"There's this tennis tournament at the end of the holidays. Do you want to participate in that or not?" Louis asks him in favour of a greeting a few days later. Harry has come to the conclusion by now that Louis might just be the fittest person he's ever laid eyes on.
The way he carries himself, so confident and sure, the rasp of his voice, and the way he holds his hand in front of his mouth when he laughs are all things that make Harry go weak in the knees every time he sees him.
There is also the fact that Harry can feel Louis' eyes on him constantly. Travelling over the long expanse of Harry's tanned legs as he bends down to pick up a ball. He catches him staring as his throat moves up and back down again when he swallows gulps of water in between breaks. The intensity of his gaze, full of desire and need is enough to awaken the butterflies in Harry's stomach. He wonders if Louis even knows what he's doing to him. Always staring at him with the intense gaze of his bright blue eyes that leave Harry shaky and flustered. Though, judging by the lustful twinkle in his gaze, Louis might just be aware of the effect he has. It's the first time anyone has given Harry this kind of attention, and Harry likes it, loves it actually. He wants to stay in the feeling of being the centre of Louis' attention forever.
Then there are the touches. It's like Louis' hands are everywhere when they have a session, correcting his posture or his hold on the racket and steadying him when they stretch. It takes his breath away every time he feels Louis' skin brush against his, making it feel flammable. Harry, like a magnet, leans into Louis' gentle touch at every chance he has. Little sparks forming wherever he feels Louis so much as graze him.
And it's all Harry can think about, his mind a constant stream of Louis, Louis, Louis. He dreams of blue eyes, his tanned skin, the teasing touches, and pink lips that are always curled into a devilish smirk. Yet he hasn't dared to make a move.
Nor has Louis for that matter. Maybe Harry is just delusional, maybe he has just misinterpreted the glances and touches. Maybe Louis treats all of his clients the same way, and it's just his way of making sure he won't get fired or get any complaints and instead earn heavy tips. No, Harry thinks that doesn't seem like Louis at all.
Because despite his cool demeanour and his i-don't-care attitude, Louis is extremely kind. Harry has seen flashes of it before when he came for his afternoon session and watched Louis train a group of kids. Making them laugh and giggle when he splashed some water at them while wetting the sand court. Harry couldn't help but smile while watching Louis interact with the kids. His cheeks turned a deep shade of red when Louis' eyes met his and he winked at him, a grin on his own face. Harry barely survived.
He shakes himself out of his thoughts and shrugs. "I always participate, but I don't like it much to be honest." He admits.
"Why not?" Louis asks, leaning against the net. He is, as always, in his white trainer outfit and has a dark blue cap on, shielding his eyes from the sun. It matches Harry's outfit consisting of white shorts that show the expanses of his legs and a white collared navy shirt. If he took extra time making sure his legs were clean shaven and smooth last night, then that's nobody's business except maybe Louis', whose eyes always seem to gravitate towards them.
"Because I always lose, I told you I'm not a good player." He answers Louis' question, with a slight whine to his tone and plopping down on the bench.
"You're a good player, you're just blocking yourself. Tennis is as much a physical sport as it is a psychological one."
"You've said so before."
"Well yeah," Louis smiles and shrugs. "Because it's the truth, we'll work on that and you'll win this year."
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Summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes
Fanfiction"So we probably shouldn't do this." Louis says, and Harry knows he means staying like this, wrapped up in each other, and he nods, then lifts his head from Louis' shoulder. His eyes are focused on the ground while he tries to will the tears away. "W...
