Age of Innocence

Let's say that Harry and Louis never became famous and never ended up in One Direction. Let's say they still fell for each other and let's say that love was born between them. What would it look like? What would the rest of the band do? Just an imagination by me and I hope you like it.


9. Football



On Sunday I went to Louis football game. I sat in the grandstand and chose to be quite invisible. Still, he saw me as soon as he came onto the yard. A wink and threw a kiss in my direction . I smiled as big I could and caught the kiss in the air. It was as if we had been together a long time and I was happy that Louis was open about the relationship. Louis was good at football, but I had no idea about ​​the rules. There sat an elderly man next to me and sometimes I asked him what happened. Eventually he became curious and looked at me for a long time.
"Do you know any of the players?"
I blushed and didn't know how honest I should be .
"Louis Tomlinson..." I replied shortly. He smiled big to me and laughed a little bit .
"Ah! You know the gay boy?" he said. I was startled, but he gave me direct an apologetic look.
"Louis is the team's top player and he came out early with that he liked guys. This are just another way of saying that we like him."
I blushed and realized that he didn't mean gay as something negative. The man saw my reaction again and laughed a little bit. 
"So you're his boyfriend?" 
I nodded and tried to follow the game. I didn't feel like talking about it more and the man stopped to ask. It felt strange to have an open boyfriend. I had previously been with guys, but they didn't want to be open about that they were with me. Louis was the other way around and I could do nothing but just enjoy. I was his real boyfriend and I loved him more than he could have imagined.


The first half ended with that Louis team led by two zero. Louis had done one goal and everyone cheered. He ran out of the plan, and I understood that they would have a break. I assumed they drank water or that they were talking about how they would play.


In the second half I started to understand what it was about. I ended up pretty soon among those who cheered when something good happened and I followed Louis all the time. He ran across the field like he was flying. He passed the ball and he shot towards the goal. He scored two more goals and every time I shouted straight out of joy.


When the match was over, I went down to the field and directly I saw that Louis was looking for me. As soon as I got down to the bottom line, he showed me to come out on the pitch. I obeyed and skipped down to him. Louis hugged me directly and I felt the smell of sweat from his body. He looked so manly and I blushed when he kissed me lightly.





I held Harry's hand tightly in mine, when the reporters showed up. I answered a few questions and told them about the game. Harry stood near me all the time and I was just happy.


Then it was time for the fans to show up. Guys standing in line to get an autograph. I had to let go of Harry's hand, but he followed me like a small sweet tail. 
"You are so professional!" I heard a blond guy say on pure Irish. "I think you're the best." 
I met his eyes, blue eyes, and saw how he smiled big to me. He gave me a paper and a pen.
"Can you write my name and that it's to me?" 
I laughed a little bit and nodded. 
"What's your name then?" 
He smiled and looked straight at me. 
"Niall Horan!"
I read aloud what I wrote. 
"To my biggest fan Niall Horan, from Louis Tomlinson." 
The guy cheered and when he got back the paper and the pen it was as if he had won top prize. 
"Thank you very much!"


"Are all the fans so excited?" Harry asked me. I smiled at him and shook my head. 
"We have those who love us, but also those who see us as regular guys." 
He followed my movements with wide eyes and he seemed to regard the fans with curious eyes. 
"I have never seen such fans!" he muttered, then smiled at me. "You're famous?" 
I shook directly on the head and handed over the last note to a guy. 
"No, I'm not known... I'm just one in the team."





Louis went into the locker room, but I chose to wait outside for him. I wasn't used to walking into a room and see naked bodies everywhere. I sat down on a chair and tried to pass the time. It passed by a lot of people and I realized how big Louis really was. There were fans of his team, and I saw the team shirts everywhere. It was as if I had come to a different world and I wondered immediately how it was to have fans. Did it feel different?

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