The ball came skipping over to me and I stopped it with my foot. I kicked it right back to Louis. The ball left the ground and he let it hit him in the chest before it fell to the ground.
The two of us had been kicking the soccer ball around for about 15 minutes now. I was outside by myself and then Louis came around.
“Hey Lydia, what are you doing?” he had asked. I looked up to see him walking towards me. He was wearing a plain white shirt, light gray sweatpants, and a dark gray beanie. I smiled when I saw him.
“Not much. Just trying to keep myself occupied,” I said as I kicked the ball over to him. I was getting stir crazy on the bus but I didn’t want to walk by the screaming girls quite yet so I just decided to play around behind the bus.
“Do you play football at home?” he asked.
I nodded. “I played for about 12 years but I messed my knee up and it got a lot harder to play.”
Louis kicked the ball back over to me in the air and I headed it back over. He warmly smiled at my action. I had a feeling he was happy to have somebody else to play soccer, or “football” with since I knew how often he played. Thank you Tumblr for all those Louis soccer pictures. I had been spending more time with him and Liam lately, if I wasn’t with Harry. Niall was usually eating or playing guitar somewhere and Zayn was usually asleep.
“Hey Louis,” I said. “Is Eleanor going to come visit?” He kicked the ball back to me.
“Yeah, she’s going to fly out for a little bit while her uni is on break. She’ll be able to catch some shows.”
I nodded and noticed how much softer his tone got when he talked about her, replacing his playful sarcastic remarks. From being on tour for a while I’ve come to know who the boys truly were. Louis was completely mischievous and wasn’t really ever totally serious, unless it came to his family, Eleanor, or when they were running behind. He was always up for making me laugh or a good prank. Zayn was as mysterious as people thought but was also a very passionate person. Whenever I was feeling creative, I would go to him and we’d just feed off of each other’s ideas. One day I was feeling very inspired and had jotted down some small poetry and phrases that had been bouncing around in my mind. I went to Zayn and he spray painted this really cool mural on a large sheet of white fabric, using some of the words I had written down. I also had never met another person who wanted to sleep as much as him, besides me possibly. Niall was always hungry and always happy. He was definitely a positive person to be around. He tended to come around for breakfast more than anybody else, except maybe Harry. Liam was so sweet and I already felt like he was like an older brother to me. He was always there to greet me with a smile and hug and I felt very safe with him. Then there was Harry. He was so charming and had this boyish grin that always made my heart skip…skip, skip a beat. As dorky or clumsy he could be, he also had this ability to turn the sexy on whenever and be completely irresistible. He’s definitely bringing sexy back. One minute he’d be running into a door, then he’d turn around with those dimples on his face and run his fingers through his hair, laughing at his actions. Onstage he was always going 100% and knew exactly how to get all the girls going. His smile was so breathtaking and his energy was just something that I wanted to be around. He made me feel strong but when he smiled at me, those butterflies would go crazy. It really was not good for my well-being.
“She’s very pretty,” I said to Louis, referring to his stunning girlfriend.
“Yeah, she’s quite fit,” he said with a smile. “Do you have a boyfriend back home?”
