Damaged: a Andreil Story

Equipment

Andrew held the small striker in his hands with furrowed brows. He cursed lightly under his breath and picked up Léo's small frame and walked towards Bee's office.
The young teen in his arms were whimpering, with his breath uneven. "Fucking hell, Flores" said Andrew swallowing hard and knocked on Bee's office with his bleeding left hand.

As Andrew walked out of Bee's office, he only saw one of the two foxes he came with. He raised an eyebrow at Neil. "Where's Léo?"
Neil sighed and explained what had happened. Andrew nodded and went towards the bathrooms nearest Bee's office. Andrew froze as he heard sobs coming from the men's stall, crying and pleading. "Oh fuck" whispered Andrew as he went towards the door and knocked. "Flores? Is that you?"
"P-please... padre.." Léo's voice were shaking. Andrew clenched his fists and cursed out loud, attempting to open the door, locked. Andrew started to bang onto the door to try and wiggle it out of its sockets, but it didn't work. "Fucking hell! Stupid fucking door!" said Andrew as he kicked at the door, but froze a bit as he saw that the door didn't need much force by kicking to get it open.

A heartbreaking scream filled the hallway, and Andrew got his feet moving, kicking at the door. Cursing loudly as he punched the door with his left hand, feeling it crack amd blood starts dripping harshly onto the floor. He cursed in German and kicked three more times at the door, increasing his strength in each kick, finally hearing the satisfaction of the door busting open. Andrew saw Léo laying on his back, wheezing for air as he slipped into unconsciousness. Andrew picked him up and held the small striker in his arms.

The door opened slowly, Bee standing in the doorway. "What is it-" Betsy interrupted herself as he saw the small seventeen-year-old in Andrews hands. "What the.. what happened?" said Betsy as she dragged Andrew into her office.
"I was gonna go to the toilet... instead i found Flores having a bad anxiety attack" said Andrew and walked past the couch, where Neil sat, and straight for the small table Bee had in her office. Léo shivered as the warm body that held him left him, his head falling onto the left side, facing the three others in the room. Neil looked surprised, but stayed silent. "I'm going to call David, this isn't good, if Léo gets a panic attack out on the court during games-"
"He probably won't" said Neil slowly. Both Andrew and Betsy turned their glances towards the short auburn haired boy, as he sat with his arms crossed. "Certain situations makes these attacks happen. I have no idea why Léo have gotten so many since he moved here, but he refuses to talk to any of us"
Betsy looked troubled as she glanced back over at the seventeen-year- old on her table, with furrowed brows.
"Considering how good he is at exy, I don't think anything bad will happen in games. I'm more worried anytime else. Betsy, you have to talk to him" said Neil with a calm voice, as Andrew sat down in the couch next to Neil, feeling himself getting dizzy by the amount of blood dripping harshly from his hand. Neither Neil or Betsy noticing the bloody hand.

Half an hour later, Léo woke up, pretending like nothing have happened, the three foxes had to leave Betsy's office. They walked in silence together, and on the entire way back to the Fox tower, all three were silent. Neil noticing Andrew's spaced out look, as well as his walking a bit like a drunk person. "Andrew, are you okay?" asked Neil as he stopped. Léo glanced at the goalkeeper in silence, studying him. Andrew blinked a bit and nodded, not saying anything, keeping his bleeding hand in his pockets. "Just a scratch on my hand, I'll be fine"
The rest of the walk remained in silence.
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It was late before the front door to the 'apartment' opened, and the last fox entered the house for the night. Léo had spent time with Kevin, buying equipment.
Neil was asleep on the couch, ontop of a drowsy Andrew, now with a bandaged left hand, watching a movie.
"Hello..." said Léo almost in a whisper to not wake up Neil.
Andrew lifted his right hand in a hello, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen. "Dinner, Neil made for you, can't promise its any good, he's pretty shit at cooking" said Andrew with a wheeze of a laughter. Léo smiled a tiny bit and walked his way to the kitchen. "Um... Andrew... right?" asked the striker, unsure, still getting to know the team. Andrew nodded and turned his head towards the kitchen, where Léo stood, with an eyebrow raised.

"I was just wondering how long you and Neil have been together" said the young teen as he warmed up some leftovers. Andrew snorted. "We're not together"
Léo raises an eyebrow, but didn't ask any further. Silence crept upon the awake foxes, the only thing being heard was Neil's low snores and the microwave making a hum as it warmed Léo's food.

"What do you think of Kevin's choice in equipment?" asked the blonde as he slowly caressed Neil's cheek, feeling every scar on the small blue eyed boy. Léo snorted "I didn't know there was so many racquets, and so many different styles of a helmet" said the teen as he ate his food, making Andrew snort. Neil snored lowly against Andrew's chest, his expression calm and relaxed.

"I'm going to put this boy in bed" said Andrew as he lifted Neil carefully, both thinking about his ruined hand and Neil, walking into the bedroom, laying Neil down in the bed, tucking him in lazily. Neil snored louder and smiled as he held Andrew's pillow close, sighing. Andrew smiled a small bit as he leaves the bedroom, closing the door tightly, going back to the living area, seeing the small striker sitting in the couch watching tv, instead of being in his room. "Wow Flores, deciding to bond with the team?"
Léo flipped Andrew off as he ate. Andrew sat down next to Léo and snickered lowly to himself.

The hours went by, as it was near sunrise, and both of the foxes sitting in the couch were still awake. Andrew had gone through two bottles of vodka, and Léo were high on God knows what, both boys just chilling, Léo having his feet ontop of Andrew's. "Dude I have no fucking idea why I'm so scared of bomding with you, you are great" giggled Léo, clearly out of it. Andrew snorted loudly and continued to drink. Both boys having a blast before Léo drops the remote for the TV, and bows down to pick it up, not noticing Andrew also went for the remote, the boys banging eachother's head into eachother, both falling off the couch with a snort, sitting only inches apart. The boys laugh as Léo lifts up the remote, so high he can't even think straight and patted Andrew's chest.

"God damn, let's not do that again, dude" said Léo with a low laugh, taking a cigarette from Andrew's pocket, andhis lighter. "Flores you are something" said Andrew as he sipped on his bottle of vodka. The two foxes glanced at eachother.
Both boys not realizing that they were only inches apart, Léo leaning in, slowly, too uncertain about the situation, Andrew following after, forgetting about his boyfriend sleeping in the bedroom only meters away. Andrew smashed his lips onto Léo's. They were soft, but seemed used, bruised. Léo kissed back, completely out of it, and by instinct tried to grab Andrew's neck, but Andrew pulled away, pushing Léo harsly, making said boy pout a bit as he licked his lips. "Fuck, dude" said Léo with a laugh. Andrew having an emotionless face as he drank the rest of his vodka.

What both boys didn't notice, were that Neil stood in the opening from the bedroom, watching it all. He was completely silent, stunned by what have happened infront of his eyes. He swallowed a sob and turned around, getting dressed quickly, feeling his heart ice over once again, tears rolling down his cheek.
Neil snuck out without the two completely wasted and high foxes on the couch noticing, and he ran. He ran out of Fox tower. He ran away from campus. Neil ran as fast as he could, while tears stung in his eyes. He was hurt. He started to run over a crosswalk.

What Neil didn't notice was the truck headed towards him at full speed..
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