although the two of them knew it was playful, no one else did.

"The lead guitarist for the band broke his arm while they were about to walk on. Cunt couldn't have waited until after to trip over the fucking cable cord." He shook his head groaning.

He looked sideways to see the dirty looks the team was giving him, but he didn't care.

Louis nodded his head. Made sense to cancel a show when your guitarist couldn't play. Something was still bugging Louis though.

School was the last place that Niall ever wanted to be so why was he here?

Sure there was a footie match. Sure the team captain was Niall's secret boyfriend. Sure they loved each other.

But, Niall had never been to one of Louis' games and Louis had never been to one of Niall's shows. Usually, Niall would just climb into Louis' window at god awful hours of the night and cuddle and talk with him before sneaking out once more before the sun.

It really threw Louis off that Niall was standing in front of him on the football pitch, dressed in his concert attire and looking absolutely out of place.

"What are you doing here, Niall? You've never showed up to one of my matches before. Even if you didn't have a concert, you never showed up."

He tried to keep his voice down so the others wouldn't overhear and start asking questions.