Smile at a Stranger (1D/ Niall)

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Louis's POV            

My hands slip on the wet white post of the futbol goal we are trying to move.  "Sh*t!  Louis!"  Niall yells at me.  I quickly pick up the part of the goal I just dropped. 

            "Sorry.  It's wet."  I mumble as we continue moving it onto the turf field.  Summer stands there 'supervising' us. 

            "This way more."  She directs us to go left.  I slowly walk towards Liam.  This thing is heavier than it looks. "Ok!  Right there.  Drop it!"  I do as she says. 

            "Louis!"  Liam yells.  "She didn't mean literally."  Liam and Niall slowly set down the rest of the goal down.  

            "Sorry."  I mumble again.  Summer should be more specific. 

            "Summer!"  Zayn calls from up in the stands.  "It won't open!"

            "Told you to lift it up then hit it!"  She yells back.  I start walking to her.  The little tire chucks are in my shoes already.  And I note to self, don't fall on turf.  It hurts. 

            You can hear Harry and Zayn pester the door to the announcer box.  Summer said the door unlocks easily, and we can play music over the loud speaker. 

            "It doesn't work!"  Harry shouts back annoyed.

"Ugh."  Summer grunts then starts running at a slow pace to the fence surrounding the field.  She looks quite athletic from what we have seen.  Liam said she was wearing soccer or work out clothes this morning. 

I look to Niall who is now standing next to me.  He is staring at her.  "Why yah staring at Summer, Ni?"  I ask as if I didn't already know. 

He shakes his head when he realizes he is caught.  "I...I wasn't."  A smirk comes on my face.  He knows what this means.  "Louis don't you dare!" 

I have already taken off in her direction.  And by the sound of it, Niall is chasing after me. 

Summer just got to the fence and so easily jumps it.  Then she starts climbing the stands as if she had done it a million times.   She really is fit.

I semi hesitate to jump the fence.  It looks pointy at the top, but what the h*ll, am I right?  It actually was pretty easy.  It looked higher.  Now those blenchers.  I skip a step every time I put my foot down.  Hopefully Niall isn't gaining on me.

I slow down when I get to Summer, Harry, and Zayn. 

"Wow Lou.  That was fast."  Harry looks at me questioningly. 

His curls shine from the sun, which makes me wonder if Summer has fallen in love with one of us yet.  Not sounding cocky, but pretty much every fan we met ends up becoming romantically attached to one of the boys.  And Harry has that affect on girls.  But who can blame them?  Harry is an attractive lad.

And if you are raising an eyebrow at me, let me explain.  Harry is my best friend.  I'm allowed to call him attractive and hot and anything else I want to. 

"Thanks, Harry."  I pat him on the back for the compliment. 

Niall comes crashing into me.  Thankfully we both stay balanced.  Summer doesn't seem to notice because she just tells Zayn to move away from the door, nicely.

"Ok now move."  Zayn steps aside.  She turns the handle upward with both hands.  Then she shoves her right hip under the handle and slams her whole body into the door.  And the whole time being completely graceful.  Don't know how she accomplished that.  There was a weird clicking sound.  She takes a step back and pulls the door open with ease.