Clarity

"C'mon, give me five more! Those were lousy." I teased my grunting team that were all struggling to do a proper push up, grunts, and moans of protest leaving their lips as Lily did a lady one on her knee's, because her ankle was still in submission.
"Oh come now Tomlinson, spare them a few." Harry called out from his cozy seat on the bench, where he occasionally poured someone or himself a glass of water in the complimentry paper cups.
After I had finished washing Harry in the shower, he twisted me around and returned the favor, pausing every so often to place a kiss on my wet skin, while whispering naughty and cute things.
Once we both spick and span, he scrambled out, wrapped himself in the towel then got clothes for the both of us, and a towel for me. The outfit choice he made for me was a grey sweatshirt, and black jeans that were surpisingly to big on me, so I had to cuff them up on the bottom.
On the way to practice I had filled Harry in on everything I could possibly think of that involved the team. I had told him all their names, ages, personalities, warned him not to mention Scruff or Carson, and that as long as he smiled they would like him.
Though I'm sure even if he had remained solem they would've, Harry appeared in my eyes to be a very child orianted person. I also had warned him to say we were close friends, rather then boyfriends, because I didn't want all that nonsense to get back to the kids parents.
Now I was teaching the team to do a proper push up before I let them go home. Practice had gone great today! Turns out Harry knew alot about coaching kids, so it became a asset to have him here for our mini practice game among ourselves.
"Fine! Two more." I say, glancing back at Harry and winking as I inhaled deeply, the refreshing breeze making my exposed skin feel amazing. "Like this Coah T?" Gavin asked, preforming a perfect push up, and I gave him a double thumbs up.
"Perfect."
I then blew my whistle, "Alright go home! Now that someone got it right I'll drop the matter." I announce, and everyone eagerly scrambles up, waving goodbye to me, and grabbing their stuff as they ran over to the parents which were in a cluster on the bleachers.
"I have to admit, your a pretty swell coach." Harry compliments as I walk over to him, and we high five. "Practice rarely goes so smoothly, the kids seemed really into it today." I comment, walking over to the water jug, and grabbing a cup before filling it crystal clear water that I guzzled instantly.
"How's your headache?" I ask once I had finished the glass, and Harry shrugs. "It's pretty much gone, that medicine you forced on me worked amazingly fast." Harry admits and I chuckle.
After we both had gotten dressed he kept whining about his pounding headache so I suggested he take some medicine, but he protested until I threatened not to take him to practice, and he recluently gave in.
"I told you. Always listen to Louis when it comes to sickness, my mom is a nuse- well mid-wife, but close enough." I correct myself, grabbing the net so I could fill it with the scattered footballs, while Hary walked behind me with his hands in his pockets.
"My mum worked various jobs, none of which paid well." Harry said with a shrug and I looked up at him with a slight smile. "She probably has a sick resume then." I say and he nods, chewing on his lips as he did so.
"So what are we going to do on this date?" I ask, the topic failing to be brought up in the car. "I was thinking we could go bowling, then get some food?" Harry suggested, a grin on his face as he ruffled my hair, then took the net from my hands with out of asking, so he could finish putting the equipment away while I followed behind this time.
"I haven't been bowling or out to eat in a while, so that sounds fun." I say, nodding in aproval. "Then that is exactly what we shall do." He says, grabbing the last ball, then pulled the net closed before slinging it over his shoulder.
"This goes in the supply closet right?" He asks, and I nod. "Yes, I'll show you." I say, leading him across the remainder of the feild, over to the supply closet then was located next to the offices. "They use to lock it, but one time a kid got stuck in here so they made a petition saying no more locks." I inform, and Harry laughs.
"How did he get stuck in there?" Harry asked, and I shrug. "The former coach didn't check to see if anyone was in there before locking up." I say, the story being one of the first things me and Carson learned from the lady that worked in the offices in the mornings, but she quit about a week ago because she had her baby boy.
"Well isn't that charming." Harry says, tossing the bag into the closet before I closed the door. "So, you ready to go now?" I ask, and Harry nods as he drapes an arm around my neck, and looks around before kissing my temple.
"I've been ready babe." He announces, keeping his arm wrapped around me as we walked back to the car, the feild left behind in perfect condition. "Sorry for the inconvience." I tease, rolling my eyes and he smacks the back of my head lightly.
"So the kids didn't ask about Scruff?" He asks, and I shake my head. "No, just Lily. She spent the most time with him, the rest of the kids liked him, but weren't attatched to him." I inform, my smile falling slightly, and Harry sighed as he rubbed my arm.
