Wanna play Curly?

Chapter 4

"Okay.." I smile and sit cross legged on his bed. He copies my actions and sits facing me, our knees pressed against eachother.

"Can I just say. You're making something that I know is probably not a sexual thing sound very sexual." He laughs. I laugh and shake my head.

"It's not sexual." I say with a small laugh.

"Good. So what you wanna do?" He asks. I smile and shake my head.

"You're gonna hate it." I say in a sing song voice.

"Just tell me." He sing songs back. I smirk and nod.

"Can we go do karaoke?" I ask.

"No." He shakes his head.

"Okay, how bout swimming?" I say with a laugh.

"No." He laughs.

"Got any gaming devices?"

"Uh, I have my play station.." Louis says turning to look at the cupboard under his TV.

"What games you got?"

"Oh they're all too complicated for you, a mere 17 year old."

"Haha okay, we could go out and play football."

"Seriously?" He asks, his eyes brightening up.

"Seriously." I smirk. I love seeing his big blue icy eyes light up. It's quite beautiful.
I'm not going to lie, Louis' gorgeous. He's tanned with tattoos, he has a pair of gorgeous eyes, a magnificent ass and a nice body. You can tell through his shirt he has a six pack.

"Yay!" He yells. I laugh and follow him downstairs into his back garden. It's like a fucking football feild by itself. It's huge!

"Bloody hell this place is massive.." I say.

"Yeh I know, we're so lucky to have such a huge place to play football at home. When I lived in Doncaster we had like not even the size of the patio as our grass." He says.

"Really?"

"Yeh. I was so bored all the time." He laughs.

"Come on then football champion of the college."

"Haha, I'll have you know, today we won against skins." He says.

"Oh well done in so proud of you." I say sarcastically.

"Haha alright sarcastic brat. Let's do this. One on one."

"Can I ask you somthing?"

"Hm?" He asks nudging the ball with his foot.

"You the only gay on the team?"

"Yeh I am, why?"

"They're all hot right?"

"Well..they all have six packs, but I'm captin and have to be a bit more professional than that Harry."

"Why?" I ask. He looks up from the ball with a look of confusion.

"What?" He asks.

"Why can't you look at them?" I ask.

"Because A, they're straight. B, I'm gay. C, it's unprofessional. D, it's distracting if I allow myself to look, and finally, E, it's wrong! They're my friends!" He says with a laugh.

"Alright love, sorry to offend you!" I say jogging down to the other end of the pitch.
"Try and score from there." I say. He laughs.

"I'm never gonna make that!" He yells with a laugh.