You're best friends and he hurts you
Louis- you were watching your best friend Louis practice football (soccer). He was getting frustrated because he didn't have enough power to get it in the goal past the imaginary goalie.
"Ugh!" He groaned. You walked over to him.
"Lou,"
"I can't do this the games tomorrow!" He said aggravated.
"Just... Swing your foot back more and turn your body like" you grabbed his shoulder and adjusted him, "this."
"I still don't think I'll have enough power."
"I used to play, I'll be the goalie" you said walking over to the goal. Louis took a deep breath and swung his foot launching the ball that ended up hitting you directly in your stomach.
"Fuck." You breathed out collapsing.
"(Y/N)!" He screamed and ran over to you. He grabbed your shoulders and looked at you.
"Are you alright?" He asked panicked.
"I'm fine but Lou," he stared at you,
"You have plenty... Of power." You said and you both started laughing
Harry- you were staying the night at your best friend Harry's house and since you had been best friends for so long you sleep in the same bed. About an hour after you both had fallen asleep he started whimpering and tossing and turning. You woke up and started shaking him.
"Harry," you attempted but he wouldn't budge an now he was sobbing. You straddled his waist and grabbed both his shoulders.
"Harry!" You screamed as you shook him. He immediately bolted up and slapped you across the face.
"FUCKING BITCH!" You screamed as you grabbed your cheek.
"OMG I am so sorry!" Harry said immediately wide awake as he sat up a bit.
"When the fuck did you get so strong?!?" You yelled still in pain.
"I-I don't know on tour!" He said panicking his eyes wide. He grabbed your arms looking at you intently.
"Are you okay!?!" He asked still his voice raised with concern.
"A six foot man just slapped me what do you think!" You yelled still clutching your cheek.
"I really didn't mean to! Let me see," he grabbed your hand and pulled it away and saw the red mark.
"Omg, I am so sorry." He repeated.
"It's fine, it doesn't hurt that bad anymore." You assured.
"Lets go uhh, get ice." He said carrying you to the kitchen.
"You know I can walk."
"This was quicker." He said setting you on the counter and getting ice.
"What were you even dreaming about?"
"Uhh," he handed you a bag of ice, "you... Were being well... Attacked." He said rubbing his neck.
"So you slapped them?" You asked giggling.
"It was supposed to be a punch but you woke me up to soon,"
"I'm damn glad I did."
Niall- you and Niall were watching the game you were cheering for opposite teams. Niall's team was losing but only by one goal.
"If we make this were tied." He said looking at the screen.
"You honestly think he can make it past him."