"And what about Carson?" He asks, and I shrug. "If they were wondering, they didn't ask. I don't think any of the kids like Carson to be honest." I admit, knowing deep down inside that most of the team wasn't very fond of him. Honestly at this point I don't think I was either.
"I'm not surprise. He doesn't seem like the child friendly type." Harry mutters, pulling his arm away from me to unlock the car, and he opened my door for me. "Thanks." I say, walking over, and climbing in before putting my feet on the dashboard and buckled up.
Then once I was secure in my seat, Harry shut my door and walked around to his side. "So are good bowler?" He asks, once we've started the drive towards the chain of stores that contained arcades, the bowling alley, and good places to eat.
"I'm not sure, I think I was pretty decent last time I did it." I say, shrugging as I let out a long breath, and squirmed around a bit to get comfortable in my seat. "Well you better hang onto that, because your looking at an all time champion here." He says, a smirk nestling itself on his face.
"Oh is that so?" I laugh, my eyes drifting over to him. "Yes Tomlinson that is so." He says in a matter of fact, and I roll my eyes. "Whatever you say Styles." A scorff then fell from his lips, "Are you saying you don't believe me?" He asks, in mock horror, and I shrug.
"Not nessicarly, I just find your words a bit prideful, you seem so sure of yourself when you shouldn't be when it comes to challenging the The Tommo Terror!" I announce, and it's his turn to laugh. "The Tommo Terror? Hmm..I have to admit, that name suits you." He says, turning onto the highway.
"And as for your nickname, I'm afraid I don't have a word to suit you." I say, earing him pinching my cheek. "Don't worry I'm sure I'll think of something." He purred, the words sounding a bit seductive I dare say.
"I'm sure you will." I mumble, a smile firmly imprinted on my face. We then became silent as he turned off the highway, and into the gigantic parking lot of the chain of stores. "You'll like this bowling place." He says, and I sit up a little straighter, excitement and nerves packing themselves firmly into my stomach.
"I hope it doesn't cost much though, I didn't get a chance to go to the bank this morning." I say and he looks over at me with a weird expression before turning back straight ahead, weaving the car threw multiple parked and driving ones.
"Don't worry about it, I'll pay." He says. Oh so we're going to play this game now. "Harry-" I start but he snaps his fingers, "I'm paying." He confirms, shaking his head with a smile. "But Har-" I start and he tazes my side with his index finger while pulling into a parking place, making me yelp.
"No buts, ifs, Harry's, or no's about it." He says firmly, turning off the car, and pulled the key out. "Fine." I huff, crossing my arms like a frustrated child. "Good boy." He says, patitng my knee and then steps out of the car, before walking around to my side and opening my door for me.
"Louis." He says, holding out a hand to help me out. "Aren't you a perfect genlteman." I say, making a face at him as I unbuckle myself, and slip my hand into his before he pulls me out, then shuts the door behind him.
"Don't worry about anyone seeing us, hardly anyone comes around here this time of the day." He assures, lacing his long fingers through mine, and giving my hand a light squeeze. I loved it when he held my hand, our palms fit perfectly together, and his fingers wrapped around my hand, curling down my wrist, made me feel safe.
"C'mon." He says, dragging me behind him as we begin to walk towards the entrance of the bowling alley, both of us stepping in union. "Do you lotion your hands?" He then asks, once we've crossed the street area and made it safely onto the sidewalk.
"No, why do you ask?" I chuckle, the question strange. "Because your skin is so soft." He says, rasing my hand to his face, and he pressed his lips to my hand. "I guess." I say, a small blush crossing my face as he opened the door then stepped inside pulling me in behind him.
"Hello gentlemen, how can I help you today?" The man at the counter asks, as I looked around the alley. It had a faded metallic smell, mixed with the scent of new sneakers, and fabreeze.
In the background an old couple were laughing over a shared glass of rootbeer, and two young girls were in a fierce bowling match a little ways away. Other then that the place was empty, and most of the alleys secluded.
"What shoe size are you Louis?" Harry asks, nudging my shoulder with his and I shook my head as I looked back to them, "Oh..um..nine and a half." I say, biting my lip as the man nodded, and pulled down two pairs of shoes from the shelf.
"Aww, you've got little feet." Harry teased, his bowling shoes looking ginormous compared to mine. "Quiet you." I say, grabbing my shoes as he grabbed his. Harry then paid for an hour, and the man pointed us to our bowling alley, and we both walked over.
