Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Karla POV

Being a professional soccer player is not easy. I play on the Ireland women's soccer team as the goalkeeper.

All guys want to do is get in my pants most of the time. I would like to say I am not "ugly," but I am definitely not "attractive."

For me, it is extremely hard to look in the mirror without crying.

All I ever want to do is have a good time and play soccer, but no commitment. I'm afraid of it. Deathly afraid. You would understand if you knew my backstory, but I do not tell that to people. That requires emotion and feeling, things I also do not like.

But guys aren't wanting to get in my pants for my personality, obviously. They want my money. Understandable, of course.

We had just played against Brazil and I felt glorious. We had won a game against Brazil! Who would not be excited?

I went to the sidelines and started signing shirts, arms, faces, soccer balls, everything. Several guys hit on me, some attractive, some not. I paid no attention to any of them. This whole charade is kinda in the job description.

Then I heard a thick Irish accent, something I am still trying to get use to ever since moving from America. I was born in Ireland, and lived here until I was five years old. Then, I moved to America. As soon as I was on my own I moved back to Ireland.

I looked up to find the most daring blue eyes I had ever seen. I could see my reflection in them (Not a good sight since I had just had an intense soccer game). My stomach fell to my feet. I just stopped, every single part of me. My heat beat stopped abruptly and all I could see was him. I shook my feelings off, but my heart was beating with such excruciating pain that I wonder how it did not fall out of my chest.

He had bright blonde hair with brown at the roots. He looked strong. He had some great muscles, something I find an interest in. The outline of his arm muscles were obvious with the tank top he had on. He was pale, but his muscles made up for it. All I can say is he was gorgeous.

I came out of my trance when he started speaking. My mouth was wide open. How embarrassing.

"Hey love, will you sign this for me?" He asked me.

"S-sure.." I stuttered.

"You played wonderful out there. No wonder you're a professional!" I think he was trying to flirt with me.

"Thanks. I just do my best," I said awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

"I don't think anyone could do any better than that."

"I don't know about that. The back up goalie is pretty good as well."

"Couldn't be as good as you," he whispered and winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. He cannot be serious?

"Yeah, um, sure." I said shrugging him off.

He smiled and...blushed? His teeth were almost a fluorescent white, so perfect.

I signed his poster and then walked away selfishly forgetting the other fans. I had to get away from this boy before feelings got involved.

I grabbed my equipment, and said my goodbyes to my team mates.

"See you later Karla!" They yelled to me.

On my way to my car, all I could do is think.

My adrenaline was pumping and I just wanted to get out of there. I just wanted to run and never stop. Too bad you cannot run away from your own feelings.

I sat it my bright blue Ford Mustang for what seemed like an eternity. Just thinking and not wanting to get out. I did not want to think I was a member of reality.

When I got home I tried so hard to sleep, but nothing worked. What was this I was feeling? I need to sleep. I have a 8:00 am practice tomorrow! That is way too early for me to get up.

I tried taking a shower, drinking juice, reading a book, watching television, but nothing worked.

I turned and looked at my alarm clock.

4:00am.

"Well, crap. Why will this kid not get out of my head? What is so special about him?"

But the funny thing is, I knew exactly what was special about him. It was him. That was all the explaining I needed.

"I have never felt this way about anyone before. It is almost, criminal."