Find You There (Fanfic Version)

Six

I stare at the empty field, waiting for Louis and Runner as I let myself run the images of how close I was yesterday to be accounted for as 'kissing.'

The finest details, I can easily spell out.

Harry is wearing a sky blue shirt with dark blue shorts and white shoes, of course with that beautiful necklace around his neck. That might actually be the only part of him that I really find very interesting and somehow I wanted it for no reason.

Moving on to the scene, my lips were more or less six inches apart from his. Yes, I was staring at him. Yes, we were standing very closely but no, I did not kiss him. Even from a distance, no one would mistake it for that.

Apparently, people just love having someone to talk about. I don't blame them for it since it's what makes this boring life go but honestly, it can get too much sometimes.

I blink, still staring at the image as I usually see it in front of me like I'm watching a film.

I did not look at Harry's eyes, I remember just staring at his lips until I pinch his right arm, just above the elbow.

"It's either they're blind or they just don't know the difference between kissing and standing too close," I mutter and look over to Madelaine.

Madz is playing with her phone and then she licks her lips as she looks over to me. "Oh, don't bother with those ratty chickenpoxes, as far as we're concerned, that didn't happen. And your boyfriend does not believe it."

Well, that's why they became my best friends in the first place. Last year may be my worst but at least I got out with them since they're the ones who got the heat the same as I did and we never believed the rumors about each other so, one thing led to another.

"What on earth were you doing here, by the way?" She asks rapidly, her accent really showing itself easily. "And why were you standing with him?"

"We were kind of uh, playing," I answer, Runner and Louis are already in the field, with Harry and they seem to be talking very seriously.

"Is it just me, or Taylor actually said she and Mr. Italiano were playing?" Micha asks, appearing from behind us. "Hey kitties!" And then she greets.

"He's not Italian, he's English," Madz says in a tone that only lacks the three words, for your information. . . "And yes, she did say, play."

"Playing what, exactly?" Micha asks and looks at her seat, "Rusty," she mutters while her nose twitches. She dusts off a bit of the seat and then sits down.

"Soccer," I answer. "It's sort of the first time I've played with him and uh, bad luck."

"But why were you playing with him?" Now it's Madz who asks me.

"I wanted to know how good he is at it," I answer. "He's good."

"Can I take him on?" She asks and smiles prettily.

"Try him," I say. "Hey, Louis!" I yell.

Louis looks from the field. He excuses himself and jogs towards the lowest seat of the bleachers while I walk towards him.

"Yes?" He asks.

"Play a fair game, Madz and him against you and Runner."

He shrugs, "Alright." He looks up at the bleachers. "Hey, Maddie! Come down here, will ya, cousin?"

Madz proudly stands up and smiles, touching her hair that is styled in a bun over her head. Oh, how she enjoys a lovely game.

"Good luck, kitten," I say and she smiles at me. And then Madz goes on ahead to the field while I am still looking down at Louis.