Hold Me Close

not enough months have passed

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keirawalsh The world will not be the same without you. All my love. 

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leahwilliamson 'get drunk at my funeral though' - Scar circa 2013
↳ keirawalsh @leahwilliamson Do her proud x

wosofanhq3 guys fleur isn't there
↳ chelseaeditss @wosofanhq3 how do u know?
↳ wosofanhq3 @chelaseaeditss she's on barca's story from training
↳ ilovefleurdevoss @wosofanhq3 she probs couldn't afford to miss training at her new club
↳ wosofanhq3 @ilovefleurdevoss not even for her gf's funeral?

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Fitting in at the club comes quickly. No one dwells on the fact that Keira went to Scarlett's funeral and I didn't, or, at least, they don't mention it to me. The girls are fascinated by my accent and excited to have me there, gushing over all the pleasant things they've heard about me through the grapevine. At training, I am never in search of someone to pair up with, but I often seek the comfort of Ingrid anyway. We have been growing closer ever since she helped me move into my flat. There were times that day when we both sat with our backs to the wall and sobbed, leaving Mapi to assemble the flatpack furniture on her own.

For my first weekend in Barcelona, Mapi and Patri organise an initiation karaoke night. Everyone has to have one, they claim, and every team member must attend other people's.

We go into the centre of the city on a bustling Friday night a bit too close to the Supercopa final, eating out at a sushi restaurant together – the poor waiters had to deal with twenty-five of us. The karaoke place they pick gives us a private room with its own bar, much to everyone's delight. FC Barcelona Femení must be incredible if they are this confident they will win a final despite spending matchday -1 hungover.

I bond with quite a few of the girls over a shared dislike for Mapi's song choices. Alexia sings a song late into the night, right before me. She is the kind of drunk the English girls get: white-girl-on-the-bathroom-floor drunk. As she steps up to the mic, Ingrid nudges me. "You are staring at her," she whispers, though I think she might be shouting.

"With hatred," I yell back, barely hearing myself over the racket coming from Alexia's mouth. She is still being a bitch to me. Ingrid leaves me to find Mapi, but I don't notice until Alexia has finished singing. I don't understand a word of the song she sings, but she looks at me the whole time. So I'm not just staring at her, but, rather, we are making eye-contact.

For some reason, the alcohol warps my sense of reality, and I am about to go up to her as she returns to everyone, ready to tell her every little thing she does that pisses me off. She is standing by Jana, letting the younger girl talk her into shots. Jana catches sight of me, and excitedly asks me to join. Alexia's face drops, and she suddenly turns to talk to someone else.