Chapter 5: Oops:
"Well Niall I have to go... I have to finish the game to get money." I mumbled not making eye contact because well... I'm mad at him!
I left before he could say anything else. Throwing the jersey on the ground, my cheeks beat red. I was just... overwhelmed.
I stormed back onto the field and asked the ref to start the second half. I was mad now. I shouldn't have even hugged him.
No I shouldn't have even gone towards him.
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After the game ended, we had won 6-2 and it was a good game. I slowly got undressed and back into my v neck and my sweats.
I sat there alone not wanting to be bother but unfortunately not everyone can understand that because they just kept on texting me...
I turned my phone off and ignored it. After a while of just sitting under my cubby, I plugged my earphones in and pulled my Under Armour sweater on.
I started listening to Monsters by Rhinnna and Eminem. I loved that song and turned it up full. I walked outside the change room and thank the lord they weren't waiting for me.
Instead it was Jake, Quinn and Blake were waiting for me like usual. I turned down the music and smiled.
"Great game miss hat trick!" Jake smiled and handed me his Vancouver Canucks snapback.
"Why thank you, I do make everything look absolutely fabulous!" I laughed bowing. They pulled me into a bear hug and their super strong Axe was unbearable.
"Can't Breath!!" I coughed.
"Sorry K, Me and Jake are going on a double date with some super hot twins. Can't dress down" he said and winked.
"Well you both smell like you poured the damn bottle all over yourselves." I said sarcastically.
"Oh and K? Some Irish guy I think his name was like Nick... Or Niall! Ya Niall said he wanted to talk to you." Quinn shrugged.
"Eh probably some crazed fan wanting my phone number... But hey? Can't blame him can ya?" I giggled nervously.
Me and Blake walked home alone. He left me at my door and we said goodbye, like no sappy crap, cause comon, I am seeing him tomorrow at Uni.
I unlocked my door and walked in locking it behind me. The place was dark and I flipped a light on. Danielle wa somewhere with someone so I had the flat to my self.
Well I should have it to myself.
I tossed my stuff on the ground when I heard a loud crash coming from my room. I was about to race up and kill them but I stopped myself.
"Shit!" a voice screeched.
Well clearly they are idiotic enough to not check who's home. I grabbed a large steak knife from the drawer.
Don't judge, someone is in my freaking house!!
I walked slowly up the stairs and waited for and other sudden movement. The stairs creaked loudly as the person started to come down stairs.
Yes I said started. Not finished.
"Stop right there!" I shouted pointing the knife, my hand shaking.
The intruder was wearing normal clothes, skinny black jeans, Supra's, a snapback that had the Batman symbol with a green hoodie.
With blonde hair and blue eyes....Niall?
"Niall James Horan?!" I questioned utterly surprised.
"Hey Keera! It doesn't look like that! Wait... No... I mean..." he trailed off.
"Niall you could have just called..." I responded.
"Well you wouldn't have answered." he said furiously.
"Why would I?" I cried mad at him. "I am mad at you fro leaving me and letting your family cover for you! Ya thanks for telling me."
"Keera I didn't mean to leave on a sour note love." he tried to explain.
My heart fluttered, he called me love. He hadn't said that in years. His blue eyes looked sincere. And ya of course I missed him a lot but.... But what? I did have a reason to be mad at him but it wasn't the best reason.
But it was a reason.
"Well you did." Was that all I could come up with? Wow I am horrible.
"Can I make it up to you?" he suggested.
That was a good question. He probably could make it up to me and earn my trust again but was I willing to actually let him?
"Fine..." I finally answered.
"Yes! Tomorrow at 10. My flat." he said rushing out of my flat.
I closed the door and walked up the stairs. Yes I missed Niall a lot but I already know my way around London and I think I have classes tomorrow.
I changed into my pyjama's and a white longsleeved shirt. I pulled my hair out of my bun and ran my fingers through my hair.
What was I going to do?
My hair ran down my back almost to my butt. Ya it was long. My brown hair was think and I like it. The blonde at the end looked actually good on me.
My eyes I liked the most. Dark blue. They were special. Too me. I was about 5'7 so short. Really short.
Than I thought about Niall. And all the good times we had. How he always called me beautiful. Even after a soccer game. He called me the best player on the team, and his best friend ever. But it doesn't seem that way now.
He would text me in the morning and we told each other everything. But again that was the past and this is not the past it is the present and that is behind me.
I brushed my teeth and washed my face knowing it was late and tomorrow was going to be a tough day.
I walked across the hall into my room. The walls were a normal beige colour, I had a bed, of course, in the corner of my room by the wall with matching blue covers that had athlete across them.
Since I had been here for about a month and boxes still unopened. I plugged my iPhone into the dock that sat on my desk and started to blared out music.
I opened up the boxes to see pictures of my family like their was me and my older brothers James and Jack who were now 20 and 22.
And then there was a picture of me, James, Jack and Tyler my younger brother who was only 14. Yes I said was.
2 years ago when I was 15 going on sixteen that day he was out withg his friends. They were being idiots and bossing my younger brother around.
They dared him to jaywalk a highway....
That was the stupidest thing ever for 15 year olds to dare a 14 year old. Tyler didn't want to do it but they said they would start beating the shit out of him.
Tyler stood his ground. And I was proud of that. But of course it was a Friday and people in Ireland always go to the pubs on Fridays.
A drunk driver swerved at Tyler and his friends hitting them and instantly killing them all. And it was all his friends fault.
And worst of all that was my birthday he died on.
sad chapter :( but it took me a long time to update and actually write this chapter because i have so many tests to study for and it is grade and and I have like 9 tests in the next week and a half and i hate studying. so ya. but i will try to update and write the next chapter. and i just remembered of something i read in another fanfic that apparently one direction reads fanfics on wattpad to see what directioners think in their life.,....
creeeppyy.
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FanfictionKeera Blake. 17 year old, Irish football (soccer) player. Best friends with Niall Horan. They haven't talked in years, yet they meet up once again. What happens when everything goes from amazing to a dead nightmare Niall couldn't escape.
