my angel l.s

chapter #8

[edited, reread it]

"so, have you ever played soccer before?" louis asks as they step in the sunlight, it being a bit chilly. harry rubs his arms, then looks at louis.

"in gym class, yeah. but anything out of school, no i haven't. i'm horrible at it, according to my gym teacher." louis notices him feeling chilly, taking his adidas jacket out of his bag.

"she was, i'm sorry for saying this, but she was an absolute witch!" harry covers his mouth, not even believing he said that. "oh my gosh, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to-" harry stops talking, louis wrapping the jacket around him snugly.

"there you go, i noticed you were cold." harry blushes, "but, it's fine harry. a witch isn't the worst thing i've heard." louis walks over to the cart of soccer balls.

"thanks, it's kinda chilly." harry's small arms go into the arm holes, slipping in and louis smiles at him, gesturing to follow.

"here, let's pass to each other okay?" harry nods and scoots back a few feet. louis softly kicks it to harry, and when harry tries to kick the green soccer ball, he falls on his back, letting out a shoot.

louis holds back his laugh, walking over to him. "you okay angel?" harry looks up at louis, pouting.

"that ball is evil!" louis chuckles, then harry reaches his arm up. "soccer is so hard and difficult, walking in a straight line and turning is easier." louis grabs his small hand, helping him up. harry rises up quickly, falling into his chest, which makes louis stumble, falling back on the fake green grass.

when harry fell, his lips were placed in the corner of his lips. harry keeps in the same position, very confused for a few seconds. his lips move a bit, then he realizes they're on louis.

louis.

his crush.

he blushes darkly, pulling away from louis. opening his eyes, he sees louis looking at him and he gets off quickly, getting up and looking away from him, very embarrassed.

"i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry, oh my gosh." harry apologizes immediately, and louis pinches his cheek, not wanting him to worry about it.

"it's fine harry, um i'm going to get the ball alright?" louis goes to get the ball, and harry sighs, feeling tears go to his eyes but he stops them, not wanting to be a crybaby.
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"so, the game is about to start soon, here is where you'll be." louis leads him to the sidelines, and looks at him. "if you feel like standing for the whole thing, but if you don't you can go to the bench and sit." harry smiles, nodding at him.

"okay, i'll just stand up-"

"tomlinson! come over here!" his coach calls, and louis pouts at harry.

"i'll be back at half time okay?" harry nods and louis smiles at him, starting to jog away but harry calls him to stop.

"go kick some butt out there!" louis chuckles, then runs to his team. harry sighs, and looks away, knowing how much he screwed up their friendship or whatever this is.

it's all his fault.
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so far, its second quarter and it's kind of boring.

kind of because sweaty louis is hot to harry and also soccer louis is hot to him.

every louis is hot to him, really.

as harry watched, louis started running, going after the ball and someone tripped him, louis falling on his face.

harry frowns at it, but louis gets up quickly, continuing his movements which makes harry smile.

if harry ever fell at his show, he would run off and cry for days.

louis is a pretty brave guy, he thought.

-

when louis went out, he walked over to harry and stood by him, looking at him.

"soo..?" harry jumps, not realizing he was there.

"jesus, i didn't see you." louis laughs. "but, if you're asking for my opinion, i give you an a."

"a? why just an a?" harry giggles.

"no, i mean you're doing great louis." he smiles at him, and louis smiles back.

"tomlinson!" louis sighs, starting to walk to his coach.

"i'll be right back, cheer for me, yeah?" harry nods, and louis flashes a smile, then runs to the field.

-

harry watches louis, seeing his long legs, toned as harry would describe, run quickly to the ball. he smiles, seeing louis running with it and shouts "go louis!".

louis' lips go in a smile, even in his concentrated state, hearing harry cheer him on.

impress him, his instinct told him.

why? louis thought, looking around to see who to pass to.

you just gotta. louis goes with his instinct, deciding to make a goal by himself. he runs with the ball quickly, managing to get past their players.

he hears louder and louder cheers as he gets closer to the net.

as he gets closer to the net, his leg swings back, and kicks the ball, it making a goal. a pretty perfect one too.

"and louis tomlinson, just got the winning goal!" the announcer yells in the mic and everyone cheers loudly, his team running to him. harry smiles, watching him and starts walking to him.

people start patting him on the back and hugging, cheering loudly and harry watches how his face looks so happy, loving every moment of it.

"good job lou!" harry cheers, going for a high five louis when he gets to him. louis looks down, seeing his hand and high fives him, honestly wanting a hug but can obviously feel the awkwardness between the two.

"thanks, harry."