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“Why are we watching this shite?”
“It’s an exciting game,” Harry focused on the television.
“So stupid.” Louis complained. “Only one person ever kicks the ball. That’s not football.”
A whistle blew and the ball - Louis refused to call it a football - sailed through the air. Several players jumped to catch it, the receiver breaking loose to run it down the field. Yelling, Harry jumped to his feet. Louis leaned forward, clapping enthusiastically when the player crossed the goal line.
Harry turned and gave him a knowing smirk.
“It’s still stupid.” Louis repeated, then settled back on the sofa again.