Game day finally came around and both Louis and Harry were tense and nervous. The two ex-best friends were finally going to face each other in a football game that was going to change both of their lives.
"I'm gonna see Louis again. I'm really gonna see Louis again." Harry muttered to himself. Harry tossed and turned so much in bed, the morning of the game. The duvet shifted so much it finally fell on the floor. Harry broke into a cold sweat from the low temperature and anxiety. Harry was shaken out of bed by Gemma.
"Harry, I know you're nervous, but you gotta play this game. It's your only chance to talk to Louis again," Harry knew Gemma was right, but he loathed having to try to talk to his best mate with whom he knew his feelings were definitely not platonic.
Across the River Thames, slept another restless football player. Louis couldn't sleep all night. Even though he knew it would totally screw up his normal routine, sleep just wasn't an option. Louis' eyes were constantly open, when he finally gave in and got up, out of bed. He paced around his room in circles. Louis got dizzy from continuously walking in circles and went down to the makeshift gym.
After two hours of working out, you would think any normal person would be able to get some sleep. Louis was not normal then, he stayed up til the sun had finally made its way into the sky. Louis was getting stressed out, hours, minutes and seconds ticked by and game time came closer and closer. Louis was getting back into his bad habits and started biting his nails. He was so vigorous, you would think he hadn't had any teeth left either.
"Louis! My star! How are you my boy?" Coach rumbled into Louis' room making Louis groan from his lack of sleep and high intake of nails.
"Terrible, Coach. I am so sorry. I couldn't sleep a wink last night." Louis replied.
"I thought I heard someone last night. Was that you Louis?"
"Yeah it was, just a little stressed for the game."
"You're not usually like this Louis? Is there anything you want to tell me?
"No, it's fine. I have nothing to say." and with that, Coach left and the conversation ended.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?" Louis sighed.
*half an hour to game time*
"Okay boys, you ready?" the coach of Chelsea needed to make sure his boys won this game. Everyone nodded with certainty except Harry.
Back in the away team change rooms, there Louis sat in a hidden corner. With only half an hour til the game starts, the rest of his team were freaking out everywhere looking for him.
"He's over here!" one of the team members called, "What the hell is wrong with you mate? First you stay up all night, then you're in a corner rocking back and forth like a baby." By then everyone else had come and all Louis could do was shake his head crazily.
"I don't wanna play. I can't play." Louis stuttered out.
"What do you mean you can't play? You're one of our best players." Coach tried convincing Louis, even the rest of the team nodded in agreement. Louis liked that his mates had faith in him and didn't wanna treat them badly over a stupid high school crush.
Louis and his teammates ran out onto the field from one side and Harry and his crew ran out from the other. Looking out into the crowded stadium, Louis was awestruck. Then his eyes laid on him. Harry. And Harry was looking right back at him. What felt like eternity was only a minute, when Harry was pulled from his position to gather with his team. Louis looked to his teammates who were calling at him to come over.
After team chats, both teams were pumped and ready for the game. Everyone positioned themselves, Harry and Louis in the centre. Neither could resist looking into each others piercing eyes until the sound of the whistle blew.
The first half of the game went pretty smoothly for both teams, scoring a goal each. The second half didn't go as well. After being on the same field as Louis for around an hour, Harry began to get a little flustered whenever attempting to steal the ball back. Harry was running across the wet grass, dribbling the ball between his feet. Louis' team defense got pretty tight and Harry passed to one of his teammates.
As Harry's teammate got closer to the goal, he ran along with him. He saw Louis running towards him.
"Weird game plan... Okay then" Harry thought nothing of Louis coming towards him, until they smashed into each other, chest to chest, Louis' arms wrapped tightly around Harry's torso. The audience gasped as the two boys ran into each other but when they broke apart from their two second hug/clash, the attention was back on the ball. Harry's wasn't though, and neither was Louis'.
The rest of the game was a blur, ending in Manchester City winning. Everyone was shaking hands and Louis dreaded having to face Harry again. "Harry hates me, he fucking hates me." Louis mumbled to himself just as reached Harry. Harry overheard him and took Louis' hand.
"I don't hate you Louis. I love you Boobear."
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