To Love a Broken Heart

Special Chapter: Colliding with love

A/N: This happened before all the shit with Harry, just keep that in mind. It was before the last chapter!

Well, enjoy this special Nosh chapter! :)

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Sometimes, people say that sexuality doesn't exist; that you'll fall in love with the person, it's something that just happens, doesn't matter the gender. I thought this was one of those things people say out of stupidity. I mean, I'm Niall Horan, 'Pussy' is my middle name, and that is something I'll be banging countless of times. Yet, why do I feel like this? Since when did I start to palpitate with terror around a boy? One of my good friends, at that. Do you know that feeling of complete serenity, like you're lying in Elysium; you feel complete and safe; you feel as if nothing can harm you and your heart begins to beat rapidly, and every muscle in your body is aching just to touch that one person you're completely in love with? Well, I'm undergoing through that emotional state, with a boy, nonetheless. How did I fall in love with you, you romantic, selfless, gorgeous, muscled, brown haired, chiselled jaw, musical genius, and kind boy; how did I fall for you, Josh Devine.

Here we are, in the middle of gym, him in his shorts, showing off his muscled legs with some hair growing - not that I mind body hair, especially not on him; it made him look buff and manly: I like that. We were caught in the middle of a game of Dodgeball, he was on the opposing team; there was only him and Liam while I was with a guy called Ed. I could feel the sweat dripping profusely down my cheeks, soaking the material of my shirt, there were patches of sweat on it, yet I dared not blink, I don't want to lose, I need to beat Josh; I want to impress him! Suddenly, I saw two balls flying towards me, I ducked and managed to dodge the first one and had to jump over immediately after to avoid the neighbouring ball. Ha, you have to try harder Josh. An annoyed expression fell on his face as his attempts to hit me failed, miserably.

"Not even close!" I provoked him, now a smirk replaced his face. I could feel my knees lose feeling and it started to imitate a piece of jelly: it began shaking furiously. I caught his eyes and smiled back. Everything else was a blur, I was caught up in the moment and was nearly hit by an incoming ball if it weren't for Ed interceding and catching it.

"Keep your head in the game, Horan!" He scolded, not even bothering to look at me and staying focused on the game. Liam was off and a terrified Harry came wobbling back onto the court.

"Do I have to? Can't Taylor or Leo take my place instead?" Harry groaned and just as he walked on a ball rocketed between his legs, he doubled over in pain and sounds of laughter filled the air, even the coach was laughing.

"3 seconds: New record Styles!" Mr Stone joked during short intervals of his laugh. Harry pouted and sulkily exited the court, muttering curses under his breath and sat back down on the bench where I could see Louis giving him concerned looks. That's weird, out of all people, I thought he'd be the last one to have any care of Harry's wellbeing. I carefully watched Louis for a few more seconds before Coach's deep voice brought me back to focus.

"Out!" He yelled and pointed at Ed who was now lying on the floor, looking irritated. He slowly got up and passed me the ball that hit him. He gave me those stern, terrifying eyes of his and pointed his fingers, full of venom, and warned me not to lose. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and averted my gaze back on Josh, he had his arms up, basking in his glorious throw. His eyes met mine, it was full of determination. However, I couldn't show any sign of weakness, or else that would be it, this match would be over before the final ball has even been thrown.

"Just you and me, Horan!" Josh Provoked, giving me an intimidating finger, at this point I would be fuelled by anger but instead, a cosy feeling supressed the beast inside, and I found myself staring - once more.