bracelets // l.s

(4)

"you don't kick the ball like that, harold." louis sighed in frustration.

"how do I do this? it's so hard!" harry groaned.

"just kick the ball like this," louis said as he showed harry the correct way to kick the ball, watching it zoom far away, which had harry gaping.

"that was so cool! you're like a pro!" harry giggled as he pointed at the now stopped ball at the end of the field.

"played it in high school and uni," louis shrugged. "still stuck with it, i guess."

harry nodded before running off to get the ball. it wasn't long before he saw the boy running back, trying to kick the ball along with him, but failing causing him so fall.

louis gasped and ran over to harry.

"are you alright?" he asked as he neared harry, who had sat up.

"m' fine. hurts," he pointed to his ankle. louis' heart fell. he was suddenly very worried.

"let's get you up then, yeah? we'll check out your ankle," louis said as he extended a hand for harry to grab, which he gladly took.

"thanks," harry said, before narrowing his eyes, causing confusion to come into louis' mind.

"what?" the older boy asked.

"why do you wear so many bracelets?" harry pointed to louis' wrist.

louis suddenly grew nervous.

"it's nothing, harold. let's go up to my flat and check that ankle out, yeah?" louis quickly said.

harry hesitated, but nodded.

they both started to walk back, not going a few steps before harry groaned in pain. louis looked back to see harry hutched over, grabbing his ankle.

"alright?" louis asked.

"hurts, mr. louis," harry whined, causing louis to rush over to his side.

"please, harry, call me louis. and I'll carry you back up, just carry the ball for me, okay?"

the younger boy nodded. louis picked harry up bridal style as harry hugged the ball around his chest.

they made it to louis' flat, and once they walked in, he laid harry on the couch.

"rest your ankle on this, alright? I'll make you some tea," louis put a pillow under harry's ankle before patting harry on the leg and walking over to the kitchen and making them both tea.

he walked over the his couch, two cuppas in his hands, and sat beside harry's head, lifting it up so it was laying on his lap.

the curly haired boy thanked louis as he grasped the warm cup in his palms. louis stroked harry's hair.

"sorry bout what happened today."

"s' alright. ill be okay, this is nothing compared to what I usually get back at home."

okay, what?

"what do you mean?" louis asked, very anxious.

"ill tell you if you tell me why you wear so many bracelets."

"I can't just tell you, harold."

"then I can't 'just tell you' either. we're even," he huffed.

louis sighed.

it was going to take a lot to get harry to tell him what was causing him pain. and he knew it wouldn't be easy.