Sometime ten years later

Louis was panting, hands on his knees as the sun shone bright overhead. The opponent ran with the ball.

He lifted his head to scan the seats somewhere to find someone.

He smiled upon spotting merely his silouette one and began to run again, chasing the ball.

He finally got the ball, but the match had only thirty seconds left. The tension was high, time low and the stadium in complete silence.

"AND THAT'S A WIN FOR DONCASTER ROVERS!" The commentator cheered and the crowd burst into loud cheers.

Louis smiled and ran to his husband who walked down from the VIP box to the edge of the field, tackling him and their two daughters into a big hug.

"I'm so proud of you Boo." Harry spoke giving him a quick kiss.
"I thought you would actually not show up."
"Have I ever missed a match babe?" Harry chuckled.

It was true, Louis was never worried- It was all going to be good, his goodluck charm was there.