Flaws

Chapter 4

We walked out into the brisk October air. I wore baggy grey sweatpants and a Rovers jumper with my ugly black glasses. I didn't know what to expect walking out to my back yard to teach Harry footie but it defiantly was not what happened.

Harry looked as perfect just as he did yesterday. With his curly curls and his tight black skinnies and a button up patterned blouse that wasn't buttoned all the way up. He had those old faded brown boots that he wore yesterday. I don't know how he was planning on kicking a ball in those but who was I to judge I didn't even bother to put on shoes.

I picked up the ball and placed it in front of me. "erm... Ok uh so you want to kick with the inside of your foot" I said showing him and kicking it over to Harry.

"Like this?" He said kicking the ball a little to Hard so it went flying to the left.

I slumped over to retrieve it, "almost." I mumbled. "Try again softer this time."

He tried again and it was quiet a decent pass.

We practiced more passing the ball back and forth back and forth. Getting farther and farther apart. We were now completely on opposite sides of my yard and kicking the ball quiet hard. I passed the ball to Harry and thought. Wow. this is representing a lot. Me and Harry as from all I know are so different and on opposite sides of the life spectrum. I was small and quiet. Harry was tall and boisterous. I faded in while Harry stood out. We where so distant. Yet we had one thing in common. The only thing that I could think of that we could have in common and I could be completely wrong. But that thing in common was music. From the very few things I knew about this Harry styles was that we both liked bastille. That was the only way the only thing! I could think of that we had in common. Unless all the theories where right and opposites attract.... I was just getting deep into thought when a red and white football came hurling at me and hit me in the face.

I stumbled and fell on my back. Clutching my face that was throbbing in pain. If Harry kicked that then damn he had a strong kick. But Damn he had horrible aim.

I was soon ocoppinied by Harry rushing over.

"Owwjwjjwjughhhhhhh." I groaned in pain.

"CRAP CRAP CRAP! LOUIS IM so sorry. Oh no I'm so so so sos so sos so so sorry." Harry cried kneeling next to me and propping my head up on his bent knees.

"S'okOWay." I said rubbing my still throbbing face.

"no no no. This is not ok I just kicked you in the face and you collapsed! Crap I'm such a bad person! What do you want me to do?! Uh I should bring you inside and get you some ice and lay you down uncase you hurt your head when you fell. Ugh oh shit I'm so sorry Louis." Harry rambled on as I try to sit up. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and I just lied back down groaning. "Here Louis let me help you up." Harry whispered putting his large arms underneath mine raising me to my feet.

"OWWWWWWWWKUGHIAAHHHHH." I screamed out as I felt shooting pain rushing to my head with every step I took closer to that house.

"Louis let me carry you. You can't walk your in to much pain." Harry said looking down at me in concern with his arms still under mine.

I was NOT going to let Harry carry me inside just to realize how heavy I was and get grossed out. "no m'fine. ow." I said taking another step.

Before I knew it one of Harry's large strong arms were under neath my legs and one wrapped around my shoulder and he was carrying me bridal style. no no no no. he can't carry me he can't. I squirmed in his grip but he just held me Tighter.

"Louis stop let me help you inside." He said sternly. I gave in as he carried me in and laid my on the couch my head still throbbing.

"I'm going to find you some ice." He mumbled. I herd some shuffling in the kitchen and a few moments latter Harry was back with a bag of ice.