Magic, what a wonderful feeling
Chapter 9: Magic, what a wonderful feeling
“WOOOOHHH GO STYLES” Louis yelled out from the stands as Harry chased after that tiny golden ball. Louis had never really been into quidditch that much, his old school was more academic than sporty. But he couldn’t deny that watching Harry out there on the field was exhilarating, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he was quite literally on the edge of his seat watching the game. He did however feel like a right idiot being decked out in gryffindor gear, he hadn’t realised that generally you would only attend games that YOUR house was playing and wear YOUR OWN colours. Oh well, he was never one for the rules anyways.
Harry really did looky dynamic in the air, he and his broom were one and the same both with the same goal, to win. And win they did. Harry had captured the snitch! The stands erupted in roars of excitement and across the way sighs of disappointment. Beside him Liam and Niall were jumping up and down and hugging each other as if they were the ones to personally catch the snitch themselves. Louis looked back onto the field and realised that Harry was flying around to the stands, his fist up in the air in celebration. When Louis made eye contact with him, he winked and Louis returned it with a smile. All around him girls and guys alike were in shambles over who he was winking it, who was the mysterious person that had captured Harry Styles’ attention? But Louis knew, and Harry knew and that was enough. Of course it was just friendly, not romantic like many may assume. He and Harry were just you know, lads doing lads things that lads do cause lads are cool.
After the excitement had died down and the crowds started dispersing Louis, Niall and Liam made their way down to the field to congratulate their mighty victor.
“Right on ya lad!” Niall congratulated
“Proper good work” Liam added on
“Yeah not too bad styles, maybe you’re not completely useless after all” Louis teased
And Louis couldn’t confirm or deny, but he swears up and down when he said that Liam and Niall exchanged knowing glances at each other as if they had a secret about them that they were yet to know.
“Well I better go, I said I’d meet Zayn after the game” Louis announced
“Noooo cmon lou stay we’re having a celebration in the common room” harry pleaded
“Nah I can’t do that to Zayn I’m really sorry harry have fun though”
“Ah fuck it bring the bugger along”
“Really?!” Louis, Niall and Liam said in unison
“Yeah why not, the more the merrier to celebrate my win!”
“Oh i can’t be seen celebrating Harry it goes against my values my house lost ya know” Niall said
Harry looked at him and gave his signature puppy dog stare, tilting his head for the maximum effect
“Pleaseeee niall”
“Ah, how can I say no to that face! But i will need to stay hidden, i’m wearing a scarf and a beanie” Niall caved
Harry then turned his attention to Louis
“How about you?”
Louis thought for a moment.
“Alright”
And out of all the wins of the night, that was the best one.
Back in the common room the party was in full swing, it seemed that everyone in the house had come to join the festivities, and Harry was the star of the show. He had people left and right congratulating him, patting him on the back and asking to do a shot with them. He did of course, he was a man of the people after all. He spotted Louis, Niall, Liam and ugh Zayn from across the room and promptly made his way over.
“Hey lads, zayn” Harry nodded
To which Zayn returned with a pursed smile
“Wow, this really is something” Louis said, gaping in awe
“Yeah we like to celebrate around here, cmon join the crowd!”
But as they joined the crowd, Harry got swept away to the middle and hoisted onto the top of a table.
“THIS RIGHT HERE IS OUR KING TONIGHT!” some random gryffindor airhead yelled, inciting cheers from the rest of the room
“HE HAS LED US TO VICTORY AND HE WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO, GIVE IT UP FOR HARRY STYLES!!!!!!”
Harry laughed as he received even more cheers and pats on the back. He then felt someone behind him place their hand on his back, when he realised it was Serephina he was ecstatic.
“Oh my gosh seraphina hi!”
She giggled “Hi Harry, congratulations”
And before Harry could stop it she was pulling him in for a kiss. Which of course prompted another round of cheers from the common room. And Harry returned it of course but, he couldn’t help but feel like something was off. There wasn’t the same electricity as before, the same passion, the same danger. Maybe it was just the adrenaline from the game. When he finally pulled away from the kiss he was met with Louis’ shocked face, pale as if he had seen a ghost. Harry couldn’t understand why. Was nearly headless Nick in here terrorising Louis and Louis alone? He looked around the room to see what could possibly be troubling the blue-eyed boy but when he turned back around he was storming out of the door, Zayn closely following.
“Louis, Lou!” Harry called out
But Louis didn’t turn around, so of course Harry did the most logical thing. Run after him. His actions were met with grunts of displeasure from his adoring fans and he swears a few whistles from Niall, but all that didn’t matter. When he finally caught up to Louis he grabbed his shoulder.
“Hey what's wrong are you alright?” Harry asked
“Yeah i’m fine, just tired is all” Louis responded. But his eyes were glassy and his voice hoarse.
“Are you sure, lou why don’t you let me get you a glass of water or something you can lay down in my room and have a lie dow-”
“Mate it's fine really,” Zayn interrupted, and it took Harry a minute to register that Zayn’s hand was now on his shoulder. That Zayn was touching him, in a non violent way! Where they both didn't want to kill each other!
“Thank you though, really. For taking care of him, we’ll catch you later” Zayn continued, and with that they were off into the night.
Harry returned to the party but for the rest of night he was on autopilot. Had Louis gotten home okay? Was he alright? What had he done? And most importantly,
Why did he care so much?