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No one ever- “GO LOUIS!” -shouted louder than Harry during the football matches in school. As the boyfriend of the star-defence-player-captain Louis Tomlinson, he must show his undying support for the team.
And it wasn’t difficult when the boy you loved was wearing the tightest and shortest pair of shorts, running around getting sweaty every Wednesday and Friday evening. “COME ON LOU!” Niall moved away, covering his ear, and sitting back down to wrap the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
“Harry, do you have to be that loud?” Niall whined, adding a grumbled “And it’s so bloody cold.” On the end.
“Yes, I need to be loud, Louis' got the ball!” Harry squeals excitedly, rolling on his heels as he watched his boyfriend run down the field. “GO ON LOUIS!” He shouted, even louder than the other times.
On the field, Louis was grinning to himself, completely lost in the game and the sounds of Harry shouting for him. He managed to steal the ball off the opposing team, and stopped them from scoring, kicking it to the mid-fielder to carry on. “CHAR” he called, getting Charlie to look his way. Louis started signing to him, telling him to move into the centre more, and getting a thumbs up as a reply.
Louis had taught the whole team basic signs to help in football, so he was able to communicate to them without the other team knowing what they were saying. The coach was utterly stunned when Louis showed her, the surprise written on her face still prominent in his mind. He had taught her all he taught the team, so she could also sign to them during games.
Harry’s smile shone with pride at the look of Louis so effortless on the field. He ordered the team around but did it in a way that was open to all suggestions. It made them all love him, and Harry couldn’t have been more delighted.
Something else Louis (and Harry) loved about the team was the wide range of students. Even though he shouldn’t, Louis did have a favourite teammate, their name was Jordan. Louis always had the most fun with them, the most laughs and they always got into the most trouble together.
“JORD” Louis shouted, signing a quick inside joke while Liam carried the ball towards the goal. Mrs. Evans shot them both a teasing glare, noticing their signing had nothing to do with football. Liam scored quickly and easily, bringing the score to 2-1 to Louis' team. With only three minutes left of the match, they were sure to win.
And three minutes later, as the ref blew the whistle, Louis jumped up and opened his arms. The whole team ran to him, piling on as they celebrated their win. It was the middle of the training season and start of the match season, so this was an easy win for them, but still a win, nonetheless.
Once everyone climbed off Louis, coach Evans drew him into a quick hug and released him almost instantly because she knew what was coming. When Louis left her arms, he was immediately jumped on by Harry.
“Congrats Lou.” Harry whispered into his ear, kissing all over his neck and cheek.
“Thanks baby.” Louis answered, holding Harry up by his waist while his legs wrapped around him.
“I’m so proud of you.” Harry breathed, making Louis smile and bury his head into Harry’s neck. While holding Harry by his bum, Louis started walking around, making the younger boy giggle.
The whole team had to shake hands with the other team, and Louis had to have a picture with the other captain. So, Louis begrudgingly placed Harry back down and quickly pecked him. “Wait by the gates? I won’t be long.” This was the post-game ritual at this point, so Harry smiled and pecked Louis quickly before going back to collect his things.
Harry hugged Niall goodbye while Louis had the picture taken, and they met at the gate to the football field. Louis grabbed Harry’s hand and brought it to his lips to kiss, before swinging their hands together between them. “You played really well today babe.” Harry praised, walking closer to Louis as they neared closer to the schools.
“Thanks love.” Louis answered with a deep kiss to Harry’s lips.
“I’ll wait for you here.” Harry said, but Louis looked back with a smirk all over his face. He shook his head and dragged Harry by his hand into the changing rooms. “Lou, I’m not allowed in here after matches.” Harry whispered, pulling back, but Louis carried on.
“Shh no one will see.” Louis said quietly while leading Harry to the wall of lockers blocking them from the rest of the boys on the team. They smiled at each other, giggling quietly as Louis pushed Harry up against the lockers gently.
“You gotta be quiet baby.” Louis chided, slipped his hands into Harry's hair while Harry's arms went around Louis' waist. He didn’t bother answering, just surged his head forward and kissed Louis roughly.
The other people in the room were chatting loudly while getting dressed, allowing the sounds of the couple to be drowned out in the noise. “You’re so amazing Haz, cheering me on.” Louis moaned quietly, pushing Harry closer to the lockers, and kissing him harder.
“So proud of you.” Harry answered with a quiet groan, pulling Louis as close as possible.