"This should be interesting." I say, removing my toms, and sitting down to pull on the bowling shoes. "Let me do it." He says, putting his shoes down on the chair before before kneeling down in front of me, and grabbing my bare foot so he could put it on.
"Cinderella your feet sink." He teased, and I giggled. Yes giggled. Again. "My mom says it's a blessing and a curse." I say, and Harry laughs as he slips on the shoe, then grabs the other shoe, and slips it on my other foot.
"There, perfect fit." He says, standing up, and kissing my head before grabbing his own shoes, and sat down to pull them on, as I got up and clopped over to the shelf to select a bowling ball.
"I'd take one of the smaller ones." He calls, and I look back at him narrowing my eyes, as I decide to be prideful, and grab the largest one there. "I think this should do." I say, needing to use both hands and arms included to lift it.
"I'd like to see you throw that one." He mumbles, standing up and rocking on his heels to adjust to the shoes, before walking over to the shelves himself and grabbing a slightly smaller ball. "Lets see you go first." He says, nodding in my direction, and I gulp as I trot over to the alleyway.
The ball was a little to heavy to lift with one hand so I was going to have to use two. "Here I go!" I call, swinging the ball back with both hands, and then throwing it onto the alleyway. For a long moment it rolled slowly towards the pins, Harry's thunderous laughter in the back ground, and then the ball hit the pins.
For a moment I thought it would only hit one, but instead, much to my surprise, it wiped out all of them, givng me a strike on my first try. "Oh! Oh! Look who's not strong now! You said I needed a small ball!" I hoot, fist pumping the air, as Harry's eyes widden and his jaw dropped before he exhaled slowly.
"Alright then, looks like we have a game." And with that we both engaged in a rather agressive game of bowling for the next fourty minutes. During the game I had gotten a few more strikes, and Harry had only gotten one.
When the final scores had finally come out, I won by fifty points. "Yeah Harry your definately the expert." I say, sititng down, and peeling off my shoes because our time share had ended. "You just got lucky." He huffs, sitting next to me and peeled off his shoes as well.
Both of us were panting, and had a thin sheet of sweat on our foreheads, and my stomach hurt from laughing, and throat was sore from hollering everytime I had gotten a higher score then him. I had never had this much fun bowling before, I was greatly enjoying every moment of this.
"Looks like the Tommo Terror struck again." I say, looking at him with a smirk, as I then shyly leaned over and kissed his cheek, the skin tasting a bit salty from sweat. "Next time I'll give you some pointers." I whisper, and his grumpy face softens as he looks at me with a sweet smile.
"That would be nice." He says, then quickly adds. "But I'm going to punish you for that later, because you were embarassing." At that I couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever will sooth your concious." I tease, the thought of him punishing me a bit hot actually.
I hadn't been all to keen on the playroom idea at first, but the more I thought about it the more thrilling and unique it made this relationship. Though I wasn't going to left him spank me again. Well at least not by my consent.
"You ready to go get something to eat now? I'm really hungry." He says, the both of us had only eaten a quick breakfest this morning, and honestly I was famished to.
"Sure, I'm hungry to." I say, standing up, and stretching, noticing from the corner of my eye that his eyes were scoping my body with a hungry expression, before the expression faded once he shook his head.
"C'mon baby." He says, standing up as well, and grabbing my hand, pulling me to his side protectively and a bit possesively. "I'm coming." I say, smiling at his selection of words. It felt weird that he was the only guy that I was comfortable with holding my hand and calling me baby.
"Bye lads, come again soon!" The guy behind the counter called, seeming completely unfazed we were holding hands as we walked by. I had to admit the public display of affections were nice, but I felt like everyone that looked at me with him were judging me.
It was an unsettling feeling, one I chose to push back into the deepest bit of my stomach, and the largest space of my brain.
"That was fun, we should do it again. Make it like a once a week Louis and Harry thing." Harry says, a vibrant smile on his face. I loved seeing him look so happy. I didn't like it when he was mad or upset, it made me mad and upset.
"That sounds nice actually." I admit, both of us swinging our hands as we walked across the parking lot, and then once we got to the car he pulled his hand away, and unlock the car before opening the door for me.
"For my Cinderella." He says, and I bite my lip shaking my head. "No I'm your Cindelou!" I protest, the other name to girly for me taste. "Fine, my Cindelou." He says, and I hesitate for a moment more as I look at the car.
