Day by Day

Lucky Racquet

"You are so conceited thinking that you're gonna beat us. Think again, Styles." I point my racquet at him like a gun.

"We will destroy you."

Today I signed up for a tortuous yet fun activity. I'm playing tennis, doubles. Liam is my partner, the other team is Harry and Sophia. I brought my lucky racquet. Harry and I are standing on the tennis court, waiting for Liam and Sophia.

"Wanna bet?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Okay, what do you want to bet?" He crosses his arms over his chest, only the net of the court separating us.

"If Liam and I win we will only have sex when I say so and you have to wash my clothes, dry them, fold them and place them on our closet for a whole month."

"Hey that's a lot. Pick the sex thing or the clothes thing, not both."

"Hey", I say throwing my arms in defense, "you're the one that said you two would destroy me and Liam remember? Where's that confidence pony boy?"

I've been calling him pony boy ever since his hair is so long he can do his hair in a ponytail. He hates it when I call him pony boy, but it's fun for me. Besides, he makes fun of me all the time.

"Okay fine but if Sophia and I win...", he stops for a second, thinking his words, "we will only have sex when I say so and you have to wash my dishes and hand dry them, for a whole month." His mouth plays a smug smile.

"Fine, deal." We shake hands. When I try to pull away my hand he pulls me towards him, our hands still connected. Harry's lips crash on mine and he kisses me hard. "You're going down", he says against my lips. I pull apart and reply, "we'll see." I start walking opposite of where he is standing and Liam comes out, into the court.

"Okay we have to win this because I made a bet with Harry and if we lose I'll hate you and me forever."

"Great, more pressure, I never should've agreed to this. And I suck at tennis."

"What?! Harry told me you are great!"

"Yeah, he played you. I suck. I'm great at football though."

"What?! That motherfucker!" I give Liam my racquet and walk to the middle of the court and stand against the net. Harry is standing with Sophia discussing something. Probably how to kick mine and Liam's ass.

"Harry come here!" He turns around and with a smug look on his face we walks towards me. We stand directly in front of each other, faces only inches away and the net separating our legs. His arms are crossed over his chest and a smirk is plastered on his gorgeous face.

" 'Liam's great! You'll love playing with him!' ", I mock Harry's voice and accent. "Really?! You are such a cheater, you said Liam is great at tennis and he just told me otherwise! The bet is off!"

"No", he says poking my nose with his finger, "bet is not off. And I just said Liam is great, I never said he is great at tennis." I want to slap his smirk away. It's not funny.

"Technicalities. It's like I'm playing alone against you two. Not fair. But we'll still kick your ass and Sophia's."

"We'll see baby. I've heard Sophia is a small version of Serena Williams so... just have that in mind. And me, I'm awesome."

"You will pay for this. When Liam and I win I'll get to decide when we have sex and let me tell you there's a dry spell coming your way Harry." I poke his chest, pushing him back and threaten him.

"I love it when you get angry, it's hot." His smile grows.

"Ugh I hate you", I say and turn around to meet Liam. "And I love you! When Sophia and I win, I'll use so many dishes, you'll have to keep up with me!"

***

"Okay Liam we got this. You've watched tennis on tv right? Just hit the ball as hard as you can and... Well yeah, hit it as hard as you can."

"Yeah, I know a little bit." He assures me. I'm sure Liam is not bad, he just doesn't play tennis or watch it as often as Harry and that's it.

We can do this.

***

"Yes!" I scream into the air as Liam picks me up over his shoulder and runs around the court, displaying our win on Harry and Sophia's faces.

They won the first set and Liam and I won the second and third set.

Liam and I are laughing as he puts me on the floor. We high five each other. "Thank you Liam Payne for not sucking today!" I hug him hard as Harry and Sophia approach us.

"Great jobs guys!" Sophia congratulates us as bitter Harry stands behind her.

"Congratulations, great job!" Harry says and I can sense his sarcastic tone. He lost the bet.

After a while we hop on Harry's car and arrive home. I didn't make fun of him or anything. But I will tease him. We get to the kitchen and prepare some quick sandwiches. We're sitting on the kitchen counter eating them.

"If you would've won, I'd be washing that", I point to his plate.

"Shut up." I laugh at his bitterness, stand up and walk towards him.

"Hey... It's just a silly game", I push his sweaty hair back from his forehead, "if you want we can reduce the bet from a month to... three weeks."

His arms go around my waist, hugging me from his stool. "I thought you would say to avoid the bet at all."

I laugh at him. "Never, I get a free laundry service for three weeks and I have total control of our sex life starting today." I lean down and kiss his temple as I move to the sink to wash my plate. He stands up and follows me to the sink, standing directly behind me. I finish and he steps closer to wash his plate.

As he does that I rest my body against the cabinets and cross my arms against my chest. He finishes his taks and turns around looking at me, drying his hands with a towel.

I smirk at him and he smirks back at me. I grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and then I throw the sweaty shirt to Harry. I lands on his face and he grabs it with his hand.

"I'm gonna need you to wash that please. And also this." I start to take off my tight track pants and once I'm done I throw them to Harry as well. So now I stand only in my underwear in the kitchen.

"You are torturing me, aren't you?"

I smirk at him. "Maybe, depends on how you take it. Oh, and may I remind you that we're going to have sex only when I say so. You want your dry spell to start now or save it for the last week?"

"I'll save it for the last week." Harry's not even finished saying that when I see my clothes fall to the floor and his arms around my body, his lips on mine as he sits me on the counter and he stands in front of me. His lips move to my neck as his hand tangles in my hair and pulls my head to the side, giving him more access.

"Harry..."

"Shut up."

"Harry..."

"What?!" He stops all his movements and looks at me straight into my eyes.

"Who told you we are going to have sex?" I smile at him.

He lets me go and turns around, his hands immediately brushing his face down in frustration. "Shit, are you kidding me?! You get me all worked up for nothing?! Really?! That's mean! Even from you!"

I smile at him and grab a hold of his arm. "I was kidding." My hand on the back of his head pulls him to my lips as he unclasps my bra.

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