You and me

Part 3

Y/N's POV 

"Good morning Elizabeth, how did you sleep?" Elizabeth just looked at me like I am some sort of creep. And she is completely right, she is in someone's home with a complete stranger. "Where am I?" Her voice my god, she sounds just like a freaking angel. Okay Y/N stop thinking like this you look like a stalker. "You were pretty drunk last night and some guy was harassing you so I helped you." Her eyes shot up to me. She had a look of panic written over her face. "Did something happen with that guy?" She asked me clearly panicking. "No, no. He just wanted to have sex with you but you said no. But then he kept pushing you to kiss him. You were in no state to defend you so I asked him nicely to get away. Then he started to insult you and didn't want to leave so I punched hem and then you passed out." I am going to let the part about where I carried her home out because otherwise she is definitely going to think that I am a stalker. "Is that the reason why your hand is so fucked up?" 

Wait, did she really notice my hand? Is it so bad that it is the first thing you see about me? "Yeah, I don't know what happened? I think that he had like fake teeth or something because his face was like a stone wall when I punched him." Just as I said it, Elizabeth stepped closer and took my hand in hers. she inspected my hand and looked me in my eyes. I swear to God that I am going to have a heart attack right here and now. "It is definitely broken. Your knuckles have moved and they are not in the right place. You should get it checked." Is she serious? I can't deal with this. I have my first soccer game in like three hours and I need to go. I have no time for this. "I can't do that. I need to go, I have a soccer game but if it hurts too much I will look at it after the game." Elizabeth just looked at me and gave me an unamused look. "Look, I know that I don't know you, I don't even know your name but I feel guilty for your hand and I don't want it to get worst." Yes, I know for sure that I am going to pass out any minute now. It can't be that Elizabeth Olsen is looking after me. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N and you really have nothing to worry about. I chose to help you. I just moved here because I got this opportunity to play with a great team and I can't let that go just by being injured. I have played with injuries before so I think that I can do it again.  I really need to go now before coach freaks out but feel free to stay and get ready. There are some cereal in the cabinet." I walked to the door and took my bag along with my shoes. Right before I wanted to leave Elizabeth called out my name. "Thank you for helping me. I really appreciate it." I am too stunned to speak. Did she really just thank me. Omg I am never ever going to forget this. 

I walked outside and that's when I remember that my bike is still at the club. "For fucks sake!" Why is this always happening when I am in a hurry. I will just run to the club as fast as I can and hopefully I will still be on time. I sprint all the way to the club and I thank God for my condition because otherwise I would never be on time. I hop on my bike and race to the stadium. If I am being honest with myself I wouldn't play today because my hand is hurting like a bitch. But I really can't risk to be hurt so soon in my career. I arrive just on time so I rush in the locker room where everyone including the coach is seated. I put some sport gloves on so no can see my hand and bench me. "Y/L/N thanks for joining us. Here at LA galaxy we like to be on time and on time means 5 minutes early." Oh shit, I already fucked something up. "I am really sorry coach." I knew Aubrey from my high school time. She was my coach on the soccer team there and if I am being honest she was the closest to a mother than I ever had. So when Aubrey was transferred to LA it broke me a bit. "We also like to be honest and open with each other so please enlighten us why you were late." Is she kidding me? I knew that Aubrey was a bit though but I didn't expect her to do this. Well here goes nothing. "There was this girl yesterday at the club who was being harassed so I helped her. When the guy went away she passed out, I couldn't just leave her there so I carried her to my home. I kind of forgot that my bike was still at the club so I needed to run there to be on time. I am really sorry for this and it will not happen again." Everybody looked at me like I am a disgusting piece of shit. Really what is going on with these people. "We don't go out or drink on nights before a game." The captain said and everybody looked at me. For real do I also need to tell that I am broke and need to work all the time. "I wasn't drinking or partying. I don't have much money to pay my rent so I need a second job so I can keep my studio. And the club pays good money and it's at night so I don't miss any practice or games." 

Now everybody just looks at me with a sad look. Great now they think that I am a complete loser. "It's really brave that you do this. It must be hard to work so late and then to practice the other day. How old are you?" Shit, this question. I just turned 21 so I am really young and didn't even finish my studies. I just always wanted to be a professional soccer player and after my grandma passed I couldn't study anymore. I honestly think that I am still enrolled in college so if I want to go and take my exams I can do it but I will not do that. I like my life how it is. "I am 21." I am the youngest on the team so I really hope that people will take me under their wing. "Well Y/N welcome to the team. Coach told us a lot of great things about you so I hope you will be a great asset." Everybody nodded and smiled at me. I think this group of people will become good friends. 

"Okay, enough of the chit chat. Y/N welcome to the team. Before we start with the warm up I need to tell you guys something. We have a big problem. Our goalkeeper woke up with a terrible belly ache. She needs to puke constantly and can't play today. Our other two goalkeepers are on a vacation because I thought we didn't need them. Well I know that I made a big mistake but I think that I have a great solution. Y/N played in her high school years as a goalkeeper and she was phenomenal. Honestly I don't know why she quit that position because she was a literal beast. Nobody could score when she was in goal. So please can you help me out?" Why is this always happening to me? If I was playing on the field with my hand I could manage it but in goal I have to freaking use my hand. I can't say no to my coach, what am I going to do? I can't do this. This could ruin my career. But on the other hand I need to do this. I can't let my team down. "Yeah sure I will do it but I hope that I am still that good because it has been a while and I am a bit rusty." Everybody chuckled and clapped for me. This feeling that I have right now is the best feeling I have ever had. This morning with Elizabeth and now that I am helping my team in a stressful situation. "Thank you so much, before we warm up I need to tell you something different. My dearest friend is coming to watch the game so please do your best. Also if we win today we will all go out with her and it will be my treat." Everybody cheered and laughed with each other but all I could do was worry about what was going to happen. I hope that the other team sucks and that I have nothing to do at all. "Okay team let's change and warm up. Y/N do you still have you gloves or do you need new ones?" If I am being honest, I carry my gloves everywhere when I am playing or training. I don't know why but I guess it's just an old habit. "Yeah, I have mine." Aubrey nodded and walked out of the locker room. 

Before I know it we are warming up on the field. It feels so good to be back in goal. The team is ready to start shooting on goal and I am trying to catch everything with my left hand and for now it is working. I am in pain but as my grandma told me, pain only makes you stronger. I don't want to be cocky but I am just as good as I was in high school, I take every ball. After an hour of warming up coach calls us back inside for a game plan. "Okay so as we all know, we have a new keeper. For the rest is it still the same. We will do everything like normal. The game begins in ten minutes so please change and wait next to the pitch. My friend will be sitting next to me on the bench and she is already there so please for the love of God behave yourself." I am really curious who that friend is that Aubrey keeps talking about. She never told me that she had such a close friend here and we tell each other everything, well almost everything. We walked on the pitch and immediately we huddle up for the captain to say something. "Okey guys, we need to win this game. Not only because we want to win but also because I need a god damn drink and if we can get it for free we will do anything for it." Everybody laughed and then they all took there place on the field. Just as I wanted to walk to goal Aubrey called me over. "Y/N are you ready to smash this?" I love Aubrey so much, she always knows how to handle me. She knows that I am dying of stress and she also knows how to help me with it. "Yes coach. Thank you for this chance." Aubrey nodded and just before I wanted to walk to my place I saw the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. 

Elizabeth fucking Olsen is the friend that Aubrey brought to this game. 

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I am so sorry that I didn't poste for a long time. I had some things on my mind and needed to sort them out but now I am back and I hope that you all liked this part. 

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