"Harry, wake up." It was now morning, and Harry had to be at the field in an hour, giving him enough time to shower, get dressed, and eat breakfast.
"Oomph." Harry grumbled as the little fingers poked at his chest.
"Harry, you have to be at work in an hour, and the field isn't all that close." Harry repeated his previous gesture and tightened his blanket around himself.
"I'll wake up when I wanna wake up."
"Harry, if you're late for work, your coach won't be too pleased. Get up." Harry turned to the other side to avoid Louis' pestering.
"Harry, if you don't get up right now, I'll kick you off."
"You aren't gonna-" he ended the sentence with a scream as he felt Louis' foot jab into the small of his back and he fell to the floor with a thud.
"You have to wake up. And I still have to go to the studio to get the commercial revised. And I have to look more professional than this."
"What's wrong with what you're wearing?"
"A boxer briefs are not meant to be worn outside."
"Alright, I'll get up, but let me take that picture of you. Get into a position you want to use and I'll try to make it quick." Louis giggled and lay on his side, with one arm under the pillows and the other under his noticeable pregnant belly. Rather than a smile, he used the same melancholy expression he used in most of his shots. He was a natural at this.
"Beautiful. Just like that." Harry snapped dozens of pictures on his 5s, ranging from his stomach to is entirety. By the time Harry thought he had enough pictures he ushered Louis up and sat down next to him.
"Pick the ones you want in a collage whilst I wash up. Then you can and we can head the fields."
"I already washed up whilst you were asleep. And how many of these did you take?"
"I don't know, a lot?" Louis rolled his eyes and proceeded to pick his favorites. This was gonna take a while.
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They did it, they uploaded the collage to Twitter. Not only five minutes ago and people were already asking questions. Some hate was received, but not enough to ruin their days. In fact, they got a lot less hate than they thought they would.
Now Louis was sitting on the bench with other players, watching Harry practice. He got a few smiles from them and the coach.
"I hope you know you're all Harry talks about. Never shuts up about you. Never seen him so happy though. Not even from the time we won the world cup."
"Really?"
"Yeah, even mentioned how cute you looked in his clothes, which I have to agree. He's much bigger in contrast to you."
"Thanks, I've always been small."
"I see, and let me tell you. He's never played better than he has with you around. He's great, but ever since you two got together, he's been exceptional."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and sure it gets annoying hearing him talk about how adorable your sneeze is. But I'm glad he isn't moping." Louis blushed wildly. Harry talked about the smallest things about him.
"Yeah, I like seeing him happy."
"Oh, and I've been meaning to ask one of you. What was that collage about? Rather intimate, don't you think?"
"There's a deeper meaning to the pictures. You have to look closely."
"He took a few of your stomach. Does it have anything to do with that?"
