Summer's Kiss (Larry Stylinson)

Summer's Kiss ; Chapter 13

My feet impale the ground, the grass crunches and my weight as it crumbles under my weight. I shiver from the down, but delight in the satisfying sound. The moist air tingles against my skin, and I deeply inhale. My honey coated orbs soon find themselves zeroing in onto the wooden swing which hung ever so limply amongst the array of grasses. Though it feels as if I had strutted along this place a thousand times, this football field appears to have sprung from the dirt that my feet had worn down. I let my fingers carress the grass, gently plucking a few strands of avocado green grass, entwining them in my fingers for a split second, before flicking them back onto the field, a smile easing onto my face.

But not long after serenity had completely enveloped me, a pair of masculine arms decided to wrap themselves around my waist. As his minty breath crashed against my skin, it slightly trembled before finding warmth in it, and my body subconsciously leant further into him. 

"How was football practice?" I hummed, as I released myself from his hold.

"You were here the whole time, Haz." Louis rolled his eyes, sarcasm radiating off his every cell.

"Fine, don't answer." I joked, as I nudged him slightly.

I heard Louis exaggeratedly sigh beside me and let a chuckle escape his lips before beginning to speak. "Coach said I've been playing better than before, not that I don't play amazing football already."

"You're so full of yourself, Tomlinson." I coughed, not so subtly. I stared back at Louis, only to be faced with a prolonged silence as Louis' mouth just hung agape, soon enough we both burst out into a hysterical fit of laughter, prancing and rolling on the grass.

These past two weeks spent with Louis was simply enchanting. I never once could comprehend how my brother could be friends with such a prick, but now I guess I knew. Louis William Tomlinson, if one had asked my opinion on him in the past, I would have lambasted out all the profanities in the English dictionary to describe him but now, you could say my attitude towards him had taken a complete 360 degrees turn. On the outside, Louis protrays himself as a sturdy wall, one incapable of feeling compassion for others, but peel away the outerlayer and the true him appears right before your very eyes. Call it miraculous, call it unviable but underneath, he truly was a respectable, caring and intelligent being. Who knew? Obviously not me.

Louis and I had almost done everything together, since he had admitted he wasn't the slightest bit of a homophobe. If anyone saw us, they'd probably think I was the best friend instead of Liam. Our friendship was brooding deeper and deeper by the day, and I wasn't sure if I could keep the cat in the bag any longer. Sometimes, I'd find myself contemplating coming out of the closet, but then my family's disapproving looks would etch themselves clearly in my head and I would instantly cringe at that. The hurt, the betrayal, the disappointment from my family I couldn't bear that.

But somehow, being in the close proximity of Louis, everything seemed to fall into place. Maybe I could risk telling him? I sighed, quickly dismissing the thought.

"What's wrong Haz?" Louis' gentle voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back into reality.

"It's nothing." I smiled innocently at him. Definitely not going back into those depressing thoughts again, I reminded myself.