“Oi where’s Tommo?” Jordan asked, making the room quieten down as they all looked around. Louis pulled back from Harry, grinning down at his slumped figure, while he looked up with wide eyes.
“Shit.” Harry hissed, moving out from under Louis and pulling him out through the backdoor they came in.
Harry pushed Louis towards the actual entrance to the changing room and softly shut the door. he chuckled to himself as he heard Louis announce his presence (“Oi oi lads!”) and the toom broke out into loud shouts. They all loved Louis and Harry loved him even more.
**
The next Wednesday, Louis had practice after school. And as always Harry would be attending. He always tried to drag Niall along, sometimes Zayn (but that never happened if it was still below ten degrees), but during the cold months, he only ever came to the games.
So, Harry sat on the side lines, wearing Louis' oversized jumper with his old number on it. The number on Louis' football shirt changes as he went up the school, and the ranks of the team. He started out with 16 in year seven, 28 in year eight, nine and ten, 21 in year eleven, and now in year twelve and thirteen, Louis has the number 17.
Harry’s favourite was the 28 (Louis asked Harry out on the 28th of September in year ten), so Louis had a jumper with ‘TOMLINSON’ and ‘28’ on the back made specially for Harry. It was a two-year anniversary present, and Harry wears it whenever he can.
When it’s just training, Harry often brings some sort of homework or revision to do. Most of the time he puts it aside in favour of watching Louis run around and direct the team. It’s mainly there so his mum actually lets him go during exam season.
Because there wasn’t much need for Harry to be shouting (unless they were playing a friendly), he kept quiet and just watched. He watched the way Louis ran around, his arms always up by his sides when he’s on edge, his wrists bent. The way his small frame bounced around when he was happy.
Harry could get lost in a daze when Louis was training, and he often found himself to be in one. He’d lose track of time, and only notice when Louis was walking towards him to tell him it’s over. “I’ll get dressed quick then we can head home. You’re coming over for dinner, right” Harry shook himself out of his daze and nodded at Louis, stuffing his things into his school bag.
“Hey,” Louis whispered with a smile when Harry started walking to the gates. Harry looked up and giggled when Louis pecked his lips and pinched his bum. “I love you.” Louis mouthed while running backwards, turning around, and sprinting inside.
When Louis came back out, carrying his kit bag on his shoulder, Harry jumped up off the grass and walked over to his car. He greeted Louis with a firm kiss, climbing into the passenger seat as Louis got into the drivers.
They turned the heaters on immediately, the cold February breeze freezing their bodies from the inside. “God it’s cold.” Harry whined, rubbing his hands together in front of the vents. Louis grabbed his hands between his smaller ones and blew on them, kissing there before leaning over and kissing his lips. Harry grinned shyly into his neck, putting his hands in front of the warm air again.
After three and a half years of dating, Harry still got shy and giddy when Louis kissed him.
They drove the short distance home easily, the radio playing softly while they talked casually. As usual, Louis' hand never left Harry's as he drove, bringing their joined hands to the gear stick when it was needed.
Jay didn’t even let Harry get in the house before she engulfed him. “Oh, Harry it’s been too long.” She joked, shaking him side to side in her arms.
“I know those three days were agony without you.” Harry chuckled, smiling down at her when they pulled apart.
She didn’t torment them much more, just told them dinner was soon before letting them up to Louis room. And because Harry's there, the older twins came hobbling in, bombarding him. “Harry!” they yelled, giggling when Harry fell over dramatically and brought them with him.
He tickled them all over, blowing raspberries on every bit of skin he saw, both little girls squealing. “Oh, it’s the monsters, Louis saves me!” Louis rolled his eyes with a fond smile at Harry's outstretched hand from the floor.
Harry played with the girls for a few more minutes, before they climbed off him and started prodding at Louis. “What do the rascals want?” Phoebe squealed as Louis swung her up in the air. Harry copied him with Daisy, making them both giggle loudly.
“PLAY!” They both shouted, raising their arms up in the air. Just as Louis was about to make an excuse (he has barely seen his boyfriend all day thank you very much), Lottie and Fizzy came bounding in, out of breath.
“We’ll take them,” Fizzy huffed, reaching out her arms for Daisy, while Lottie took Phoebe.
“Thanks girls,” Louis sighed.
“We’ll play later.” Harry promised in a whisper, getting happy smiles from all four of the girls.
