Footie (L.S.)

4. The Sleepover

The team won 7-4 with Louis scoring 3 of their points. The team put him on their shoulders for helping them win the first game of the season. Harry smiles as they bring the boy over. "Great job, boys. Tomlinson, I'm proud. You all can head home now. We have practice on Tuesday."

After getting to the locker rooms, the boys showered and began heading home. Louis was the last to finish. He grabbed his bag and began walking out of the door and towards his house. He didn't want to be a burden on his coach. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home." He says looking at the ground.

"I'll drive you. Get in. Don't bother arguing because that will only end with a punishment."

The boy nodded and got into Harry's car. There was a comfortable silence until Harry turned on the radio and began singing along and Louis thought it was the most precious thing he had ever seen. He looks around to see that his surroundings don't look familiar. "Where are we?"

"I figured we could get some dinner. You don't have anywhere to be, do you?"

Louis shook his head. "I probably would've just taken a nap. I slept 'til around 14:30 this afternoon so probably not the best. I don't have any money with me, though."

"You don't need it. I've got it. Why'd you sleep so late?"

"Hadn't been to practice in a while. Wore me out I guess."

Harry hummed in response as they pulled up to a restaurant that he chose randomly. They walked in and greeted the hostess. "Table for two, please." The woman smiled and led them to their seats. Harry ordered a glass of water and Louis got a Dr. Pepper. "What're you ordering, Lou?"
Lou Lou Lou. He just called me Lou. He had heard it from his friends but this time made his heart flutter. "Hello? Earth to Louis." Harry waved a hand in front of his face.

"Oh. 'M not hungry."

"Whether you pick or not, I'm ordering for you so you may as well get something you like," he said with a stern look.

"I guess I'll get Chicken Alfredo." Louis sighed.

The waitress arrived and waited for their answer. "Two Chicken Alfredos, please."

They were eating and enjoying themselves when all of the sudden Harry started making horrible jokes but Louis couldn't help but laugh. "Stop, you're going to make me choke on my chicken!" He laughed out. Harry started cackling and admiring the little wrinkles by the boys eyes. This isn't wrong, right? If I weren't his coach, nobody would judge us. They continued laughing when the waitress came to give them the bill.

"I'm sorry but you two are just the cutest couple." She said with a bright grin. Louis turned red but before he could say anything, Harry thanked her then paid for the bill.

"Let the woman dream, princess."

*****

They got to Louis' house and Harry insisted on walking him to the door. Louis then remembered he let his dad use his key because he lost his. He groans and sits on the porch. "Are you going to go in or?"

"I don't have the damn key," he huffed

"You can stay at mine. Come on."

Louis didn't bother to protest because Harry is the most stubborn man on earth other than himself. "Thank you, Coach."

Harry smiled. "It's Harry and I'm more than happy to help."

*****

They arrived at his flat. It was modern and definitely not cheap. Louis looked around in awe. "The guest room is being used as storage so you can stay in my bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No way. This is your place. I'll take the couch."

"Not happening. You're staying in my bed. I'm going to take a shower. You can go set your stuff in my room." He leads the boy to the room and grabs supplies for his shower. Louis makes himself comfortable and scrolls through his phone waiting for Harry to finish. He wants to watch a movie but not alone. He hears the bathroom door that is connected to the room open and sees his coach in nothing but a towel. He didn't realise how many tattoos Harry had until now. He drops his towel with no shame and heads to his dresser. Just as he reaches into his top drawer he says "Take a picture, princess. It will last longer."

Louis blushes because Harry caught him staring. Can you blame him though? "'M sorry."

"It's okay, love. I can't really say much. I was staring at you earlier when you had that amazing ass on display for me." He smirked and threw the boy a glance just to see his blush.

In hopes to change the subject, he asks, "Can we watch a movie? I don't like watching them alone."

"Yeah. Grab my laptop from the nightstand. There shouldn't be a password." Once he is wearing a pair of sweats, he hops on the bed by the tiny boy. "There is already a movie up. We can just start that one."

"The Notebook. Really?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Language, Harold."

"Uh no. Daddy makes the rules." He said, referencing to one of their previous conversations. Even though he was just joking, Louis couldn't help but think that was the hottest thing he has ever heard. Louis stays silent and waits for Harry to start the film.

*****

Both men fell asleep halfway through the movie. Louis wakes up in the middle of the night feeling something warm behind him. He opens his eyes to see that there was a tattooed arm wrapped around his waist. He smiles and closes the laptop they were using earlier and puts it on the floor. He rolls over and cuddles into Harry's warmth. What the older man doesn't know won't hurt him. Little did he know, the man was awake. He soon fell back to sleep in the mans arms now realizing how serious his crush actually was.

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A/n

Filler chapter. Louis is catching hard feelings. Harry feels the same. Wonder what will happen next chapter. 🤔🤔