Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)

t w e n t y - e i g h t

I kick the ball as hard as I possibly can past Niall and Liam, into the goal. And score!

I do a victory dance, considering the fact that I beat the both of them, just myself. I laugh and do the decent thing after a game and shake their hands.

"Good game." I say, on the edge of laughter.

"Easy for you to say." Niall mumbles, pulling his hand away. Niall has always been a sore loser.

And if you're wondering why we're suddenly talking to Liam, he didn't really seem to get along well with his new friend group so Niall has befriended him since 'I spend too much time with Harry.'

I am against the thought of that. I mean, I texting him about a week ago.

Ok maybe I haven't been hanging out with him as often.

Anyways, for now, he's gone and befriended Liam, which I don't mind because Liam's a cool guy. Very down to earth but still a kind person. Niall introduced me yesterday and we all went out for coffee.

If you're wondering, Harry's sitting there in a skirt over his jeans and pretending he is a cheerleader for me because he can't be bothered getting his beautiful ass up to play.

He started whooping very loudly when I won and I start laughing my head off.

"WOOOO! GO TOMLINSON! BEAT THAT WHITE KID'S FLAT ASS WITH YOUR KIM K FIGURE! WOOOOOOO! I KNEW YOU WERE THE QUEEN OF SOCCER!" He yells when Niall and I are randomly kicking the ball around, for no apparent reason.

I kick the ball out of Niall's dribble to the other side of the oval and he sighs, deciding I would never run to get it, and goes to get it himself.

"WOOOOOO! LOUIS KICK THE BALLS! KICK EM HARD!" Harry screams, realising how dirty that sounded. "I DON'T MEAN IT THAT WAY!"

Luckily no one else is on the field watching Harry go crazy like a lunatic.

He is now attempting to cartwheel, using water bottles as pom poms.

And ouch, he fell on his butt.

I run up to try and help him and he takes my hand while getting up, rubbing his sore little bum.

"Louisssss." He whines, falling back down again and trying to do a forward roll this time, but actually doing it this time. "Yay!"

"Harry are you drunk off the amount of orange juice you drank?" I ask, while wiping off a huge chunk of sweat off my forehead.

"Maybe!" He says innocently as I chuckle at how he acts like such a kid even though he's nearly double the height of me.

I stand on my tippy toes and reach up to lock my lips onto his. He doesn't reject for the first few seconds but then quickly shoves me off.

"Ew you're so sweaty." Harry says and that just gives me the idea to mess with him even more. I wrap my whole sweaty body around him and he shrieks. "Get it off! You smell like dog shit!" He pushes me off frantically and I laugh.

I try to chase him around exclaiming that I'm the 'sweat monster' and he runs around like some child being chased by his older sibling. I can't help but laugh at how he managed to get hyper off all the orange juice.

Once I manage to get tired from the amount that I ran during soccer, Harry gets away and does a victory dance, shaking his bum which also leads to his skirt going flying around in the air and eventually falls off his legs.

He should be happy that he was wearing his jeans under that.

"My dignity!" Harry says, covering up his... parts... and pretending that he didn't have any jeans on underneath. "Don't look at me!"

He quickly pulled up his skirt with a face of fake horror and then let himself be happy again, immediately dancing around again.

A few flying leaps and ballet turns later, Harry has finally run out of energy and plops to the ground in a dramatic style.

"Is he always like this?" Liam asks, pulling his bag over his shoulder.

"I don't know, ask Louis, he seems to always be hanging out with him." Niall says, a little bit bitterly but I shrug it off.

"Nah he's just a bit high on sugar right now." I comment and Liam nods his head, sort of sceptically at the fact that it's almost impossible to get this high on sugar.

"Actually, proven by scientific studies, sugar doesn't make you hyper. The idea of being hyper does." Harry comments from the background and I roll my eyes, pulling my bag over my shoulder too.

After a while, we make it back to the car and Niall asks to talk privately with me. It's obviously to do with me 'avoiding him' and only talking to Harry.

"Ok, Louis, be honest. I know there's something going on between you and Harry. And you're sorta avoiding me so, spill." Niall says firmly. I look over my shoulder and see Harry, chatting to Liam about something or the other.

"Well, uh, after that date, I kinda asked him to be my boyfriend and then my parents kicked me out and my life's been pretty busy, so that's why I've not been texting you." I answer, not giving very descriptive details.

"Ok sure." Niall says, obviously not believing it all, even though I didn't lie. We both walk back to the other 2 and decide that we should all be getting home now. Liam goes with Niall and I go with Harry.

Since Harry's already driving, we decide to crash at my place tonight, seeing as though Harry's going to have to get used to the place he's gonna stay in during college.

I seriously still can't believe that.

By the time we get back home, the sun is already setting and the stars are slowly starting to twinkle, one by one.

Wow, that was deeper than I've ever gone before........

That's what he said.

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triple update???!!! :OOOOOOOOO