"Can I drive?" I ask, already starting to walk over to the drivers side. "Nope." He says quickly, popping the 'p', but I ignore him as I open the door, and slid into the drivers seat. "Pleaseeeeeee...?" I begged, giving him my best pouty face, and he sighed as he climbed into the passenger side, and shut the door before handing me the key.
"I swear Tommo, if you crash my baby, you'll get much more then a spanking." He warns, and I stick my tongue out at him as I start the car, and then checkmy mirrors before pulling out of the lot, and heading down the road to a nearby buffet.
"I can't take you seriously when you have a butterfly tattoo." I say, and he scoffs. "I was waiting for you to tease me about that." He grumbles, and I laugh as I turn left into a new set of parking lots, and I begin to drive around looking for a good parking space.
"Why did you get the butterfly anyways?" I ask, finding it strange that a grown man, gay or not, would choose such a thing. "Your going to laugh." He says, and I glance over at him as the steering wheel moved through my fingers.
Damn this car was fun to drive.
"Try me." I say, turning right, and pulling into one of the empty parking lots. "I got it because it represents the way I feel about you, you give me butterflies." He says, looking over at me, and I feel my breathing alter slightly as me breath hitches.
"You got it for me?" I ask, and he nods. "I was also thinking about getting another one deticated to you, only a bit more obvious to the eye." He says, as I turned off the car, and sigh softly. "That's really sweet actually." I admit, and he shrugs as we both get out of the car.
"Come here baby." He says, walking around the side as I locked the car, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close to his side, my small body practically disappearing under his arm. "Harry.." I whined, but he pinched my bum in response as he took the keys from me and pocketed them.
"Thank you." He says, and we begin to walk to the entrance of the buffet. Even though I was a little embarassed to be nestled under his arm I still liked it. My body craved his touched, my skin adored it, and I couldn't fight off my smile and small blush when I was in the moment of it.
"How many?" The waitress asks as we walk in, giving me a dirty look as she looks back to Harry with a charming smile. "Just me, and my boyfriend." He says, and I feel my cheeks flush a crisom color. He must've noticed the glares she was giving me, and the flirty smile she protrayed to him.
"Of course." She says, shooting me one last dirty look as she led us to a booth in the back, nestled in a nice warm, secluded corner. "Thank you." Harry says and we both order drinks before scurrying off to the buffet to get a plate of food.
With in moments I have a plate full of food and I'm walking back to our booth where our chilled glasses of soda were waiting, and I was joined by Harry the moment I sat down.
"A buffet, good choice.'' He says, as we both begin to dig into our food, me a bit more agressively then him, him who ate his food more gentlemanly. "You eat so proper." I comment, and he shrugs. "I'm just like that, I don't normally eat fast." He says, and I shurg as I take a few gulps from my soda.
He then looked at me for a long moment, and sighed. "You look cute when you eat like a piglet." He teases, and I stick out my tongue, as I slow down a bit to leave time for conversation. I couldn't believe we were actually on a lunch date right now.
The thought just dawned upon me. I was on a date with my arse teacher Harry Styles who had been my boyfriend for almost two weeks now.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He then asked, sitting back in the booth as he begin to sip on his soda. I shrug, "I never dreamed we'd be sitting here like this. I use to hate you so much that I was secretly planning your muder." I confess, and he chuckles obviously deciding to make humor out of the situation.
"I wanted to shove you into a locker until you behaved." He then says, making me make a playful face with a dropped jaw. "Yeah, well I wanted you to step on a lego." I say, and he gasps, clutching a hand over his chest.
"Louis how dare you!" He exclaims, giving me a dead serious face before I snickered and we both went into a fit of laughter. "I was holding to to be a red lego so it's hide the evidence." I choke out through my laughter as he heaves a bit and wipes at his eyes.
"I want-" He starts but then our fun is cut short when his phone rings. "One second let me silence that." He says, picking up his phone, but then a frown crosses his face. "Hey Louis I have to take this." He says, wiping off his mouth with his sleeve as he stood up, and then walked off to the side before answering the phone with a worried expression.
I watch him as he talked with each word his body language got tense and his face fell as he ran a hand down his face. I could hear little snipbits of the conversation, but he was so far off I could barely make them out.
Finally though after a bit a minute or so he hung up and ran his hands through his hair before walking back over to me and sitting down, burying his face in his hands as he resting his elbows on the table. "Harry what's wrong?" I ask, jumping up and walking to his side with concern.
