Divergent [Niall Horan]

[3]

After the Choosing Ceremony, all of the Dauntless initiates were emitted to go outside and wait for the train, the train that we will jumping on sometime within the next fifteen minutes.

Harold has stood beside me this entire time, and we haven't spoken a word to each other sense we were in the Hub. Just as he's about to walk more into the crowd of people, a grab his arm, pulling him away from it.

"Explain," I demand once we're a good distance away from other people. He faces me with a confused look on his face. "Explain to me why you chose Dauntless."

He shrugs, "Seemed fun," He says nonchalantly.

"Seemed fun? Harold, you do realize you just messed up your entire future, right? You said you were going to pick Abnegation! You lied to me, your best friend!" I exclaim quietly.

"Well last time I checked you weren't Candor material either. What happened to choosing Erudite? Huh, Sophia?" He asks, pointing his finger directly in my face.

This is the first time Harold and I have ever gotten into a 'fight'-more of a disagreement-any other time we just joking, but this time wasn't like the other times.

I sigh, running fingers through my brown, tangled hair. "It's different for me, Harold."

"And why is that?"

My fingers suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world as they fiddle together. "I'm Divergent." I look up to see Harold smiling at me before hugging tightly.

"Me too!" He shouts, pulling back, his hands still resting on my shoulders, "I'm Div-" The rest of his syllables are muffled by my hand. Some people give us weird looks, but I assume it's just because of Harold's loud voice.

"Harold, shut up. I'm pretty sure that's not a good thing or at least that's what the woman told me," I say as I remove my hand from his mouth. "What does it mean?"

Harold shrugs, "How am I supposed to know?"

"Well I don't know, maybe-" I'm interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to face the person, and it turns out to be the boy that was sitting next to Harold. It's now that I notice he's wearing a mustard-yellow shirt and red pants; he still looks sad.

"I'd hate to interrupt the two of you, but the trains almost here." I can't help but stare at the boys. His accent resembled Harold's.

See, Harold, his sister, and his mom-or as he liked to call her mum-talked differently than anyone I had ever met in my life. Having grown up with him, the accent was normal to me, but whenever we met new people, they'd look at him funny. Other than Harold and his family, I knew one other person who talked different: Niall. His accent wasn't quite like Harold's or the stranger in front of us, but it was definitely similar.

Harold's hand gently shakes my shoulder. "You're staring," He mumbles.

"Sorry...uh..what's your name?" I ask.

"Liam."

"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Sophia and this is Harold," I introduce.

He nods, "We should probably head for the train now."

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Jumping on the train was something I thought I'd never experience. I honestly didn't think I'd make it. Liam and I had to help Harold get on. Niall and Avery made it together-of course-and the entire train ride I stand near them hugging and kissing and mumbling the occasional 'I love you' before nuzzling their noses together in a disgusting manner.

It was soon announced that we'd be jumping off and onto the rooftop of a building, which I thought was incredibly insane. I thought they'd let us off easy and maybe stop the train so we could walk off like other factions would do, but boy was I wrong. It was a long jump, and the pain I felt from it was excruciating.

I had managed I scrape my hands and knees, not to mention I managed to get a huge cut on the side of my face that I was sure to get a scar from when it healed.

Don't get me wrong, I could've had it a lot worse. One girl looked like she ate the pavement. I remember seeing her tumble down after me where her head smashed roughly into the ground. She was face-down, so I couldn't exactly tell if the blood was coming from her nose or her possibly cracked skull. She was dead for sure, and I was horrified. Harry had to guide me away from her because I had been standing there so long, I guess.

So here we are, standing in the midst of the medium-sized crowd surrounding the gaping hole in the rooftop of the building.

Some guy is standing on a ledge near the hole, introducing himself first before yelling out another sentence. It's when the third sentence starts, that I begin to listen to him.

"Several stories below us is the members' entrance to the Dauntless compound. If you can't gather the guts to jump off, you don't belong here. Our initiates have the honor of going first," He smirks.

"We have to jump into that thing?" A girl from Candor asks.

"That's what I said. I didn't stutter, did I?" He asks, coldly.

She shakes her head furiously. Everyone's eyes widen, excluding the Dauntless-born initiates who have probably done this thousands of times.

"Who's first?"

I watch as an Amity boy in front of me raises his hand, and as if planned, the sea of mixed colors seperate to make a pathway for him.

He stands at the end of the ledge, taking deep breaths before jumping Ito the deep abyss. The only thing that can be heard is the soud of his screaming that fades the deeper he gets into the hole.

"He's a goner," I whisper to Harold who nods in agreement.

Something about me wants to jump into that hole and find out what's really down there. A net? Water? They surely wouldn't make us jump down there if it involved risking our lives, right? But then again they did make us jump off of speeding bullet trains and onto a concrete building.

"Next?"

I don't know how, but I find myself walking forward towards the hole, a new bravery blossoming inside of my small body. I take deep, solid breaths as I peer in, and before I know it I'm falling.

I can't scream, my breath is now caught in my throat as the wind thrashes past my ears, burning my eyes and causing my cheeks to turn a rosy pink. It feels like I'm falling with no end until I roughy hit something that catches me, a net.

I reach out for the hand closest to me, and when I get a good look out who the hand belongs to, the face seems so familiar. Brown hair and blue eyes. I mean, that look is common, but there's something different about this particular person.

"Thanks," I mutter awkwardly.

"Name?" He asks, his voice similar to Harry's and Liam's and Niall's.

"Sophia."

He gives me a cold stare. "New name?"

I say the first that comes to mind, a name I've always admired. "Lillian," I breath. "Lily," I correct quickly.

I had always liked that name.

He nods, moving me out of the way to lend a hand to the next jumper who I recognize as Harold.

"Lily," I repeat. "Lily. Lily. Lily." I continue as confirmation.

'A new place, a new name. I can be remade here.'