Ready To Run - [Larry Stylinson]

• the one with the car ride p.2 •

LOUIS POV

Harry somehow manages to open to door to the car while still balancing me in his arms. He gently lowers me down into the passenger seat.

Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure he let his fingers linger under my back longer than he had to. He pulls the bag that is slung over his shoulder and places it at my feet, on the floor of the car.

He leans back up and closes the door. He walks over to the other side of the car before getting in.

"How far away do you live?" He asks, with no emotion in his voice. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Not 1 minute ago he was holding me close to his chest. Or carrying me out of pure pity, either way, he was being rather nice.

"About 10 minutes away..." I mutter, conflicted at the sudden mood change.

He nods as he pressed the ignition button and starts the car.

I lean back in my seat and cross my arms.
I didn't like to admit it but being around him made me extremely nervous. Every single time I threw a sassy remark I was afraid he would get mad and kick me off the team for being disrespectful. It wouldn't be too surprising seeing as he almost did to another kid a week ago.

I quietly groan as I bury my face in my hands, remembering today's practice. Why the hell did I have to open my god damn mouth? If I hadn't been the little bitch I am I wouldn't have gotten the whole team punished. I also wouldn't have passed out and seemed weak in front of every single person on the front and second line.

Oh shit. What if Harry switched to the second line????? That would mean I can longer play the games!

I sigh and lift my head up to look outside only to see we were at the exit of the parking lot, but not moving. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I look over to Harry.

I am slightly taken aback when I see him staring back at me, with his eyebrows raised, as if waiting for an answer.

"What?" I ask.

"I asked where do you live?"

"Oh... 23rd Bradfort road." I mutter. he nods in response and starts driving. I sigh pathetically once more and lean my head against the window. I don't understand why Harry decided to drive me home in the middle of a football practice, it couldn't have been convenient.

"Why are you driving me home in the middle of practice?" I ask with a small voice as I look over to him. He considers this for a couple moments, probably thinking of an answer. Finally, he sighs.

"Because you're my student. I can't let you walk home when your brain is still a little loopy." he says blankly. I furrow my eyebrows and let my eyes drop to my lap, where I lace my fingers together. I am somehow disappointed by that answer, but I try not to let it get to me.

I mean; what was I expecting? He's my coach, he's straight and he probably hates me because of all the stupid shit I say at practices. I feel my shoulders slump in disappointment. I need to get a reality check.

"And maybe because you're rather lovely." he says under his breath. I freeze and I feel my shoulders tense up.

I don't think I was supposed to hear that. Judging by the way his body has also tensed up and by the way his hands are gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white, I am right...

He thinks I'm lovely? I feel my heart speed up.

I attempt to subtly turn my head more towards the window so that he can't see my blush.

After a couple minutes of awkward driving we are at my house.

"Are you ok to walk from the car to your house?" He asks, rather plainly but I'm pretty sure I can hear a little bit of concern lacing his voice.

I nod in response, and mutter a quick;
"Thank you for bringing me home....". I open the car door and pick up the back that was sitting on the floor by my feet. As I close the door and turn around and start slowly walking towards my front porch, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I feel a blush enter my cheeks when I realize that pair of eyes is probably on my bum.

Wouldn't be too surprised, I'm well aware my bum is fabulous, but I can't help but lightly squirm at the thought that Harry's eyes were looking at it.