Larry Stylinson ao3 one shots.

That's How People Grow Up

Written by:ilovelemon

Summary:Louis is an ex football player who got injured and retired to open a kids football club. Harry's child is playing for said club.

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"Wake up!"

That's the first thing Louis hears in the morning. Who the fuck does that to a sleeping person!? He jumps out of his bed, landing on the floor exactly on his bad knee. His eyes start to water and however embarrassing this will sound, he definitely starts whimpering. He doesn't care that he's almost thirty, his fucking knee hurts, and Liam is not helping – that is also the reason he ignores his friend's concerned voice and refuses his help by slapping his hands away.

He struggles to get back on bed – with Liam's unwanted help – and wipes his tears. His knee is killing him even if it's been eight months already. Liam looks scared at Louis, perhaps hating himself a bit – good – and now even Zayn's in his room, looking at the scene with concerned eyes.

"What happened?" the dark haired man asks.

Louis throws Liam a spiteful look, "Yes, Liam. What the fuck happened?"

Liam has big, scared eyes and looks from Zayn to Louis twice before finally settling on Louis, ready to answer his question.

"We know how much you miss being on the pitch, Lou."

Louis looks at him and waits a few seconds. After deciding that Liam won't explain further than this, he decides to be an ass, "Yes, Liam. I am aware. Not only that, but I also fucked up my knee for good. Any reason why you bring up this horrible memory?"

Liam looks like he's about to cry and Louis knows that Zayn will start talking any minute now.

As predicted, he does.

"Louis, stop being so mean. What Liam tries to say is that he found a way for you to go back on it." Zayn explains kindly, but gives Louis a warning look that clearly says to be nice.

"Liam, Zayn, "he pauses for the effect and looks at both men, "In case you fucking forgot, I am too young to be a coach. No respectable team will take a twenty eight year old retired football player that's been playing professional for only eight years."

"Are you?" Liam asks, and Louis wants to punch him.

"Yes, I – "Louis is stopped by Zayn's voice, who decided that he can speak while another person already does so. Rude.

"Not for what we found."

"What did you find?" Louis asks doubtfully. They better not get his hopes up, or they will regret it. He's not even joking.

"A junior team." Liam states proudly. Louis stares at him and blinks.

"A what?!"

"A team with children, Louis." Zayn explains to him, even though he knows Louis is aware what that means. Zayn loves to hate him.

"You guys must be joking."

Liam frowns, "We are not, Louis. A friend of Zayn's has a child and the kid asked to be in a football team. Your football team, to be more precise."