Behind The Curtain (Larriet Stylinson)

Chapter Eight

A/N:

Another day, another chapter

Please also note that in the attached media-Louise is supposed to have long hair tied in a hight bobble, and Harriet has long curly hair-basically ignore everything besides their outfits :)

Harriet's POV:-

Louise looked flawless in her football uniform. With her Nike T-shirt tied up so it was cropped off at the stomach,my belly flipped with excitement whenever I looked at her. Skin tight leggings clung shamelessly to her thighs, showing off her outstanding figure. Louise's breasts weren't particularly large, but they were big enough to press through her tight top and stand out immensely. What? Her lotus tattoo sat preciously on her left shoulder, bright pink, red with hints of yellow peeking through. I reminded myself to ask her what that tattoo meant later.

Louise's thin figure was placed in between 10 other females who were preparing for the football game but all I could focus on was the way Louise's hair blew effortlessly in the cool breeze and how her muscular legs flexed and relaxed whilst she ran or stretched. I shuffled in my chair.

I couldn't believe how skinny she was, her belly button almost sank beneath her leggings as they were too big for her short legs.

I always loved being taller than Louise. It made me feel powerful even though she was tougher and more in-control. My long, stick-like legs were almost as tall as Louise was as a whole. That always made her pout and made me laugh.

We (the cheerleading squad) were waiting impatiently in our chairs to be called out for our 'pre-game cheer lap'-or something like that. I never really listened. I sat unsociably, meanwhile everyone else was needlessly chatting about anything and nothing all at once.

We were called up and we all got into our positions. It went surprisingly well considering how nervous I was with Louise watching me. I felt self conscious of how I was moving around the pitch and hoped to God I didn't go wrong.

Louise's POV:-

Harriet looked absolutely astonishingly beautiful in her cheerleading uniform. It hugged her boobs perfectly, showing off just how large they were. What? Her mini-skirt had me practically drooling, as she danced and jumped and hopped to the music her mini-skirt flew up and all over the place, making my knees weak. Her wild chocolate/honey curls were tied in a messy bobble on top of her head and I have to say, she looked gorgeous.

Her T-shirt was cut off under her breasts showing off her toned torso and letting everyone in the stadium see how perfect her whole body was. It actually made me jealous. The whole outfit was red with a purple stripe around the edges, even her number was in purple. Her glistening green eyes sometimes floated over to me before quickly looking away, her cheeks would flush.

I couldn't get over how beautiful yet sexy she was. Her lips were full and plump. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed them before, they were the most perfect shape, they looked so soft, so...kissable.

I couldn't stop staring at her-I think I made her uncomfortable, oh well. Maybe she liked it.

Harriet's long slender fingers held tightly onto a pompom in each hand. Her nails weren't bitten down, but they weren't long either and they painted this blue-black colour.

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Our team won 2-1, to everyone's surprise. After changing I went straight to look for Harriet.

She was sitting on the marble floor outside the drama hall. When she saw me she smiled, and I smiled back "Hey."

"Hello, champion," she beamed.