Damaged: a Andreil Story

Fuck you

Neil walked out to a quiet living room. The foxes were calmly chatting with each other and the tv was humming in the background. "Neil! You look so clean now" smiled Dan cautiously, watching the striker from the kitchen. Neil showed a small smile before grabbing his hands out of bad habits.

"Your food is in the kitchen" said Léo, not looking at him as he ate his food, Léo's feet laying in the lap of a sleeping Andrew. Neil nodded and limped over to the kitchen, grabbing the small box with his shaking hands. Wymack entered the kitchen and made sure he had coffee. "Neil I'm putting you on the bench until you're healed. I don't want you back in the hospital" chuckled Wymack lightly, trying to ease the mood. Neil smiled a bit. "I'll try, coach"
Dan sighed as she took a sip of her coffee, tapping her fingers gently against the kitchen counter.

Everyone was quiet, except for the low snores from Andrew and the tv in the background. Neil ate his food slowly and sat on the floor in silence. Dan drank more coffee and looked like a angry possum where she stood. Léo was typing away on his phone, and Aaron slept on his twin's shoulder. Matt were reading a book, and Renee was calmly searching through the channels on the tv.

It was peaceful until Tuesday night. Hell broke loose. Mostly because Léo and Andrew were fighting in the bedroom, while Neil sat alone in his gigantic bed and shook. "Fuck... why can't they just shut up" mumbled the striker as he kept his hands firmly pressed against his ears. He didn't even notice the door banging open, and Andrew walking it, before it was too late. Andrew grabbed a strong hold on Neil's sore hand and dragged him out of bed. Neil yelped and tried to push him away, his long baggy tee hanging off his shoulders and the small shorts he always wear at night slightly showing. "Andrew!" screamed Neil as he tried to claw his way out of the strong grip on his hand. Léo were cursing in a different language, probably Spanish, Neil couldn't tell, he was too busy trying to claw his way out of Andrew's grip. "Andrew what the fuck!?"

Andrew had a emotionless face as he dragged Neil out to meet with a very angry Léo. Andrew threw Neil onto the couch and crossed his arms, staring at the two strikers. Léo bit his lip as he tried to calm down. "What the actual fuck?" asked Neil as he held his even more sore hand. Andrew took a breath before turning to Léo. "Mind telling Neil what you did?" asked Andrew with his arms firmly crossed over his chest. Léo snorted loudly and raised an eyebrow. "Sure! I did some fucking research on you, you brainwashed assfucker!" said Léo as he approaches his teammate. Andrew stopped him. "When were you going to tell me that you psycho ex were the som of the bloody Butcher!? Do you know what that fucker did to my family?" at this point, Léo were screaming, sure as hell waking up everyone else in the fox tower. Neil shook of the yelling, his ears starting to ring. Andrew kept his straight face on as Léo continued. "Your pathetic father killed my only family!" Léo's voice shook and broke at the end "he killed the person i loved the most..."
Andrew's straight face softened a tiny bit, and Neil stares wildly between the two. Léo quickly dried his tears and turned back to Neil. "And you are the legacy, the fucked up child. You are a disgusting person, a disgrace! You should have died with your fucked up mother"

Andrew slammed his fist into Léo's cheek, knocking the striker out cold, as he stared angrily at him. Neil swallowed hard as he glared at the goalkeeper. Andrew looked at Neil with soft eyes. "Why did I let it go so far?" whispered Andrew, his knuckles shaking, catching Neil off guard. "Why did I do such a big fucking mistake?"
Neil shook his head at Andrew and cleared his throat. "Andrew, I know you didn't mean it, but you did-"

Before Neil could say anything else, Andrew had tackled him into a kiss. A deep, desperate kiss. Neil could feel how Andrew's lips were chapped and bitten raw out of anxiety. He could feel the desperation coming from the goalkeeper as they kissed. The striker could feel his heart flutter and butterflies in his stomach. Andrew were rough, both teens eagerly exploring eachother's bodies with their hands, feeling the tension melt away between them. Some might say they were meant to be, others might say they were desperate to feel eachother again.

The long lost couple were separated when a loud bang from the door echoed throught the room. Both boys separating, panting a bit as they both stared at the door. Dan and Renee was standing there with a baseball bat, ready to hit someone. Dan growled seeing the position the teens were in and grabbed a strong hold on Neil and pushed him away from the goalkeeper, keeping Neil close to her. "What the fuck happened here?!"

Andrew crossed his hands and stared at the unconscious striker below him. "I protected Neil from Léo. He was rude and brought up the past. I had to knock him out."
Neil was blushing a bit as he still thought of the kiss. Dan sighed and looked at the striker. "If you broke his jaw I swear to God..."

"I didn't break his jaw, but it wasn't far off" said Andrew simply as he got up and lifted Léo up. "I recommend Neil not sleeping alone tonight.. in case Flores decides to attack" said the goalkeeper as he went into the room he shared with Léo and closed the door. "I think there's trouble in paradise" said Renee after Andrew left. "Neil, do you mind having a sleepover in your room?" asked Dan as she looked at the frightened striker. Neil shook his head. "I don't mind"

The rest of the night was spent in the bedroom, where Neil talked with Dan and Renee about everything from past trips to exy. The only problem was the half loud crying coming from next door, where Andrew sat awake and cried lowly by the window as he took another drag of his lot cigarette.

"What the fuck have I done?"
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