𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 // 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫

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               IT WAS THE POUNDING ON the door that woke Hannah that morning, and she groaned as she ducked underneath her pillow, refusing to accept that she had been woken up. When she didn't emerge from her bed, however, the door swung open, Dean being the first one inside the room. "Get up, Hannah — you're late for your flight!" His tone was rushed, his eyes desperate and panicking as he watched Hannah stumble out of bed.

               "What? No — I could've sworn I set an alarm—,"

              Marie chuckled as she entered the room, applauding Dean. "See, Deano? I told you we could do it. Now, you owe me ten quid. In fact, I think we should up the stakes the next time — we both get a solid salary." The Scot turned, shooting a look at Hannah, who stared back with her eyes narrowed. "Oh, drop the attitude. We've got a going-away party with the team to attend. Also, nice to see you're so caught up in leaving that you didn't notice your plane doesn't take off for another two days."

"Will there be wine?"

"No." Marie grimaced. "The squad's got a match tomorrow, the last one you'll be working before you leave — and don't give me that look, I'm sure you'll turn up with a new boyfriend when you get home." The Scot shrugged, noticing how Hannah was still standing there, a pillow under her arm, dressed in her Peter Pan-pajamas. "Now, get dressed, will you? Breakfast's waiting."

She left the room, leaving Hannah with Dean, who shot his older sister a small smile. "She's not joking, uh — about breakfast. She's not joking about the party either—,"

"I'm worried you'll pick up on her attitude when I'm gone, and to be very honest, that won't suit you, brother." Hannah sighed, tossing her pillow back to the bed, turning back to look at him. Though she loved her brother, he could be quite clueless, and not even as she narrowed her eyes at him again, he realized what she meant. "Dean, get out. I'm going to change."

               "Oh, yeah — sorry."

The young footballer rushed out of the room, leaving his older sister alone. Hannah sighed as the door shut close, immediately getting around to rummaging through the clothes in her wardrobe. She didn't want to be late for breakfast ( even though she had a feeling at least Marie had already eaten ), and quickly changed into a hoodie and a pair of joggers, tying up her hair with a hairband.

               However, the view that met her when she entered the kitchen was not one she would forget anytime soon. Marie was leaning back on one chair, a newspaper in one hand, pencil in the other as she solved a crossword puzzle, her brows furrowed as she was thinking. Dean stood by the window, sighing heavily as he watched something across the street. "What do you think will happen? I mean, the dog cannot be having a good life over there with all the flinching, barking, and yelping."

                "Until there is a law that allows us to kidnap animals we fear are being mistreated, the only thing we can do is call the police, and with all your worrying, I think I know all the officers operating on the front desk." Marie sighed, flipping her pen around as she grabbed her cup, quietly sipping her coffee.

               "What kind of odd movie-scene did I just walk into?" She chuckled, shaking her head as both Marie and Dean looked her way. Instead of waiting for an answer, however, she moved to the kitchen counter, reaching for the kettle to fill the cup that had been prepared for her with coffee with water ( she knew that was thanks to the photographer, as her brother always had a cup of tea in the mornings ).

               Neither Dean nor Marie gave her words another thought, as they returned their focus to breakfast. "So, what are the plans for Chicago?" Dean asked, curiously raising an eyebrow as he looked at his sister.

"Well, turns out the England-squad will be doing some promotional works with some of the cast and crew from the three One Chicago shows." Hannah spoke, sipping her hot coffee carefully, eyes on her brother who seemed to enter a state of shock.

Marie snorted from beside her, rolling her eyes. "Oh no, I think you broke Dean."

"That means you could literally be meeting both Sophia and Marina, but without me?" The young goalkeeper whimpered, staring at his sister in disbelief. "I can't believe you would turn your back on me like this. The least you could do is bring me, Hannah. I'll be good, I promise — I'll hang back and only speak when you let me—,"

"Don't you have, oh I don't know, a job here at United?" Marie questioned, cutting Dean off, only to see his eyes narrow as he turned to the Scot. "Hannah is leaving to do a job; you'd be vacationing, and your vacation is over, Dean. If you don't think so, I'll make sure to have the gaffer add quite a bit to your drills."

"You wouldn't."

"Of course she would." Hannah chuckled, leaning over to give Marie a high-five. "Besides, I've got something else that let's me travel; I've got permission."

Marie furrowed her brows as she looked at Hannah, shaking her head a little. "That's kind of a lie, but sure — we'll let it pass, this time. Edward was not ready to let you leave. Only reason he had for letting you go, is that he didn't want to be sued or in a situation of being blackmailed by England's media team."

"That basically is permission—,"

"Not a permission based on free will."

"You're just bitter I get to visit Chicago, and you don't." Hannah rolled her eyes at Marie, taking a bite of her toast. The Scot responded, mumbling something inaudible under her breath, before turning back to her crossword. The rest of the breakfast was quiet, though not in a bad way. Marie quietly solved her crossword, Hannah tried thinking about what the team could have planned for the 'going away' party ( she knew this wasn't something they did to everyone who went away for three weeks on various occations ), and Dean seemed to hum the lyrics of Spice Girls' Wannabe.

               In many ways, a rather normal breakfast in the apartment housing the two Henderson siblings and Marie, though the rest of that was not exactly what they would call normal.