Divided

Chapter 7

***Chandler's POV***

I rolled out of bed, threw my hair up, grabbed my bag and began the walk to practice. As I walked through the locker room halls I glanced at pictures in the hallway of all the sports teams. I saw the 2011 boys soccer team picture and I stopped to take a look.

I recognized Louis #13, and standing dead center was Niall #7. He had the biggest smile on his face and on the same soccer billboard, down the side there were pictures of individuals with plaques listed with records broken or achievments.

Second from the top was Niall, with a ball on his knee and smile on his face. The plaque read '2011 MVP' and there was another enscription underneath, 'Most Goals Scored Freshman Year.' I smiled to myself as I admired the awards... I had no idea he was that good. My heart immediately ached at the thought of him having to give it all up due to injury.

I heard light breathing behind me and I quickly turned around. I smiled when I saw Liam standing there in his practice clothes, and with a sunbeat face. "Hey." I said quietly.

"Hi Chandler." He looked to the board behind me. "Why are you looking at the soccer team?"

"Ummmm.." I began stuttering trying to think of a good reason. "Ya know, just looking at all the teams' pictures." I saw Liam's eyes go straight to Niall's plaque, as he lifted his hand and pointed directly to it.

"That freshman record is going to be mine by the end of the season." I nodded my head.

"I'm sure it will." He laughed and I picked up my bag once more and slung it over my shoulder. "I should get going to the locker rooms.. have to get ready for practice. I'll see you soon." He smiled at me as we parted our seperate ways.

I made it into the locker room, and the thoughts of Niall followed. I still could feel his touch lingering on the places that his hands trailed to. I reenacted the kiss over and over again...the whole night felt like a dream.

While the team started our run I tried to stop the consuming thoughts of Niall because there was a large chance he would never follow up on his whole 'date offer.' He was not a committed type of guy. Though the thought of us never speaking, or kissing, again hurt me more than I wanted to admit, I knew that this wasn't going to end smoothly no matter what happened.

***Niall's POV***

I woke up in my bed alone. The feeling of waking up in an empty bed after one of our parties was usually refreshing, but I felt strangely empty. I sat up with a major headache and I tossed on an old soccer tshirt as I went to the kitchen to find Advil.

I pulled out eggs from the fridge and salt off the shelf. I was inspecting the pan that was on the stove to see what substance was last in it when Harry walked down. I handed him the bottle of medication without him having to ask.

I gave up decifering what was in the pan and I cracked three eggs into it. Harry sat at the table and poured cereal. People were going through the kitchen and a few others were sitting and eating at the table beside Harry by the time my eggs were done. I saw he had his keys in hand. "Ha who'd you have to drop off?" Harry groaned.

"I don't even remember her name but this is the second time for the school year. I agreed to some dinner plan.. I don't even want to talk about it." A few people at the table laughed but I stayed quiet. I continued to think back to the kiss. I was brought back into reality. "Niall...NIALL." I shook my head and widened my eyes.

"Oh sorry, yes?" I sighed slightly.

"Are you alright? You seem pretty quiet." I shrugged at Harry's comments, but he continued. "I feel like you always have stories to tell after parties, and usually a person to drive home in the morning too." I looked at him skeptically and he corrected himself. "Well I meant a person I usually drive home because you bolt as soon as you wake up." People in the kitchen laughed at the remark and I shrugged my shoulders once again.

"I'm fine. And you already know who I drove home last night." I spoke quietly as I put my dishes in the sink. Everyone seemed confused as to what I was talking about, but Harry raised his eyebrows. He followed me to the sink.

"What exactly happened last night?" I looked at him with a blank expression and he narrowed his eyes. "On the dance floor...or maybe in the woods?" My eyes slightly widened even at the memory.

"Ya know, we were just dancing, and then we kissed a little, no big deal or anything?" He gave me a weird look.

"And the ride home?" As soon as he brought it up I began mentally punching myself in the face again. Denying her offers of going into her room... I was an idiot. He saw my disgruntled expression and laughed. "What happened?"

"I mean we were just kissing again, and things started going a little further..." He nodded and I continued. "And then she asked me to go to her room and I said no..."

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" He spoke extremely loudly and the whole kitchen stopped their conversations and looked at us. They quickly returned to their discussions as we returned to ours.

"I don't fucking know what I was thinking!! I just didn't want her to be another one of those girls I hook up with and then never speak to.. and I just wanted things to be different. And don't call me a fag for it because I know I am." Harry broke out into a smile and a small laugh.

"I don't think you're a fag but this is definitely a different side of you. So you do actually like her?" I shrugged.

"I told her I was going to take her out on a date." Harry laughed loudly.

"Well I can tell you one thing; with her brothers, this will never end well." I sighed knowing he was right. "But don't let it stop you, she's hot. And even if you won't admit it, I think it's pretty obvious you like her."

I went to my room and grabbed my phone out of the charger. I laid on my bed.. a date. Where could I take her where we wouldn't be seen? Should I even go through with this? If I cancelled she'd probably already half expect it. Classes started tomorrow and she'd probably end up meeting some great athlete in her freshman writing class anyway and then it'd be a matter of seconds before she forgot about me. At our next party I'd probably screw some blonde and I sure as hell wouldn't be thinking about her.

Forget what Harry, or anyone else said.. I didn't have feelings for Chandler. She was an idea, or an experiment. The fact that we weren't allowed to be together got me off, but it was time to move on from that and start thinking about attainable goals again.

Athletes were overrated anyway.

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