The Mutual opposition

Back to the old grind

Louis's POV

"Twenty Eight."

The man flips through his paperwork and crosses off the number.

He's still tall and tan the way I remembered him seven years ago when I was on the football team.

"Tomlinson, is that you?"

"It's me coach."

The burly man envelopes me in a hug.

"It's been a long time since you've came to play with us. That boy band keeping you busy?"

"Yeah" I laugh, "it's a full time kind of thing."

"I'm glad you could make it son, we're out in ten."

"Great!"

I find my way to the locker room.

All the lads greet me, overjoyed that I'm back again to play with the team.

Two of my best lads Stan and Calvin included.

"Where were you the last five years of our lives man?" Calvin laughs, throwing his Jersey over his head.

I shrug.

"Boy bands and shit."

"Hah, where's your pride?" Alfie pipes up.

He'd always been a snob ever since I'd been playing in high school.

"Belt up" Stan defends me, "He makes more money than you do! And he isn't living with his mum anymore!"

The rest of the lads get a good laugh out of it.

"How're your football skills?" Calvin asks me.

"They've likely downgraded."

"You'll do alright. Coach always had you on as a starter."

"Besides," Stan adds, "It's for charity. So it's all in good fun."

"Yeah," Calvin concurs, patting my ass as all us football players do, "You might surprise yourself with what you can do."

"How was your football game?" My mum asks once I get home; sweaty and exhausted.

"It was ace! We raised three thousand pounds for charity."

She smiles.

"That's wonderful! Oh love, I'm so sad tomorrows your last day."

"Yeah. Me too mum. I had to turn down a few lads to go clubbing."

She rolls her eyes.

"You can do that anytime Lou. Calvin and Stan aren't going anywhere."

"I know. Say, where's Luna?"

She smiles.

"Upstairs reading with Daisy and Phoebe, isn't that sweet?"

I chuckle and take off my shingaurds and cleats.

"Sounds like her."

"She's so good with kids. Reminds me of you. Now why don't you take a shower. You're tracking mud in my kitchen."

"I have nothing to give said the girl.
Please help me" a little voice reads.

I open the door to Phoebe and Daisy's room.

Luna and both my sisters sit on the bed, reading to her their assigned book.

"Then promise, if you are to become queen, I shall have your first born child."