SPACES [Editing]

Video Games

Louis Tomlinson

I drove myself to school today because Harry was nowhere to be found. I didn't want to call him and sound like a clingy husband, he has a life of his own and I shouldn't have to interfere with that.

Somehow I feel like even though we've already been married, we're still getting to know each other. I don't think I'll ever stop getting to know him, since he's a very interesting person and I'm just...me. I don't know what he does when he's not with me, but I trust him enough to know that he will choose to do the right thing. Always.

As soon as we were done with rehearsals, I made small talk with the kids' parents and told them about their children's progress in the play. When everyone was gone, I was left with the soccer ball so I decided to play with it for a while.

I walked to the field that was two blocks away from the school. It was empty, so I was relieved with the fact that I won't have to impress anyone. I set up the camera a few meters away from me. I seem to be doing this a lot lately, taking videos of everything. I never really watch them, I just really like the feeling of being able to keep a recording of everything so I could look back at the progress in the future.

I moved to the perfect spot and dropped the ball in front of me. I shuffled it from one foot to the other, did some tricks and balanced it with my head. I haven't done this for a while and it felt good, like I have reunited with a big part of me.

I've always liked football. If you'd ask me about the things I like doing, it would probably be the first thing that pops out in my brain but I'd never say it out loud, just because.

"Football, huh?" I saw Harry appear from my peripheral vision. He was wearing a trench coat and boots, his hair long enough already to be in a man bun.

Mm, Daddy.

"I was the captain of our football team back in high school." I bragged.

"How very modest of you," he said sarcastically.

"Just stating facts, 's all." I shrugged.

"Let's see if you're as good as I think you are," Harry smirked.

"Wanna bet?"

"One kiss for every goal." Harry said with a serious expression on his face.

"It's on, Styles." I took the ball and took it to the center of the field to start the game.

Whoever scores a goal gets a kiss. It's stupid, and almost childish, but it's a win-win situation.

I set the ball down, just between us, giving him the advantage by placing it a bit closer to his feet. Once he's gotten possession of it, I realized that he wasn't just not bad, he's actually pretty good at it.

I was supposed to let him get away with it but I didn't-- I never did that, even when I was in an actual field, in an actual match. I'm always quite competitive in whatever I do. I like winning, especially when I won against someone who's good at the game.

So in a swift movement, I kicked the ball to the space between Harry's feet and followed through the motion, getting possession this time.

I maneuvered for a while, trying to tire him out so he'd just let me score, but it wasn't working. He's displaying good defense tactics, I might just believe him if he tells me that he actually used to play this sport.