Rivals - L.S.

Twenty One - Broken Hearted (L)

*Get ready for that drama I promised... Don't hate me. Make sure to comment!

The Great Britain team was nearing the end of their game, it was the last inning and they were only ahead by one run. Louis was pitching and if he struck the next two batters out, they would win. He was definitely feeling some pressure but that was nothing new for Louis. He could overcome pretty much anything that was thrown his way and he proved that many times.

Louis threw the ball as hard as he could, hurling a curve ball at the burly man in batting stance at the plate. It was a swing and a miss. The crowd cheered and Louis let a teasing smirk creep across his lips as he threw his next pitch, which was a knuckle ball that resulted in another strike. One last pitch and the batter was out, sending the next on to face his fate against The Great Louis Tomlinson (which is what Louis referred to himself as when narrating the game in his own head).

The next batter put up more of a fight; it took one knuckle ball (strike), a fastball (fouled) and a curve ball (a pop up hit which Liam caught) to get the man out.

And that was it, Great Britain had won yet another game.

The crowd roared and the team chanted and everyone was energetic. Louis got this feeling like he was on top of the world, it happened after every game, and he felt really purely happy. Plus, he knew he had the lovely Harry Styles to go home to celebrate with, and what could be better than that?

They shook hands with the opposing team and the boys were all off towards the locker rooms, Louis and Zayn chatting as they went.

"Tomlinson, you got a minute?" Simon's loud voice rang when they were about to open up the locker room door.

"Yeah, of course, Coach," Louis called before mumbling to Zayn, "Catch ya' later, Z."

Simon and Louis were alone in the hallways, the old man with a pleased look on his face. "I wanted to see how you were feeling about the American offer," he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I know it's a big decision and it's got to be hard to figure out what you want to do."

Louis shifted awkwardly on the balls of his feet, pulling off his cap and ruffling his hair. "Well, I've been thinking a lot about it. It's definitely a great opportunity, amazing actually, and I think that some really good things could come from it, but I don't know," he trailed off.

Simon then asked, "Don't know what?"

"I don't know if I'm ready to leave this behind. You're my coach, my best friend is here, my boyfriend is here, and I don't think it's just the right time to make that kind of commitment," he explained, fidgeting with his fingers.

"I think that you could get a lot further in your career in America, baseball is definitely a more serious sport there. And you know I've always liked you, Tomlinson, you're a smart kid who works extremely hard for what he wants. Harder than any other player I've ever known. You're a star, you're a leader and you're an incredibly talented athlete. You've got all the qualities that show it and all the opportunities to use it. Just don't let me, or anybody else for that matter, hold you back from accomplishing bigger things, okay?" Cowell said gently, patting Louis on the shoulder in a reassuring kind of way.

Louis nodded. "Thanks, Coach. I'll keep thinking about it," he told the man, smiling warmly up at his father-figure. He was grateful for Simon's input, but still unsure about what he was going to do.

"Alright, Louis. Now go get cleaned up and get out of here, you smell like an old gym sock," Simon winked with a light laugh, nodding towards the locker room.