"Lou!" Harry called out for Louis who was jogging to the locker rooms.

"Haz!" 
Harry stopped, panting as he did so. 
"Hazza the match, I'm late! I'll talk to you later, here, take this." Louis handed him his beanie again. "Sorry love, see you later. And I've asked Liam to save you a front-row seat, I'll be keeping an eye." he winked. 

A blush crept up Harry's cheeks as he tried to look anywhere but Louis' eyes. Louis laughed before he pecked Harry's cheek and jogged away. He loved seeing the curly-haired lad flustered.

Louis had decided to tell Harry about his feelings after the match.

Little did he know...

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CLIFF HANGER MUWAHAHAHAHAHA 😈

Wait for it ;)