17BLACK

Chapter 25

Harry's POV:

I squeeze uncomfortably between people's knees and the seats in front of them, until I see Will. I scurry a little faster and sit down beside him. He smiles at me and moves his focus back on the field.

After dancing in the kitchen I put on my stained clothes and Louis and I stopped by my penthouse to pick up a change of clothes. I had planned on inviting Louis over to spend the night at my place but the words didn't form right. I don't want to push anything.

I scan the row of people in white and green jerseys, finally seeing Louis. A grin stretches across my face as he sends the ball flying into the goal. I look down the aisle to see Aaron beside Will. They aren't holding hands, but as I look closer I see Aaron's ankle lazily placed over Will's.

Louis and his team practice like this for a good thirty minutes until the referee blows his whistle. This signals the start of the game.

Louis is really good, better than I've ever seen. And I'm not just saying that because he's my boyfriend. He takes advantage of the ball's positions and taps it to a teammate by his chest, knee, and even his head a few times. He's seriously skilled.

About halfway through the game - 1 to 3, Louis' team winning - Will turns to me. "So you and Louis?"

I smile involuntarily. "Yeah. It's official now." Will grins and tells Aaron this. Aaron gives me a thumbs up.

"Just don't hurt him, or I will have to kill you." Will replies, his voice teasing but deep down I know he isn't. Louis has been through a lot and Will is the type of brother to try to take some of his pain away. 

Will stands up suddenly and cheers loudly, causing me to jump. He screams Louis' name and claps his hands.

Louis just made a goal. I stand up with Will and encourage Louis with him, even though he can't possibly hear us. We are in the front row but our voices are drowned out by the crowd. They seem to like Louis too.

I smile in admiration as Louis prances around the field, high-fiving his teammates. I like seeing him this way. He's all excited and I can tell this is his passion easily by the look on his face.

The crowd slowly begins to sit down, but I'm the last one standing, still chanting Louis' name.

The game ends in 2-4. Louis' team wins. He laughs with his teammates and I can see him searching for us in the crowd. His face brightens as we lock eyes. I push past people giving me mean looks and run down onto the field with Louis.

"We did it Harry!" Louis beams. I give him a high-five.

"After the game we all were going to go eat, would you like to join us?" I want to hug him but I don't know if he wants me to.

"I don't know.... I don't want to intrude."

Louis smacks my arm. "Don't be stupid Harry. Everyone's bringing someone."

I laugh. "Okay."

I wait patiently as Louis wraps things up with his teammates. Will and Aaron are nowhere to be seen.

Louis finally turns to me and grins wildly. "I have to change and get my things, come on." He takes my hand and leads me across the field and into a large locker room.

I can't help but to notice the beads of sweat on Louis' forehead. He's breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He's stunning.

Louis drags me through the smelly locker room and stops on front of a locker. I lean against the lockers and cross my arms lazily. Louis pulls out the pair of clothes he was wearing earlier and turns to me.