Ali Krieger Daughter -USWNT [ON HOLD]

Fifteen

Olivia POV

We had just reached the practice field. The whole morning everyone was watching me carefully, I mean I don't blame them after yesterday. I know they are only doing it because they care

"You know, you look kinda sickly" Abby said wrapping an arm around me

"Just part of a hang over and lack of sleep" I said

"You do to" Abby said looking over at Tierna who gave me a look, knowing no other than those there knew about what happen last night

"Just slept bad last night" Tierna said causing Abby to narrow her eyes but accept our terrible excuses

"Sure, I'll accept those answers for now but I will find out eventually" Abby said walking away to get ready

"You should get ready too" I said causing Tierna to nod "but I'm taking you bag" causing Tierna to look at me confused

"I'm going to use it as a pillow" I said with a cheeky smile as she handed me her bag while shaking her head at me

"Of course you are" she said as she walked away

I moved closer to the bench before laying down on the ground and placing my head on Tierna bag and closing my eyes

However before I could fall asleep I felt someone kneel next to me causing me to open my eyes to see Ali

"Hello, mo-Ali" I stuttered out and felt a blush appear that I was trying to fight as I saw Ali's shocked face.

I watched her quickly recover

"Just wanted to check up on you and let you know just get me if you need anything" Ali said

"Thanks, but I should be fine. I'm just going to take a nap. I don't want to bother you during practice" I said

"Your never a bother" Ali said causing me to nod to let her know I understood

"Go to sleep" she said patting my thigh before jogging to the team as I closed my eye

I laid their trying to sleep, however I kept replaying what I could remember from the last 24 hour including almost calling Ali mom.

I mean I know Ali is my mom but I've called her Ali. I've never really thought about calling her that before, I mean when I think of the word mom I think about about the one who raised me. The lady who raised me kidnapped me from Ali who is my mom

I groaned and open my eyes, a nap was not going to happen

I sat up and looked for something to do to pass the time.

I spotted a bag of soccer balls behind the bench. Might as well mess around one I thought as I made my way over to the bag and grabbed on before moving to an open space

I juggled the ball a few time to get the feel for it, a small smile making it on my face as it was like I never stopped free styling. Sure I messed around and shot a soccer ball for gym but I have avoided free styling.

I pulled out some headphones and started playing playing music and only focusing on the beat and juggling the ball, letting all the thoughts leave my head.