Lauren Hemp short fanfic :)

part 12

I awoke with my alarm, and quickly headed into the shower. Careful not the wake the girl who was still sleeping soundly in the bed opposite. My showers never really last long, in fact I was in and out in ten minutes. I turned the bathroom light off and walked over to my bed, quickly drying myself and getting dressed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Basic attire for our breakfast. I quickly plaited my hair up, to keep it out my way then  picked up my phone, the time read 6:25.

I decided to move over to Lauren's bed, shaking her arm gently, waking her up.
"Hey, wake up sleepyhead." I said, leaving my hand on her arm. The blonde groaned softly, pulling the covers over her head before realising who it was that was standing over her. I removed my hand as she pulled the covers back down and pushed her arms above her head in a stretch,
"Morning." I chuckled.
"Is it half six already?" She replied, her morning voice husky, and incredibly attractive.
"I'm afraid so." I chuckled, perching on the edge of my bed. She sat upright and turned towards me,
"Have you had a shower?" She asks, switching her gaze between my damp hair and my eyes.
I nod,
"I don't enjoy a lie in, unlike someone else I know."

Lauren chuckled carefully, still trying to be rid of her morning voice. She rose from bed and went to get changed in the bathroom, when she came back out she grabbed a jacket from her suitcase,
"Want one?" She asked, looking up from her folded clothes, again with a slight smirk.
"Yeah. Sure." I reply.
She threw across a navy blue hoodie, I opened it out slid my head through it.
"All good?" Lauren asked,
I nodded, "thanks Loz."

We headed down to breakfast at about ten to seven, only finding a few of the girls sitting in the common room.
"Morning." Leah smiled from a bean bag,
"Hey." Lauren replied, smiling.
I felt arms around my waist, slightly confused as the only girl who could do that was stood infront of me.
"Nice hoodie." Lucy whispered into my ear,
"thanks, its-uh-"
"Lauren's. I know."
"How do you?"
"You should read the back of it before putting it on." Lucy's finger traced along my back, spelling out the words, 'L.HEMP'
Fuck. It was a personalised one.
"Screw you Bronze." I chuckled, prying myself from her grasp and turning around to face her, "I didn't pick it."
"So she gave it to you?" Keira questioned, I nodded. The gingers expression changed and she withheld a laugh. "Oh bless you Ali."
I stuck my middle finger up at the girls, smiling slightly.

The rest of the day was pretty straight forward, eat, train, and possibly do some more training. I was asked to help out the goalkeepers union, and took some shots against all three of our keepers; Hannah Hampton, Mary Earps and Ellie. The drill was quite simple, I stood in the middle, with a pile of footballs, and each of the keepers had a net set up around me in a square. I shot a ball into one of the nets at random, then kept going. So none of the girls knew who was going to have to save it next. Mary did the best; saving all but two of my shots. Ellie and Hannah saved the same amount.

It wasn't long before we were finished with training, and most of the girls headed to the gym to cool down before dinner. I followed them down, but didn't do to much. My ankle was kinda aching, but no one on the team needed to know that. Instead I just spotted Keira on her weight training. Most of the girls headed back up to their rooms to get ready for our outing. But I went downstairs to Physio, slipping in through the open door without anyone noticing.
"Hey Alina. How's the ankle doing after training?" Our main physiotherapist, Kate, asked.
"That's why I've come back down actually. I was wondering how long I need to have it taped for?"
"Is it still painful?"
"It never was painful. Just achey, like the aftermath of cramp."
"Most likely it was cramp then. Uh- come back tomorrow to get it re-taped, see how you feel. If it's not feeling any better after a few days we'll sort something out."
"Thanks Kate." I reply, turning on my heel and heading back up to the room to get ready.

I scanned my room card and pushed the door open, Lauren was stood infront of the mirror showing of her toned stomach in a black crop top, black ripped jeans and a red, white and black flannel. There was a other outfit laying flat on her bed, but I could already tell that the one she had  on looked better.
"That one." I state, causing the girl to look over in my direction,
"I'm torn." She groans, "I love that one, completely. But the trousers on this one are so much comfier- Wait. You said this one?"
"Yeah." I chuckle, "you look amazing."
"That just made my decision a whole lot easier, thanks Al."
"Just telling it how it is."
"So. Now I'm dressed. What are you wearing?" Lauren smiles, taking a seat on the edge of her bed.
"Oh I don't even know. I'm shit with style. Put me in a tracksuit, tie my hair back, I'm a masc lesbian. But actually dressing up, I have no sense of style at all."
"Well don't go masc then. Put something feminine on, there's enough masculine gays going out with us." Lauren chuckled,
"hm. Sure." I shrugged, pulling open the wardrobe and glancing inside. I headed into the bathroom and got dressed into a pair of sage green cargos, a laced cream crop top and a blazer jacket thing that matched the colour of my trousers. I pulled the bathroom door open,
"yay or nay?" I asked the girl, she lifted her head from her phone, looking me up and down slowly.
"Holy shit Ali. You look incredible."
"I'll take that as a yes then, what time is it? Are we running late?" I reply, trying to hide my blush.
"Nah. We've got another twenty minutes till we need to leave, don't you worry."

I put some concealer, mascara and lip gloss on, just to set the outfit off slightly more. Before taking my hair out of its braid, it fell curly over my shoulders. I run my fingers through it carefully, placing the hair bobble onto my wrist incase I needed it later.
"Al? You ready?" Lauren asked, knocking the door of the bathroom, and pushing it open slightly.
"yeah. I'm done." I reply, walking out of the bathroom. I grab my key card, shoving it in my bag. Lauren pulls the door open, and together we walk down to the lobby. Some of the team were already stood waiting, no one had gone seriously overboard on the outfits, so I felt comfortable in what I was wearing. Once everyone was down in the lobby we obviously had to get some pictures for socials, there were a few of the whole squad which took alot of effort to coordinate. And then separate ones with different groups. What I didn't realise was Beth England; being the budding photographer that she is also snapped a few of everyone behind their backs. A few had to get deleted because they showed too much to reveal to the public. Mostly about realtionships, but most were just adorable candid photos.

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