Will you Stay?

Chapter 65

// Anna's Pov \\

After saying goodbye to Anna, I had one more class and then I returned to the frat house to change into my soccer gear and meet up with Zayn. After I changed I sat in the main room, playing on my phone; waiting for Zayn.

"Hey Mate" I hear the sadly familiar voice of Matts. I still eye my game giving Matt a bored "Hey"

Matt sits next to me "What ya doing?" he asks.

"Waiting for Zayn to go too practice" I say in a monotone, hoping that if I sound as bored as I am he will stop talking to me. I was surprised his hasn't mentioned our bet yet. At that moment I get a message from Zayn.

'Hey Mate, not coming to practice today. But Harry is still defiantly going'

I roll my eyes and let out a low grunt "Zayn's not coming, so we might as well start walking" I say getting up from the lounge. "yeah, alright" he replies, following my lead.

The short walk to the soccer field was very awkward; we walked side by side to each other not saying a word. I remember I used to be good mates with Matt, until I realize that he is a bastard and I want to put him in a hospital permanently.

After about 5 minutes, I notice a familiar full head of curls coming out of one of the buildings and continuing to the path of the soccer field. I breathed a sigh of relief as I cupped my hands over mouth and let out a sharp whistle followed by a loud "Harry!!"

He turned around, smiled and waved; stopping so we could catch up and join him. I smile thankfully as I greet him with a bro hug and start a conversation about his week off.

#

We walked into the boys locker room that was actually filled with the rest of the team. I give a friendly smile to a few of them and make my way to my locker, realising that my name that I scratched on with a pen is scrapped off. I quickly look at the lockers next to mine, realising they were the same. I then realise the silence that filled the room and I turned slowly to see all the boys in the room staring me down; Matt in front of them with his arms crossed.

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion "Guys what's going on?" I ask.

"We don't want another girly ass faggot who would put his girl before his team leading us, you're off the team" Matt stated, letting off a little smirk.

"What are you talking about?" I ask. "We made a bet, make the girl fall in love and dump her and you get my chief position" Matt repeated the terms.

I nod "Yeah and I will" I lie.

Matt smirked "No you won't, because you love her too"

I bite the inside of my mouth setting my gaze into a scowl. "Oh don't like that I know that eh?" he teased.

"How the fuck do you know that asshole?" I grimace. "I have my resources" he says, at that moment Tiffany comes out is her skank of a uniform, pushing her boobs out.

I clench my fists and rolled my eyes "You fucken bitch" I sneer "And you can't just kick me off the team"

Matt let out a sharp laugh "I told you I could, but just to hold peace let's take a vote" he turned to the boys then "Who votes we kick this softy, sorry excuse of a fucken captain off the team?" he asked sarcastically.

I watched as each guy slowly raised their hands, in then came to Harry; he pondered for a moment before putting his hand up. Matt turned to me and tisked "I guess majority rules, get the fuck out" he says.

When the final mento had been added to the anger inside of me I exploded "Listen here you fucked up brit" I grit as I walk towards him, my fists were griped and my eyes were set on the asshole "What makes you think you call the fucken shots in this place, who the fuck died and made you king!" I scream.

Matt smirked "You're off the team Niall, it over"

Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison,screeching a demanded release in the form of violence and that's exactly what I did. I swung my first and it quickly connected with his jaw. He abruptly stepped back, unaware of the punch but that didn't stop me. I furiously jabbed out more punches pushing him further and further back. My hands were dripping his red blood and my eyes were seeing white. I watched as he tried to defend himself, his scrawny body going against him; not even his so called mates standing in this very room were helping him. I stopped for a slit second looking over his beaten face before I gave out one more punch. He sputtered out a curse laced with blood and crumpled to the ground.

I breathe heavily, quickly turning to grab my sports bag, not missing the socked and scared faces of everyone else in the room. I quickly exited running away from the change rooms and away from the field.

I felt the muscles in my arms tense from soreness, I taste the blood in my mouth from my bitten lip, I feel my knuckles tingle. 'fucken pathetic loser ' I mutter under my breath. I started making my way over to Anna's, hoping she would make me feel better about this whole fucken situation.

I abruptly stop, 'I can't show up, I have blood on my knuckles and no doubt she would figure out somethings wrong and I'm so fed up with myself I know I would tell her the truth about the bet. I shake my head and run past her dorm continuing on to mine.

I let out a shaky breath. I'll tell her...soon.

I bounce up the steps of the frat house about to open the door and I see Louis step out. His soccer bag over his shoulder and confusion over his face "Bro what's wrong?" he asks.

I shake my head, unable to say words, let alone put them together. I looked over the blood dried over my hands. I licked my lip in frustration "They kicked me off the team, because Matt found out I was in Love with Anna"

Louis eyes widen "But they can't do that, we've discussed that we need a vote"

"Yeah well they did their fucken vote and I'm out, so I bashed him up" I say, trying to wipe the blood off. "So what are you gonna do?"

I shake my head, not sure of what to say. Louis has some worry in his eyes "Come on let's get your mind off it, we'll was up your hands and drive down to see my aunt?" he suggests.

I nod walking up the steps of the frat house, lucky to have a mate like Louis.