Instead of giving me a worded answer he just shakes his head, and I scoot in next to him in his side of the booth as I poke his side, my stomach begining to twist with concern, and my heartbeat moved a little faster.
"Harry..?" I asked, and he moved one hand to look at me, his eyes now rimmed with unshed tears, one then falling down his cheek as he blinked. For a moment all I could do was look at him in surprise before resting a hand on his thigh.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom's?" I whisper, seeing something upsetting obviously had happened and he needed somewhere secluded to let out emotion.
"Yes p-please." He choke out, and I nodded as I slid out of the booth and then he followed me, keeping his head down as he followed me like a wounded puppy to the one person family bathroom, a bathroom that was a blessing at the moment.
Once we both walked inside, I walked over to the sink and leaned against it as I looked at him for a long moment, "What's wrong baby?" I ask, the word 'baby' a little strange on my tongue, and he takes a shakey breath as he leans against the door and slids down onto his bum before burying his face in his hands and crying a pityful cry, one I had only heard once.
"Harry!" I exclaimed, rushing down to the ground before crawling inbetween his knee's so I could cup his cheeks. "Harry what happened?" I ask, and he rests his large hands over my wrists, gripping them tightly, as he clamped his knee's shut around me.
"I-I's my mum." He says, and I feel the concern deepen as I kissed his forehead, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs, "What happened to her?" I ask, and he sniffles.
"M-My dad p-pushed her down the stairs, a-and hit h-her over the h-head with a b-beer bottle. S-She's in t-the hospital." He chokes out and a look of horror crosses my face as my grip tightens on his face.
"Is she going to be okay?" I ask, and he nods slowly, tears still rolling down his cheeks. "Y-Yes, but t-this keeps h-happening. O-Once every c-couple of months h-he puts her in the hospital." He breaths his breaths sharp and raspy as his hands move around my waist and he hugs me tightly.
"H-He s-sometimes hurts my other s-sister to, but r-rarely." He says, and I swallow a rising lump in my throat as I shift positions so I was sitting inbetween his legs, my back pressed to his front as he held me tightly and rested his forehead on my shoudler.
"Why don't they leave?" I ask, and he shakes his head. "T-They don't have anywhere to g-go Louis." He says, and I bite my lip as we both sit in silence for a long moment, his tears soaking my back, and my mind rushing with a multitude of thoughts.
"Why don't you let them live with you until they could get on their feet? Your house is big enough, then that way you won't have to see your dad anymore?" I suggest, and he stiffens for a moment as he takes my words into consideration.
"Y-You know what Louis? That's a-actually not a bad idea." He says, sniffling again as he kissed the side of my neck and laced his fingers through mine. "Yeah! So when your mum gets out of the hospital, just go pick her up and your sister." I say, and he nods slowly.
"I'm not so sure how well this idea of your's will work when I s-suggest it, but I-I'll try." He says, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Good." I whisper, enjoying the contact right now as he sighed in a defeated way.
"Louis will you come with me this time? You said you would? I'm scared to go alone." He says, and I nod, a little scared to step into Harry's past myself, but I was willing to do anything for him at this point.
"Yes, of course. I can always catch up on behind school work." I say, and he kisses my ear. "We'll go this weekend." He says, and I inhale deeply. "This weekend?" I ask, and he nods. "Okay." I say, still willing to go. He then chuckled,
"You know I rarely cry in front of people." He admits, and I smile softly. "Well I'm glad to be one of the ones your cozy with." I say, and he giggles. "Do you cry in front of people?" He asks, and I shake my head.
"No, I rarely cry actually." I admit, tilting my head back to look up at his red face and he kisses my nose. "Well good, because pretty boys shouldn't cry." He says, and I give his hands a squeeze. "Then you shouldn't cry either because your very pretty Harry." I say truthfully, and he shrugs as a soft smile crosses his face.
"You know Tomlinson, I think I'd like to marry you someday." He says, and my breath hitches for a moment as my heart begins to beat violently fast. "Marry me?" I ask, and he nods.
"I know it's a little soon to say something like that, but since I first met you that was one of the things on my mind. Your one of the first people I'd be wiling to marry." He breaths, and I feel my heart in my throat.
Instead of being appaled, creeped out, and uneasy at the thought, it actually made my heart flutter and stomach dance with excitement at the thought.
"That would be cool." I say, and he leans down before pecking my lips, then he nuzzles his face into my hair.
I think today I just fell in love with Harry Styles a little more then yesterday, and surprisingly it didn't bother me one bit.

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