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Fast forward three weeks:

Leah POV:

Its finally the start of the euros, we had played our first two group stage games, winning both. 

Our next match was in Swindon . What the fuck happens in Swindon I kept thinking to myself.

I've not spoken to Emily really, I texted her the day after Issy's game to say it was nice to meet her, and she has texted me to congratulate me on the Euros, but that's about it. I wish I would have somehow stayed in touch a bit, but I don't really know how that would of happened, Ive only met her once.

Today we had our usual morning training session, which flew by, and then we had the rest of the day off for recovery as we were leaving tomorrow morning.

I was sat in my room at St George's Park, ignoring everyones texts trying to get me to go and join the fun downstairs - I was exhausted. I was just scrolling through instagram, and one stalk lead to another and I found Emily's account.

We didn't follow each other, we weren't really friendly enough for that like I said, we had only met once.

I decided to give her a follow, maybe it would spark something, I don't know.

I scrolled through her account and noticed that a few of them had the locations on, they were in Swindon. 

"fuck" I said under my breath to myself

it all came back to me, I remembered back tot the netball match. Emily lives in Swindon, that's how she knows Issy, Issy went to school there, knew it rang a bell.

"hmm" I sighed, questioning my next move

I decided to ring issy

"I forgot you went to school I Swindon" I said as soon as she picked up, without even saying hi

"oh hi Leah, nice to speak to you too, im good thanks for asking, how are you" she responded

"yeah, yeah, so swindon"

"what about it?" she asked

"im playing there on saturday night" I responded

"use your words here Leah, what are you trying to say" issy was just confused at this point

"I don't know." I had dug myself a hole here

"you know who lives in Swindon?" she asked

"who" I responded, but I knew exactly what she was going to say

"Don't act dumb, I know why you called. I hear she is a great tour guide"

"who are you talking about" I continued to act oblivious

"if your gonna pretend, Emily"

"oh right, right" I said

we both laughed down the phone.

"yeah, maybe I'll look her up" I said

"what was the purpose of this call then? just to tell me your playing in the town I used to go to school, coz all that could of been said in a text?" she said

"what if I wanted to hear your voice" 

"cute, but no. Text her Leah, I'm sure she can fit you in. I've got to go, good luck"

"alright, bye issy, thanks" I said as she hung up

I threw my phone on my bed and sighed. what was going on with me, this was weird. I would of never thought I would be swooning over a girl I met once.

I decided to head downstairs to to take my mind off everything, off her.

Emily POV:

I haven't really spoken to Leah since meeting her at the netball, but what else would I expect, she's Leah Williamson, captain of England, whereas i'm, I'm just Emily.

My life went back to normal, not that was ever really going to change.

One afternoon I was in the pub with some friends, one of which being my best friend Ben.

"how's Leah" he asked, taking me by surprise

"what do you mean, I forgot I had even told him I met her"

"don't tell me you exchanged numbers and nothing has come of that"

I just looked at him and took a sip of my drink

"missed opportunity em" he said

"she's 25, a professional athlete, a household name, im 20, a university student with no direction in life, those two worlds aren't meant to collide" I sighed

During this conversation, my phone lit up, I got an instagram notification, as if the timing couldn't of been more of a coincidence.

Leah Williamson has started to follow you 

I lifted my phone up and just waved it in Ben's face.

"Hope isn't lost" I smiled

I hit the follow back button and put my phone away, rejoining the conversation, but I couldn't hide the smile on my face

"you deserve the best, Em" Ben said, putting his hand on my knee


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