Once the door to Louis room was shut, Harry made a beeline for Louis' cupboard. Louis came up behind him, smoothing a hand up Harry’s back to his neck. “What’re you doing darling?” He asked quietly, going up on his tippy toes to kiss Harry's neck lightly.
“I saw something in here over the weekend,” Harry said absentmindedly, doing his best to ignore Louis' lips on his neck. “Found it!” and- dear God Louis hasn’t seen that in almost two years. “Put it on for me?” Harry asked with big pleading eyes. “Don’t give me that look.” With a teasing scoff, Louis pulled his current shirt off, and went to put on his old football jumper. “Wait,” Harry whined, placing his hands on Louis' stomach and chest.
After Harry peppered many kisses all over Louis naked torso, Harry allowed him to pull the jumper on. With a bitten lip, Harry moaned under his breath and slid his hands down Louis' arms. “You’re swimming in it.” Harry whispered, rubbing his hands all over Louis' back.
“Well yeah this was my big spare one.” Louis answered with an overplayed eyeroll.
He was promptly shut up when Harry squeezed his bum, pulling him closer and ghosting his lips over his. Louis smirked, smoothing his hands up Harry's chest, and cupping his face. “Are you going to kiss me or not?” Harry murmured, whining high in his throat as Louis swooped in and back away from Harry's lips.
When he finally caved, Harry groaned lowly into Louis' mouth, squeezing his bum firmer and pulling them as close to each other as possible. Their lips moved together, and their breath mingled as they poured out three years of love confessions into each other.
“Dinner!” Jay called up the stairs to all the kids, and Louis gently pulled away with a satisfied smile.
Faced with a frown, Louis dove back in and pecked Harry a few more times. “Come on baby.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and lead him downstairs.
The rest of the evening was spent with Jay squealing over them in (almost) matching jumpers, movies in the lounge crowded on one couch, and long goodbyes from all the Tomlinson kids to Harry. You’d think Louis would take the longest, but it took Louis, Lottie and Fizzy to drag the twins from Harry's legs. (“You’ll literally see him in two days girls come on.”)
**
Three months later, win after win, it was the final’s match. As with any away game, the field was bigger with more space for an audience. Every space on the side of field was full. Students and parents (some not even of the team) from both schools packed up every space available.
“There are so many people.” Phoebe said from where she was clinging at Harry's neck. As usual, the Tomlinson and Styles family had mixed and were taking up a big section of the audience stands. Daisy had her head in Zayn’s neck, her eyes droopy. Until a loud whistle sounded, and suddenly everyone was awake.
Harry had a plain black shirt on, watching from the very front of the crowd. They had gotten there a lot earlier than many other people, mainly because Harry was stressing (“he’s my boyfriend, I want to be able to see him.”).
Just before the game started, students from both teams ran to the sides for quick last-minute chats with people there to see them. Louis ran over to Harry's getting hugs from his sisters and both his mum and Anne. Niall and Zayn gave him quick pats on his back before Harry kissed his firmly on the lips. “You’re gonna do great!” Harry whispered, Louis grinning happily before pecking him one more time and running off.
The two teams got into position and Harry grinned as Louis signed to the team. Harry also knew some of the sign’s Louis used, so he knew Louis had just said good luck to the whole team. Louis' eyes caught Harry’s and Harry instantly signed an ‘I love you, good luck sweetheart’ to him.
The centre forward flipped the coin with the opposing team, winning the loss and getting the ball to start with. It didn’t take long before the game was in full swing, the ball flying across the field quickly. All the kids worked up thick sweats, running back and forth.
While the other team were shouting demands to each other, you could only hear different names from Louis' team. They knew what to expect from the other team and had an advantage with their signing to each other.
And Harry was having a field day, screaming, and shouting different variation of “GO LOUIS!” or “COME ON LOU!” even yelling “SEVENTEEN” over and over. Louis chuckled to himself, signing ‘silly boy’ or ‘thank you baby’ to Harry with a big grin.
At halftime, the score was 1-1 and everyone could see the frustration on both sides. Their coach called them all over and briefed them on good tactics for the second half. She only kept them for five minutes, giving the team ten minutes to calm down and get ready.
Just like he normally would, Louis went over to his family and looked around for Harry. He was drenched in sweat, but that didn’t stop Harry from pulling him in for a firm hug, and quick kiss on his cheek.
But before Louis could kiss him, he rushed a “Sorry I’ll be back in a minute.” Before running off.
Harry and the other significant others of the team had a surprise for the players, so, they snuck off behind the crowd, bags slung on their shoulders. With about eight minutes left of half time, they all got dressed.
