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

Chapter 12

We arrive togther at Bukayo's at 6 just as planned.

I have on that black dress Gianluca helped pick out, some tall black heels and have my hair down and makeup minimal, not normally a low makeup kinda gal but tonight I couldn't be bothered. Emile has on black jeans and a very tight navy blue shirt on and I can smell his special cologne. We walk in and see that most of the gunner boys are already there.

Martin wolfwhistles at me whereas Aaron goes for, "Where d'you buy that y/n, and when you gonna buy the rest of it?"

"Ha ha very funn-"

"It's brilliant. I don't know how she picked it she's never worn anything like it" Emile interupts me. His arm gripping my waist like I'd run away otherwise.

"It's from Niche down in East London right by work"

"It's very nice," Aaron affirmed the thoughts of everyone, handing both me and Emile a drink.

The night carries on much as any other party. Emile has spent the best part of it with his arm gripped tightly around my shoulder, telling everyone about me getting into the ACA program but not letting me get a word in edgeways.

"So, have you done any photoshoots yet?" One partygoer whose name has escaped me asks. I instantly freeze at the thought of the pictures of Scamacca on my camera. Shit!

"Uhm, no not really I just kind of"

"It doesn't start for a few more weeks." There he goes answering for me, again!

"Hey, I need a breather I'm gonna go outside for a moment." I direct this to Emile as I tap his hand around my shoulder, making my way to the back garden.

On my walk out to the garden I get called into a conversation.

"Hey y/n how are you, I've barley seen you all night?" I'm greeted by Martin leant against the door.

"I'm good thanks and what do you mean I've been with Emile all night you could've come and talked to me"

He laughs and shrugs off the comment.

"I don't know why I didn't think you'd be here tonight, wanna get a drink?"

"I'd love to but I really need some air" I cut off the conversation early because there's something about Martin, even though he never says it I always feel like he doesn't want me around. I push past him and walk out to the garden.

It's gotten dark since we got here. The garden is mostly empty, theres a few people sat on the garden chairs futher down the garden but far enough I don't feel complied to converse.

The cold air hits my shoulders and it feel euphoric.

Inside more people are arriving, I can hear greetings being shared, over enthusatic announements of arrival, it is Bukayo after all. If sunshine was a person it'd be Bukayo. I become more content with being outside in the chill.

Three men walk through the door, three West Ham men. Declan Rice, Jarrod Bowen and Gianluca Scamacca. Bukayo walks up to greet them.

"Deccers! Jazza! man it's been too long." He embraces his england teammates in a hug.

"Ah mate, too long. This is-" Declan goes to introduce their friend.

"Scamacca, the big man. Hey," Bukayo, a somewhat fan who'd hoped Scamacca would've been Arsenals big signing, being the bundle of joy he is embraces his new found friend in a large hug.

They go their sepreate ways around the house seeing friends and chatting.

Scamacca feeling quite lost decides the best thing right now would be some fresh air so begins to walk outside. He takes a deep breath in of the cold air and it soothes his brain and gives him a second to think. Thats when he sees me. Leant against a wall, fiddling with my nails, breathing in the cold air.

"Didn't exepct to see you here," He says, catching me from my thoughts as he strides over to me. "You're everywhere," He laughs.

"Me?" I profess mockingly. "May I remind you, you showed up at my work today."

"Hey, I just wanted a coffee. How was I supposed to know if you were working today or not," He says with a fake defence. Holding his hands up dramatically.

Once he's stood next to me I take a proper good look at him. He has the most beautiful smile.

I'm hoping he doesn't ask how I am, all I can say is lies. Now doesn't seem the time for a heart to heart.

"How about you getting your first claret and blue goal!" I beam.

"You saw? It was very good, very good." I couldn't help but notice the amusement on his face.

"You should be very proud of yourself." For some reason we both laugh at the sentiment.

I turn as if I can feel eyes boring into the back of my skull, Emiles looking at me, no he's glaring at me. He looks angry. What I don't know is that he is in fact shooting daggers at Gianluca. Gianluca's confused as to why he looks so bothered but it makes him uncomfortable.

"Hey, I should get back to my friends they're probably wondering where I am." Gianluca starts to back off and walk back inside. It's not before he's already back inside I decided thats probably a good idea as well.

I can't tell what I was hoping for more: that he'd be here or that he wouldn't. I walk back into the house. I desperately try and pull this dress down further than possible.

I see Emile, he motions for me to come over. He flashes me a smile. The sweetness and amorous nature of the greeting is even more intimidating.

"Hey, baby." He snakes his arm around my shoulder "You feeling better now?" He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"What, uhm, yeah." He's got me feeling flustered, the nervous kind. Maybe he's not angry at me. Maybe he is. He has no reason to be intimidated he doesn't know that I know Gianluca in the way I do, not that I know him in that sense but boyfriends can be weird about that stuff.

"Yeah fine, met some new people." I smile at him. I've started to dig the lie, kind of.

His arm starts to grip on my shoulder. He's feeling possessive. I look up at him whilst he's talking to his friend. I don't think I can't let him go. Should I?

"Y/n, since when do you get your legs out!?I thought they didn't exist!" Milly, Bens girlfriend and someone I've met frequently through these events but hadn't ever gotten close with, flaps as she runs over to hug me.

She tugs me from my embrace with Emile to hug me but I can feel his hand ghosting the top of my thighs behind me.

"She looks good doesn't she?" Emile says from behind me.

"Good. She looks fucking fabulous," Milly comments back.

Great no one is letting me talk.

Emile places his arm back on my shoulder. He ghosts his lips over my ears "let's go sit down"

Us two, Milly and Ben and Bukayo move to go sit in the living room. I see Ginaluca stood with Jarrod and Declan as we walk, with Emile's arm wrapped tightly around me, I don't want to be here anymore. I'm gonna puke.

I rush up to bathroom and start to puke. Once there's nothing left in my stomach to throw up I sit back and lean against the bath. Soberingly cold. I didn't realise I'd left the door wide open, I feel sorry if anyone had seen me chuck.

Emile had stayed downstairs and hadn't followed me. I stayed sat against the bathtub for maybe another 10 minutes doing nothing. Maybe I was waiting for someone to come help me.