Winner

Chapter 4: Louis

Harry looks at me through the mirror as he washes his hands. I can feel the tension building up. I can feel my heart rate increase as he dries his hands still looking at me. I look away for only a second and I feel his hands around my waist spinning me around to face him. I am now directly looking him in his eyes. He doesn't waste any second and crashes his lips onto mine.

My heart races. He kisses me hard and intensely but his lips are surprisingly soft. We lose ourselves in the kiss and are kissing hard and long. Neither one of us wants to break away. Until we hear the sound of the door opening behind us which gets us back to reality. We step away from each other as fast as we can, both our cheeks turning bright red. As we awkwardly leave the bathroom.

"You want to go outside for a smoke?" I ask to break the tension and selfishly get a chance to kiss him again.

"I don't smoke but I am happy to go outside with you," Harry replies.

Once outside we walk across the street to sit on a bench. As soon as we sit I am the one leaning in to kiss Harry, giving me the dominance in the kiss. Breaking away, lighting my cigarette, my mind is going crazy with thoughts. We sit there for a while just in comfortable silence. I realize this is the first time I kissed a boy and I find myself liking it.

"Can professional football players even smoke?" Harry breaks the silence.

I chuckle, exhaling the smoke. "You won't tell anyone, right? We are not allowed, but we won today, and I don't give a fuck. Sometimes I deserve a cigarette."

I don't know what has come over me tonight but I opened up to Harry about my thoughts, I've never been so open about them. I am not even comfortable with being open about my sexuality. You know football players are expected to be that strong man and being gay and vulnerable can be seen as weak.

Harry and I are chatting the whole time but we get cold, so we decide to get inside the bar again. I buy Harry a drink and we make our way to the dance floor. The alcohol is making me and Harry a bit tipsy. Harry is practically dancing against me but I don't mind if I enjoy his company.

It is getting late, people start to leave. Someone walking by Harry introduced him as Niall, the other artist that he was performing with. Niall said goodbye and went home with what I assume is his girlfriend. Liam also stopped by to say goodbye before leaving with the girl he had been talking to since the beginning of the night. Leaving me and Harry to decide what we would do next.

"I don't know where you are staying tonight, but would you like to stay over at my place?" Harry asks, with a hint of shyness in his voice.

"I'd love to, if that is not a problem with you," I reply a bit nervously.

"That would be alright!" Harry responds eagerly.

Honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing, agreeing to go home with a guy I just met. But there's something about Harry that makes me want to take this risk. We will see where this night leads us.