The whistle for the second half went off and Louis glanced around with a worried expression one more time. “He’ll be here in a second boo, just go on.” Jay smiled, already knowing what was going to happen.
“He always gives me a good luck kiss though.” Louis frowned, walking slowly backwards, and looking around. He slumped back onto the field, signing some more things to the other team members before the whole crowd started pointing. There, walking towards the front of the side lines, was the six partners of the players.
Jordan’s partner Skyler, Charlie’s boyfriend Alfie, Kacy’s boyfriend Jacob, Aimee’s girlfriend May, Josie’s partner Kai, and Louis' very own boyfriend, Harry. All of them were in jumpers with their person’s number and a blue skirt. They all had blue and white pom pom’s, knee high socks and if their hair allowed it, two high pigtails with white ribbons.
Harry's skirt was tiny and pleated, leaving hardly anything for the imagination as he bounced around. They all formed into a line, started to chant the school’s name. The game should have started five minutes ago, but half the team was running over to their person.
Louis sprinted over to Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist, and pulling him off the ground. With a loud squeal, Louis spun Harry around, laughing into his neck. When he put him down, he kissed him roughly yet short enough to not make anyone too uncomfortable. “Let me guess,” Louis started, cupping Harry’s face and dipping his thumbs into Harry's dimples. “This was your idea.” Louis chuckled when Harry nodded his head with his bright pink cheeks.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to play.” Louis shook his head with a smile, inching his hands further down Harry's back. “This is far too distracting.” Louis sunk his lips into his bottom lip, quickly squeezing Harry's bum.
“Oi!” Harry slapped his chest playfully, “You have a match to win.” He finished, pushing Louis off him and to the field. The ref blew the whistle, doing his best to pull the attention back to the match.
After an intense thirty minutes of different cheers (“COME ON LOUIS!” “GO ON BABY!” “KEEP GOING LOU!” and the schools name), and a lot of back and forth of the ball, Louis' team won. With the final whistle blown and the score 3-1 everyone possible crowded onto the field. But Louis only had arms for one person in that moment.
Harry jumped onto him, wrapping himself fully around Louis who stumbled back, but caught him all the same. “OH MY GOD WELL DONE BABY!” Harry yelled over the sounds of the cheers. “you played so well.” He said quieter, nuzzling his nose into Louis' neck, pulling back to kiss all over his skin.
“Thank you, my love,” Louis answered, moving his head back to kiss Harry properly. When people started crowding around him, Louis (hesitantly) set Harry down, but kept a protective arm around his waist the whole time.
People congratulated everyone on the team, and medals were handed out to all the players. The cup was handed to Louis with the team all behind him, a picture taken, and important hands shook. Both teams congratulated each other, friendly handshakes, and pats on the back from everyone.
The crowd started dispersing, and eventually it was just family and a few friends of the winning team left. Parents and guardians took pictures of their kids, bringing the team together a total of six separate times for six different pictures.
After what felt like five extra hours, the team started to trickle off the field one family at a time. The Tomlinson’s and Styles were last, the twins tiredly holding onto Anne and Jay’s necks. Lottie and Fizzy were discussing Liam and Zayn (they had some odd young girl crushes on them), while Mark and Robin talked about the match.
The winning captain and his winning cheerleader were trailing behind. Harry still had his pom pom’s and kept stopping to pull up his knee-high socks. One of his arms was around Louis' shoulders, while Louis held him close by his waist.
Louis sometimes let his hand slip under Harry's skirt to pinch and squeeze at Harry’s little bum, getting giddy squeals and high-pitched giggles from him. “My own personal cheerleader.” Louis smiled, leaning over to kiss Harry's cheek.
“Did you like the surprise?” Harry asked with big innocent eyes that Louis could tell knew exactly what the answer was.
“Of course I did!” Louis beamed, kissing Harry hungrily on his lips. “You better be keeping this.” Louis whispered lowly, slipping his fingers down the hem of the skirt. He pulled it back and let it snap, making Harry jump with a squeak and a red face.
“I love you Haz,” Louis went more serious now, stopping Harry and holding him by his hands. “Thank you for always cheering for me.” He added, leaning in closer and swaying their arms by their sides.
“I’ll always cheer for my favourite footy player. I do love him.” Harry murmured, smiling shyly as Louis started to softly trail kisses all over his face, jawline, and neck.
“And I love my cheerleader.”