White Horse

Chapter 25: Soccer fights

                                                                        

I wish- One direction

That should be me- Justin Bieber

~Harry’s POV~

I slipped on my jeans with great effort and almost fell on my bum. After a few minutes of struggle I finally got my pants on. I grabbed my phone before walking out to the hallway. On my way out, I bumped into Niall, “Hey Ni. Where’s Louis? There was something I wanted to talk to him about.”

“I think he’s outback,” Niall replied before looking down at his phone.

“Thanks mate.”

“No problem.”

I gave his shoulder a quick pat before jogging in the direction of the stairs. As I passed the window, I glanced outside to see if I could see Lou but I didn’t so I kept walking. But I doubled back to see Rebel wandering very close to the edge of the woods. “What the?” I mumbled looking out the window. Rebel was wondering into the woods, only the brown hair of his tail visible as he disappeared behind the line of trees.

How did he even get out of his stall? I wondered as I ran outside to chase after him. I ran in the direction that he went, hoping that he didn’t go far. Once I broke past the first set of trees, I saw that he had only gone about fifty yards. I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled to grab his attention. He turned around and came trotting to my side. I quickly grabbed hold of his leash looking thing, and began to lead him back to the stalls.

When I passed the porch swing, I saw Louis and Caden fast asleep. I instantly knew that because of their carelessness, Rebel almost disappeared. Letting out a deep sigh, I brought the big horse back to the stall. He gently nudged my neck with his nose, most likely sensing my good mood going downhill. I softly patted his nose to show him that I was fine, as I closed the door to the pen with us in it.

I grabbed his brush and began to comb out his mane. He let out this soft sound that slightly scared me. But when he lightly nudged me again, I realized that he meant no harm. I softly began singing under my breath, as I brushed him out. Once I was satisfied with my work, I put away the brush, got out of the stall, locked the door, and left the stalls.

I walked out to the back yard. I purposely avoided looking at the couple on the swing. My good mood had immediately changed into a sour one when I saw Caden and Louis cuddling before. Looking at them twice would just down right kill me.

That should be me, I thought bitterly. My face scrunching into an unpleasant looking expression.

“What’s with the face mate?” Niall asked when I walked into the living room.

“It’s nothing,” I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes. I didn’t get any sleep last night. Even though I got to sleep with the boys and Caden, I still didn’t get much shut eye. Most of the night, I was staring at Caden’s beautiful face as she slept peacefully. She looked gorgeous, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her mouth slightly parted, and her nose flaring every now and then. But she was especially beautiful when she rolled over and started cuddling with me. I lost my breath, as I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. That’s when I finally fell asleep. But then I woke up a few hours later, to the sensation of my hair being pulled from my skull and a very, very loud scream in my ear.

“You sure you’re okay mate?”

“Yea. Just tired is all.”

“Didn’t get much sleep last night?”