Change of Plans

Chapter 2

Louis' POV

For the next few weeks, Harry and I contiued to get along.

I hung my wet towel neatly on its hook in the bathroom. Right before exiting, I fixed my hair a little in the mirror. 

I heard Harry in his room as I passed by. He was probably getting ready and Niall's probably still sleeping. I smiled softly to myself.

I made my way back down the flight of stairs and to the leather couch. Propping my feet up on the coffee table, I fished the tv remote out of the couch cushions and clicked on the tellie. I was just beginning to get comfortable when I heard a soft creak come from the stairs and saw Harry standing there with a football in his hands. 

"C'mon, mate! Let's go play some football!" He called and threw the ball towards my head.

I quickly thrust the arms over my face. The football hit my arm with a loud smack. That was definately going to leave a bruise. It stung like hell and soon began to ache.

I slowly uncovered my face. "The fuck is wrong with you?" I growled at Harry and picked the football up off the ground and hurled it him.

I could feel my face burning with anger. I furrowed my eyebrows and narrowed my eyes at Harry, hoping he'd get hit just as badly as I had.

He caught it mid-air and smirked, "Nice try. You throw like a girl."

Harry just made me so damn angry sometimes.

"So we up for a game?" He asked.

I nodded.

Luckily what Harry didn't know was that I was actually pretty good at football an I'd always wanted to be a professional player. I was going to beat his ass.

"You're on," I sneered.

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Harry and I made our way down to a field not far from our apartment building. The grass was slick with dew and squished underneath my feet. I would have to be careful not to slip.There was a strong breeze in the air and I shivered softly. Oh well, I'd warm up after playing for a while. Dropping the football at my feet and starting to juggle.

"So, one on one?" Harry asked as we walked towards he middle of the field.

I scoffed, "Well there isn't anyone else around here to play, now is there."

"Hey, what was that for? I thought we were beginning to get along?" Harry fake pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

"You derserved it and more! Have you seen my arm?" I shoved it in his face. The skin was beginning to turn a light reddish purple and I winced softly when he poked it.

"Okay look, I'm really sorry about that. I was just excited, y'know a-about hanging out with you." he looked down for a second, then back at me and smiled widely. "No more fighting, okay? Truce?" he stuck his hand out for me.

"Ugh, fine. Truce," I sighed and shook his hand.

"Great! Now come on! Let's get this game on the road." he smirked.

I dribbled the ball to the very center of the field. "Your goal is there," I pointed to the left of where I stood, "And mine is here." I genstured in the other direction.

"Let me know when we are starting!" Harry called as he set up barriers for our goals.

"Ready, set go!" I yelled to him.

"Hey that's cheati-"

"Too bad for you!" I jeered as he chased after me.

I had made it halfway to his goal, but out of nowhere came Harry, who stole the ball away from me and took it in the other direction.

He ran, and he ran fast. I couldn't catch up to him and had to take a second to catch my breath.

Harry stopped in front of my goal, smirked at me, stuck his tongue out, and lightly tapped the ball into the goal, as I stood watching. I groaned. Cheeky bastard.

Harry and I played like this for a while longer, until we were out of breath and sweating like crazy.

I had taken the ball and was running towards Harry's goal when I heard him moan behind me. I snapped my head around only to see him laying in the wet grass. 

I needed to make sure he was okay, and for some reason that was the only thing that mattered to me at the moment. I guess I'd come to really care for him.

Jogging towards where Harry lay, I noticed his cheeks were flushed from the cold and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"A-are you okay? Did you fall?" I asked, concerned. I held my hand out to help him up.

Harry grabbed my hand, smirked, and pulled my arm, sending me down next to him. I turned towards Harry, laying in the damp grass, and scowled.

"You aren't even hurt and I was worried about you, I thought we had a truce," I complained and began to get up.

Harry placed his hand firmly on my hip, keeping me from going anywhere. I tensed under his touch. We were laying in wet grass, way too close together for crying out loud, and his nose was almost toucing mine. This was extremely uncomfortable.

"I had fun playing with you today," Harry smiled and took his hand away, getting up. 

I could not tear my gaze away from him though. I shook my head softly and blinked several times to stop myself from staring.

"I-i had fun too," I sputtered, completely forgetting what a prick he'd just been.

"Good, we should do it again some time."

Harry picked up the football and began walking back towards our flat. I quickly got up and followed close behind. He put his arm around my shoulder and I smiled, contently.

Harry's POV

When we got back inside, Niall was in the kitchen making himself a piece of toast. 

"Mornin' lads. Where've you been? And why do you both look like you were run over? he asked.

"Long story short, we played a game of football," I glanced down at Louis and smiled. He grinned back at me.

"Nice to see you two are friends for a change," Niall remarked, looking back every minute to check on his toast. When it was completely golden brown, he opened the toaster and plucked it out before burning himself.

"Yeah, me and Louis are best mates!" I exclaimed and wrapped my arm tighter around his shoulder.

For some reason, Niall seemed annoyed by me doing this. He rolled his eyes.

I detatched my arm from Louis.

"Okay lads, I'm going to go up and shower," I said to them, instead of standing there awkwardly as Niall glared at me. 

I climbed the stairs quietly.

I couldn't help but wonder what his problem was.