Between us and only us (Scamacca & Y/n)

Chapter 9

There's a knock at the door, and another and another. Followed by no answer.

"Hello y/n" "Any body home?" Xhaka knocked on your door.

He'd stayed behind from the Switzerland trip due to an injury but organised with Emile to pop round and pick up a pair of boots that had been borrowed prior. He picks up his phone to ring Emile.

"Hello mate, no one home I don't think"

"Not? That's weird y/n had a day off today she should be home give me a second I'll call her" Emile hangs up the phone and goes to ring you.

He excused himself from the dinner table with the guys whilst he calls you.

-Scamacca POV -

She's sat in my passenger seat when her phone rings. The Caller ID had changed from 'cutie boo' to 'Babe'.

"Sorry, I should probably get this." She goes to turn the music down whilst she picks up but before she could, I turn the radio completely off.

"Hey," She answer the phone with a clear drop in mood. I wonder why she's still with him. She's not happy. I like knowing I'm a reason she smiles. I wish I could tell her what she means to me. But that's not fair on her right now.

"Hey babe, where are you? Granit's at the door to pick up some boots I thought you'd be home. Where are you?"

I hear come from the other end of the line. She looks concerned. I want to put my hand on her thigh so she knows I'm here for her but I don't know if I can handle what her reaction could be. I keep my eyes on the road.

-y/n POV-

Granit? Where do I know that name from?

Oh fuck.

How could I forget; he's on Emile's team. I remember Emile telling me that Xhaka stayed behind from the Switzerland trip due to an injury but that he was going to pop round and pick up a pair of boots that had been sitting by the front door for ages.

I didn't know that today would be the day those rancid boots would finally leave my house, or else I would have been in my house!

"I got a call from ACA today I've been and set up my studio I'm just on my way back"

Gianluca sighs and rolls his eyes because he knows that means I'm not coming back for dinner.

"Tell him I'll be maybe 30 minutes" I hang up.

"I'm sorry I'll have to head home" I say apologising realising the mistake I've made forgetting the plans we made. But I don't want to give Emile a reason to be angry at me. But I don't want to disappoint Gianluca.

"It's fine, do you want me to drop you back home?" He says keeping his eyes dead on the road.

"Uh wait a second" I pick up my phone and ring Emile back.

"Hey sorry babe I'm gonna be a while longer I need to go back to the studio and sort some more stuff out" Gianluca, with eyes still fixed on the road smiling knowing you're not at your boyfriend beck and call. I feel a bit bad for lying.

"I'm sorry but ask him to come back tomorrow" is the last thing I say before hanging up.

-Emile's POV-

I'm annoyed, beyond it. I slam myself back in the booth with the guys in the hotel restaurant.

"Everything okay?" Bukayo asks me, I can see they're all uncomfortable.

"Yeah, it's just I didn't think asking her to be home was too big an ask. I don't know. I didn't think this program would take over as much" I says fiddling with my fork wanting to pick up the phone apologies but still feeling annoyed at the fact she's not there.

I should apologise. I got way to annoyed at her. But apologising doesn't seem right.

"She's probably just enjoying herself. Xhaka can go back later, let her live" Ben says patting me on the knee "the more you try to control her the less she'll want you, just let her be"

As much as I don't want to admit it Ben is right. Something just sits wrong in my stomach.

I get up to my hotel room. I've got a room to myself, I walk into the room not even bothering to put the light on, I lie down on the bed.

I stare out of the window and see life moving on the other side of it. It's maybe only 7pm but I don't want to do much else.

I don't want to lose her. But as it goes on I feel I'm losing her. I go to pick up my phone and ring her up. I let it ring three times before I give up and hang up the call. I know who I should call.