Beautiful Silent Boy [L.S]

Lost

A/N Hello lovelies. We are now back to focusing on Louis' issues. I have covered a lot of Harry's past, and now I need to delve into Louis'. He has been a fairly strong character, and we've only seen him with minimal lows. PAY ATTENTION GUYS and hold your booing for later. You'll appreciate my awful mind later

(HARRY POV)

"Alright guys! We've had a strong lead in the league and you've all been brilliant!" The coach bellowed from the top of the bleachers.

"But this will not be an easy game. We are facing the Blazers who are tied with us for divisions!" He jumped down and came to the middle of our circle.

"I want you to push through your pain, cast your exhaustion, and play hard. We are the Knights, and we defend! Who are we?"

"THE KNIGHTS!"

"And what do we do?"

"DEFEND!"

"Alright boys. Go out there and play hard!"

We all screamed again in unison and ran through the dark hall, entering onto the field. I still got shivers down my spine everytime we walked out onto the turf.

"Hey!"

I turned and saw Louis trotting beside me.

"You've got this love. You're brilliant," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward.

I felt a comfortable smile settle on my face and I released a sigh, feeling more at peace.

"Louis Tomlinson. Oh my dear boy is that you?"

I snapped my head up and saw one of the other players stalk towards Louis.

He looked away quickly and put his hands behind his back. The other boy got closer and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Excuse me, but who the fuck are you?" I spat, pulling Louis behind me.

"Oh dear," he tisked, shifting his weight to the other leg, "You've got a new boy toy already?" He continued, mock sniffling.

"I thought what we had was special," he gave an exaggerated cry.

"What we had is over. There's nothing there," Louis whispered quietly, not moving forward.

"How can you say that!" He exclaimed, trying to reach for him again. I smacked his hand away and released a low growl from my throat.

"Down boy," he laughed, "I mean no harm. You can keep him. He's a good boy. He listens quite well," he said slyly, smirking at him.

"Please just go away," Louis said, becoming smaller.

"Fine, fine. We'll have plenty of time to play catch up later love," he cooed.

"Over my dead body," I snapped, pushing him away.

"Harry-"

"GO!" I yelled, cutting Louis off.

He laughed and ran back to the other side of the field, blowing a kiss in Louis' direction. Louis was visibly shaken by the encounter, and slowly made his way back to the bench, not looking up once from his feet.

"Louis, who-"

The blare of the whistle marked the start of the game, and all my questions would have to wait.

Louis ran into centre field and his features dropped considerably when the other boy walked out onto the field as well. Louis shook his head and tried to focus on the ball, but it was quickly taken from him.

The entire game seemed to go like that. Louis would become distracted by the other boy and lose his footing.

"Louis, he's playing mind games. Don't let him get to you," I said, running beside him.

"It's not that easy," he shook his head, and ran ahead.

I lined up my shot from the left and sent it soaring into the goal.

"Hell yeah," I quietly cheered to myself, and ran back to set up the defensive line.

The other boy had the ball and he was battling with Louis as he back peddled, determined to steal the ball from him. The taller boy gave that same sly smile that he had given earlier, and went to kick the ball.

Louis went for it, but the boy sent his foot sharply to the right.

And into Louis' stomach.

A flag was cast onto the field and I felt the air escape my lungs as he went down on the field. He curled up in pain and hugged his knees.

"LOUIS!" I called, dropping beside him.

He rolled his face into the grass and let out a strangled cry.

"YOU BASTARD!" I roared, lunging at the other boy.

There were a multitude of whistles being blown and I felt several hands pulling on me as I desperately tried to decimate the boy underneath of me.

"You can't help him," he laughed, "He can't even help himself."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I screamed, grabbing for him again.

I was carried off of the field and brought down to the locker room. All I could hear was his gut wrenching laughter echoing behind me and Louis' soft cries.

(Hey.... this is purposely meant to be a short chapter. I might do a double update... depends on how I feel honestly. What did you notice? BE WISE OWLS! Or something to that effect. QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: Water or Gatorade when running? I like Gatorade to be honest. That sweetness gives me a boost :D Happy reading!)

Erin.xx