A Big Larry Musical - Act 1

Act 1 - Chapter 5 - Never Together

Songs for this chapter: They Don't know about us, Moments.
Moments is Louis' solo in the Drama Club Production so I haven't used the whole song, but a cut and more fitting version.

I know Greg James is 31, but I needed Principal James to be older, so you can imagine him at an appropriate age for his role (even though he still looks incredibly hot).

The May sun is warm over Harry's body. He's sitting on the grandstands, right behind the bench, watching his boyfriend being the amazing captain and point forward he is.
Right beside him, Niall and Zayn are cuddling while Sophia and Laura, and the other football players' girlfriends, are cheering the team, yelling at the referee and the other school players here and there.
The stadium is overcrowded. Almost the whole school and their grandmas are there, along with the other team families and friends. They have been chanting "Payne is our King" for a while now, since Liam has stopped the most unreachable shot of all times. He literally did a somersault mid-air using the pole to flip himself. It was epic and he has never heard the crowd scream so loudly before, not even when Niall sent the winning ball right on the baseline, when even Harry himself had thought it was out.
The real star of the match was Louis though.
Harry can't really explain the feeling, but when Louis plays he literally transfigures in this gold God who can set the pace of a match two minutes in and keep it until the end without failing. He maneuvers himself amongst the defenders like the players are not even there. Like they are made of thin air. He scored twice in this game, and created so many chances for his teammates, Harry's not even surprised they're winning 5 to 0. With Captain Tommo on the front and Iron Payne defending the goal, the other school has never stood a chance.
They are close to the Cesarini zone, the referee just announced 3 minutes of injury time, but Louis is still one hundred per cent focused on the game, like it doesn't matter to him how much time is left. He wants to make each minute count.
Harry thinks that Louis is like that in life too. He always tries to get out the most from each situation, even the most annoying, difficult, unbearable ones. Maybe that's why he is so overdramatic and full of shit. Because he always lives at the highest point and every time Harry had thought he has stopped falling in love with Louis, his boyfriend has always found a new way to surprise him and Harry can't really help but falling for him a little more every time.
Last 90 seconds, Payne sends a long shot from his own goal, straight on Stan's feet, who starts to run towards the centre circle. The second he passes the halfway line, four players are over him, trying to steal the ball. The opposite team seems really desperate to score once at least, maybe just to tell people they were the first to beat Payne in the School Championship.
"Not gonna happen, sorry" Harry smiles. Louis runs over from the sideline, Stan gives him the ball and they engage a very fast one-two that takes them in front of the opposite goal. Louis smirks, God Harry loves him so much, and shoots, putting the ball in the sack. The referee's whistle is almost covered by the screaming of the crowd. Harry runs as fast as he can and he's on the pitch in no time, calling for Louis. The second Louis sees him he rushes towards him, his hair wet, his eyes shining, and all Harry can do is to hug him very tight, putting his nose in his hair, inhaling heavily.
"Stop it babe" Louis protests "I'm all sweaty and I smell like shit"
"You smell like victory" Harry grins at him, before kissing him under the may sun.

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Two weeks passed and now it's Louis turn to be sitting on the grandstands with Zayn, watching their boyfriends deal with one of the hardest games of the season. Niall and Harry are at the top of the Double chart and their opponents are just behind them. If they win, team Narry will gain enough points to go solo and basically win the championship two games in advance.
They are on the fifth set and they have been playing for so long the crowd's gone visibly tired.
Louis is worried because the love of his life has been under the sun for hours now. Okay, it's not summer hotness and it's a bit windy too, but they've been playing for two hours and a half now and that's too much for anyone who's not a pro.
Harry looks tired and Niall looks exhausted, their shots are weaker and the other team is not in better conditions.
They've won two games each and this is the last one. They are currently 6-6 so it's tie-break.
It's Harry's turn to serve and Louis is hella nervous. He knows Harry loves tennis just as much as Louis himself loves football and singing.
He skipped rehearsals to be at the game even though, seeing how it went, he could have gone to the theatre for at least the club meeting, since it was three hours ago.
He has the lead role, of course, so his presence is highly required at every meeting, but he couldn't have missed Harry's game for anything in the world.
Even though both have always said they don't want to go pro after school, they still love their sports very much and Louis knows how much Harry wants to win this championship before saying goodbye to tennis for a while.
"Ace" the chair umpire calls when Harry serves and scores right away. "15-Love" Louis mutters to Zayn and they both giggle because they always mock their boyfriends for that weird way to call the "0 points" score.
Since Ziall became a thing Louis and Zayn's friendship has reached a new level. Louis feels bad for Stan and Liam, of course, but it's not like he can go and ask them which flavor of lube is better or which condom makes you feel the most or some tip about anal sex. Louis knows Zayn had sex with his previous boyfriends so he has actual knowledge on the matter. He and Harry have never had penetrative sex with a guy, so they're both a bit awkward about it because it's a big step in a relationship and, even though they trust each other like they've never trusted anyone before, they still don't feel ready for that.
So Louis' been talking to Zayn a lot and it feels good to have someone to talk about these things.
"It's match point" Zayn says, elbowing him a bit too harshly for Louis' taste but he always loses track of his thoughts and people often have to scroll past him to gain his attention back.
The score it's 40-15 for their team and it's Harry's turn to serve again.
Louis' sweating like mad, his hands are trembling. This is the moment where everything can go down the hill or explode in the sky like a firework.
"Go firework babe" he mutters under his breath, crossing his fingers.
Harry throws the ball in the air, his movement elegant and fluid when he lifts the racket and hits the yellow ball like he hasn't a three hours game on his muscles.
It's down-the-line, fast and precise and hits the ground just in front of Harry's opponent feet. The lad hits the ball back, trying a stop volley which doesn't work, and Niall's ground stroke is strong and dangerous and makes Zayn bounce on the grandstands. The other team still manages to catch the ball and shoot back, but Harry runs over, smashing the ball back on the court, right behind the other lads, almost on the line.
They won.
Louis races down the grandstands and runs towards a very tired Harry. When the younger boy turns to face him Louis literally skips the last three steps and jumps inside his arms, lacing his legs around Harry's frame and kissing him deeply in front of the cheering crowds, like nothing in the world matters but the two of them.