One Shot #89

#imagine
sice you went on soccer, you're in the same team as Louis. from 7 year olds to now. 
You were a couple for 3 years, you were 15 when he asked you. 
You were the only girl in the team so you were lucky and had a private dressing room, Louis always came into yours too, the other boys didn't mind.
'Hey how are you?' Louis asks as he stands at the door, waiting for you to come out of your house, you had an important match today, if you win, you become champions. 
'I'm fine, hope we'll win and we both score at least once!' you chuckle. 
'Yeah, we're a topteam, we can do it.' He hugs you before you get to the playfields. 
'Here are your clothes already, got to find mine..' he gave you your clothes and you sneaked away to your dressing room. 
Louis comes in and pushes you against the door softly. 'Not very nice.. you could've wait.' he watches you mischievously. 
'I could, but i didn't..' you laugh.
He kisses you, holding in a little. 'Come on, we've to get changed.' He let you go with a chuckle. 
You put on your soccer clothes and see Louis is watching you the whole time. 
'Louis, don't! ' you giggle. 
'You're just too beautiful and i'm already done..' 
'Go already, i still have to put my shoes on, and have to do my hair!' you put your hair in a ponytail, it looks like crap, but you don't care. 
'No, that's mean. Wait, what do i get when we win? Are we going to shower together then?' He looks so cute that you can nothing else than just agree, sighing. 
'YEAH.' he smiles happily. 
you put on your shoes quickly and stand up.
'Come on, i'm done.' you take his hand and get outside, getting ready for the match with your team.
The arbiter starts the match. 
You're striker and Louis' on your right.
Your team gets the ball, give it to you, and you pass 2 players. 
You want to shoot, but just when you're about to move your foot, you got tackled from behind, falling down on the grass. You lay on the ground, almost crying from the pain. Louis directly came over to you, asking how you're doing. 'Red card for you mister.' the arbiter says. the boy who just tackled you walks away from the field, without any sorry or pardon. 
'Coach, i'll help her, put 2 other players in.' Louis lifts you up, carrying you to the dressing room slowly, you cry silently, burying your face into his chest. 'Does it hurt so bad hun?' he asks worried. 
'kinda yeah..' you say as he puts you down on the benches. 
'wait a second, i'll get a chair, you've to hold your ankle under cold water.' 
He pushes his lips to your forehead and gets a chair.
He helps you to get on the chair, and let the water stream slowly, so it won't hurt. 
'With shoe?' you ask.
'Yeah, your ankle won't get bigger and less blue.' He smiles.
'Weird.. Thank you for everything, you should play!' you take his hand.
'I'd rather help you, you're more important than a soccer match.' he rubs all over your back.
'i love you. ' He pull him near so you can kiss him. 
'i love you too.' He smiles.
Your team walks in after the match, they asked how you are, and told you that you are the champions. 
They would celebrate it tonight, so you can go to the doctor first.
'Thank you guys!' you smiled at them. 


The doctor said it was nothing special, just rest for a week, it would be over by then.

You go with Louis to the party, of course everyone knew that. 
Louis' arm is around your waist the whole time, so you can try to walk and lean on him a bit, such a gentleman. 
you sit down with your whole team and eat 'the champions meal.' (french fries and a drink. haha!)
You have a great time, people are dancing, Louis offers you to stand in his feet, so you could dance with him, it ended very funny, when you got on your own feet again, he watches deep in your eyes.
'I love you [YN].. forever.' he smiles and kisses you passionately. 
The others are 'aw'-ing, but you just kiss along, whispering 'i love you too.' between some little kisses.