louis p.o.v.

my heart is still beating, and it's been twenty minutes since i got back from harry's flat.

i lay my head onto the armrest of my couch and stare at the blank telly screen.

i sigh, i hope harry likes what i made him. and i hope he listens to my note.

i'm planning to go to his match next week, i still don't know if i'll talk to him, but i still want to support him.

the flat door opens with a slam and niall walks in yelling, 'what up my main bitch!?'

i scoff and sit up to look at him over the back of the couch.

'you peasant, i am the queen!' i glare at him.

we both glare at each other for a few seconds before busting into laughing fits.

our laughs dying down, niall walks over to the couch after shutting the door and plops down with a grunting sigh.

'so what's up queen lou? i heard from zayn that harry was discharged today.' he says looking over to me.

i told niall the whole story of what happened that night with harry a little bit ago. he's still not fond of harry, but he gave me a good whack over the head for being stupid and not bothering to listen to any explanation.

i smile. 'yeah this morning.'

'you gonna go see him?' he asks.

'not yet. i'm gonna go to his match next week though. support and all.'

niall only nods.

before i know it, it's the day of the semi-final match.

i'm getting ready now, plain black jeans, a cute purple sweater with large daisy's all over it, and a pair of white three inch heeled boots.

i'm just putting the finishing touches on my hair and light makeup when my phone rings. grabbing it off of my bedside table i look at the caller id.

zayn.

i haven't answered any of his calls, and i know exactly why he's calling now.

i press the green answer button and lift the phone to my ear.

'hello?'

nothing. just breathing.

'zayn, i know you're there.' i say quietly.

'louis.' zayn says a little shocked. 'um, hi. i wasn't expecting you to pick up, got used to just leaving messages.'

'yeah, sorry about that.'

'it's fine yeah... i get it.'

i don't say anything in reply.

'so, um, harry's match is today.'

'i know.'

he doesn't say anything for a little while. 'are you coming?'

'i, yeah, i'm going.'

'oh.' a rush of air hits my ear from the other side of the phone. 'good. i'll see you here then.' he sounds hopeful.

'yeah, see you there.' and with that i hang up.

i sigh and throw my phone into my purse, throw my purse over my shoulder and leave my room.

getting out of the car where the match is held the place looks like an abandoned warehouse. walking inside i cringe a little, it's stuffy and smells like sweat and old dirty clothes. it's a lot nicer on the inside though.

i follow the crowd to the entrance of the arena and hand my ticket to the guard who rips off a piece and gives me back the stub. it only gets hotter and stuffier from there.

people are shouting and talking obnoxiously loud all around as i shuffle to my seat.

finally finding it i huff and sit down placing my purse in my lap and try not to touch the large sweaty middle aged man next to me, who munches on smelly jalapeño covered nachos. i try not to show my distaste.

after looking around a bit i spot a concessions stand and practically sprint over. i buy myself two bottles of cold water and stand by the window thats near the stand.

oh thank god fresh air.

'what's a cutie like you doing here all alone, huh, princess?' a voice questions from beside me.

i shiver in disgust because god he just sounds creepy. i turn to the voice and shiver again, he looks creepy too.

the man is almost a head taller than me, shaggy brown hair and muddy brown eyes, his nose is too large and lips are too thin, and his body isn't something i'd like to look at either.

he must have mistaken my shivers as me thinking he was attractive because a smirk made it's way onto his face.

'please leave me alone.' i say.

'awe, but i know you want to come with me right? god you're sexy.'

ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew

'yeah, no. now please leave me alone.' i try to walk past him, but he grabs my arm and pulls me front first into his chest.

oh god he stinks.

'now now princess, don't fight it.' he says trailing his hand down my back.

oh god. ew ew ew ew ew.

why isn't anyone noticing this?!

'i'm pretty sure he said to leave him alone. he even said please.' a deep voice says from behind the gross stinky man.

i freeze. no. i know that voice. the only voice that can melt my insides.

'oh yeah? what are you gonna-' the gross man cuts off when he lets go of my waist and spins around. 'holy shit. harry styles.'

i watch his eyes go wide. he lets go of my arm too, and i quickly take a couple very large steps away from him and closer to harry. i end up about a meter away from him.

harry looks as good as always. his long hair is pulled back into a bun, his hands are wrapped and arms crossed over his gorgeous chiseled chest and abs... i mean chest and abs. he wears his gyms boxing shorts and a pair of nike running shoes.

'bloody hell. i'm a huge fan mate! you are ama-' the man gets cut off by harry's harsh voice.

'i don't give a shit whether you're a fan or not, you just sexually harassed my boyfriend and you are lucky i'm not pounding your face into the pavement right now.' harry says with a cold voice and a piercing glare.

my eyes widened, and so did the gross man's. i've never seen harry like this.

his voice.

i'm melting.

harry called over one of the security guards. 'throw this man out and make sure he doesn't come back, ever.'

'yes, sir.'

the security guard, a big burly man, grabs gross man in a tight hold and drags him off. i just watch.

'you okay lou?' harry's voice startles me.

i look over to him, 'yeah. i'm good thanks.' i decide not to say anything about the 'boyfriend' thing, not the best timing.

he takes a step forward, and i can't help but flinch and take a step back quickly.

the look in his eyes is heartbreaking.

'i'm so sorry louis, i hope you know that.' he says quietly, i somehow hear him over the noise.

'i know harry, and i accept your apology, but i can't forgive you yet.'

he nods. the announcers voice booms over the loudspeakers saying the match will start in ten minutes.

'good luck.' i say with a smile.

he nods in thanks, shoots me a smile and runs off.

i quickly find my seat and the match begins not long after.

shouts and screams, along with hard punches and blood, goes on for almost an hour.

harry comes out as the winner and he's got the biggest smile on his face as the referee holds his wrist up. he's got a cut on his cheek, a split lip, and several bruises, but he looks so happy.

i cheer from my seat and grin. when almost everyone has filed out of the arena i find my way into the back, but not knowing where to go i ask a security guard who looks at me weirdly before radioing another guard.

zayn comes walking up to us not three minutes later with a smile on his face.

'hey glad you came. harry said he saw you earlier.' he says.

'yeah. some creep was groping me and harry stopped him.' i reply with a blush.

zayn only smiles then gestures me to follow. he leads me to a locker room where liam is talking to harry with a serious expression as harry packs his gym bag. zayn clears his throat and they both look our way. harry shoots up, but trips on something and stumbles a little. i giggle at his clumsiness. god it feels like when we first met. i can see the start of a blush on his cheeks.

liam grins, 'louis! good to see you.'

i laugh, 'hi liam.'

harry is just staring at me.

i can feel a blush creep onto my face as harry continues to blatantly stare. liam hits him upside the head and he blinks, shaking from whatever trance he was in.

'h-hey.' he says a little embarrassed.

i grab my purse strap with both hands, squeeze it out of nervous habit, and smile.

'i have to get going, but i wanted to say congrats with making it to the finals.'

his eyes widen and he flushes a cute pink color.

't-thanks.' he pauses. 'um, are you- do you-' he huffs. 'will you go to the final match.' he finally gets out.

i don't say anything for a couple seconds and his face falls slightly with each passing one. slowly, i nod.

'yeah,' i say quietly. 'i'll be there.' i smile.

he's positively beaming at that, 'good.'

and next.

the final match.