Moonlight || larry

Night thirteen

Harry went to Louis' soccer game today. He sat in the back, scared Louis would be mad if he saw him.

He loves watching Louis play. He looks so good in his jersey, sweating and panting as he runs after the ball.

Yeah. Harry likes that a lot.

He looks out his window and Louis' light is out. He's still not home from the game. Harry sighs and runs a hand through his curls.

He's dressed for his "date" with Nick tonight. He doesn't want to go, but he doesn't want his mom even more mad at him.

"Harry," Anne calls and Harry groans.

"Coming," he grumbles and he rushes out of his room. His mom is at the end of the stairs. She frowns when she sees him.

"You're not very dressed up," she pouts and Harry shrugs.

"I don't want to go. Why would I dress up?" he rebuttals and Anne gives him an annoyed look.

"You'll have fun," she promises and Harry just agrees because arguing is pointless.

He hears a knock at the door and his mother smiles. She opens the door and Nick is standing there with a big smile and Harry tries to not laugh at his still black eye.

Louis' eye is almost back to normal and Nicks still looks sore.

"Hello, Anne," Nick greets her.

"Hi, sweetheart," she replies and Harry rolls his eyes. Why couldn't his mom be like this with Louis?

"We're going," Harry dismisses and he walks out the door dragging Nick with him.

"Someone's eager," Nick says and Harry turns to him shapely.

"This is not a date. We're friends," Harry tells him and Nick gives him an evil smirk.

"Why can't it be a date? You are single now," Nick reminds him and Harry can feel his heart start to ache.

Just then a car pulls into the driveway and Louis, Liam and Niall pile out of the car.

Louis looks their way and stops dead in his tracks. Nick and Harry are standing close together and Nick is dressed up. Are they like a thing now?

Harry makes eye contact with Louis, but he can't read his face. Harry wants to run over and kiss him, but he can't. And that hurts.

"Let's go, Harry," Nick instructs and Harry follows like a robot. Nick opens the door for him and Harry slides in, hating the way Louis' eyes watch him.

"Got a problem, Tomlinson?" Nick asks and Harrys eyes snap up. Nick has the door open, but he's standing outside it watching Louis.

"Yeah. You," Louis replies. His voice is cold and scary. Nick pauses for a split second because he's kind of scared of Louis.

"Well solve it. I have a date to attend to," He smirks and both Louis and Harry know he said it to get to Louis.

"You're an asshole," Louis spits and Nicks smirk grows.

"Maybe, but I won. He's mine. He left you and thank god for that. Me and you both know you're no good for him," Nick taunts and Louis balls his fists at his side. He wants to punch Nick in his smug face.

Niall quickly grabs Louis seeing where this is going and Harry jumps out of the car.

"Shut up, Nick. Get in the car and shut up," Harry tells him and Nick turns to him and shrugs.

"If that's what you want, babe," he says and Harry feels sick at the pet name.

Louis lunges forward, but Niall holds him tight. He can feel his anger grow and he doesn't want to watch Harry get in the car.