Katie McCabe x Reader

Chapter 15

The day passed quickly. However, the little meetup at the beginning rattled me up so badly. All the interviews I did were disappointing, I could see it in the interviewers eyes. My question answers were blunt. Katie realised this. Every moment she got, she was staring at me and smirking at my wobbles. Why was she so pleased that she had managed to affect me so much.
Why had she managed to rattle me up so badly?
This isn't funny anymore. How had she managed that?
Just 24 hours ago, I was stepping onto that pitch with just as much spite as we had always had against each other, and now I'm considering her as a love interest.
I have to talk to her. I need to make sure this wasn't just me.
..
Or, I can ignore it all. Get back on that plane tonight and pray I don't see her again until I've sorted out however I feel about her. However less mature it was, it was also safer for me, my career, and any future I have in football.

Sipping some water, I sit in a beanbag as I await my next interview. Apparently, it was a quiz with a couple of other footballers on fifa stats before we finish with a quick game..  It was a nice, peaceful, easy way to finish the day off with.
"Y/n! Hello there, I'm Ben. I'll be running this interview today."
I shake his hand, which he'd offered to me.
"You're first here. Do you mind waiting for five minutes while the others arrive?"
"Sure. Who are the others, may I ask?"
I question, letting go of his hand and taking another sip of water.
"Uhm.. we have 3 others joining us..
Uh, Chelsea captain Magda agreed to drop in. And I think we have wolfsburg Lena Oberdorf playing with us today."
I look at him confused.
"They had a game against one another a couple of days back. They agreed to stay in the country for this interview."
"Oh. Cool. And the last?"
"I think we got Katie McCabe to do it for us..
Everything else sorta mushed together while I computed the words Ben said. "Katie McCabe?"
"Yes, you mates?"
"Something like that." I say, just to get him off my back.
The conversation quickly dies down when Magda walks in.
"Y/n? Is that you?" She asks, her eyes widening.
"Maggy! I missed you so much!" I yell, hugging her tightly.
"How are you doing then, Baby Barca. But you're not that small anymore, are you." She let's go and ruffles my hair.
"You still got that thing for McCabe?" She asks, eyebrows wiggling. I feel my burn up.
"I never had a thing for her! We hated each other!" I whisper loudly.
"What was that?" My head swivels instantly, and there was the person I was trying to avoid.
"We were just talking about how y/n used to - mmmmh." Her sentence is quickly drowned out by my hand against her mouth.
"Alright girls, let's not suffocate each other." Ben perks up, seemingly entering the room once more. He nodded in my direction, so I lower my hand.
Katie raises her eyebrows questioningly in my direction. I just shake my head and glare at her.
"Okay, to begin this challenge, we need teams! Everyone is going to answer two questions. Whoever gets the most right picks their teammate." Ben says, everyone finally sitting down and being quiet.
"Right, Lena. Let's start with you."
(These bits are going to be written like a script)
LO: Okay, what's the question?
BH: Who scored the most goals this season?
LO: That was a wolfsburg player, yeah?
BH: I need a name. Please.
LO: *hums* Pajor?
BH: That's a great start. Let's move on.
BH: Y/n. Which team has had the most amount of possession?
Y/N: Ah, an easy one!
BH: Only for you, Y/n
Y/N: It's Barcelona, yes?
BH: Correct! Straight over to you, Katie.
BH: Which team has won the most tackles?
KM: It's gotta be one that's still in the league.. Wolfsburg?
BH: Exactly that! Magda, let's have a correct answer from you.
BH: Most saves..
ME: That's cruel. *laughs*
ME: Rosengard?
BH: Final answer?
ME: That's wrong then.
BH: Afraid so. Does anyone want to buzz in and get the correct answer?
KM: Slavia?
BH: Correct. You've been checking your facts, McCabe.
KM: *Laughs* Yeah, we were looking at stats the other day, actually.
Y/N: Cheat!
*Everyone laughs in a friendly way*
BH: Question 2 for everybody
BH: Lena, who has the most clean sheets?
LO: Barcelona?
BH: Incorrect. Buzzes open
ME: Chelsea!
BH: Couldn't wait to get that one in. Could you, Magda.
ME: Something to be proud of *grins*
BH: Y/n. How many goals does the top scorer have?
Y/N: 7?
BH: Close! Buzz in
LO: 6.
BH: That is wrong. No points given that question.
BH: Katie, the most assists have been done by Barcelona player Bonmati, but how many was it?
KM: Easy. 7.
BH: I feel a cheater in our midst.
KM: There were no rules saying we couldn't  *laugh*
BH: Magda Erikkson. Can you get this point?
ME: Probably not!
BH: Who has covered the MOST ground?
ME: A Midfielder. Uh- Bonmati?
BH: I'm afraid that's incorrect. Points up for grabs here.
ME:Awh no! I know who it is now.
KM: Frida Maanum, isn't it?
BH: What a legend. Congrats, Katie, great memory you got there.
KM: *laugh* Can I choose my teammate?
BH: Yes! Please do.

She smirks at me, eyes squinting in my direction. "How about.. Y/n. Are you any good at Fifa?" Malicious, smug, cruel. What is her problem. I would have glared, fought against her, but this is an interview. Just smile and wave, smile and wave.
"Right! Let's take a break, and then we can start the game." Ben calls, glancing longily towards the coffee machine.
Im quick to my feet, jumping out of the beanbag and marching over to where I'd left my jacket and phone. I pull it out and call the only person I can think of at that moment. I can only pray they don't make a judgement. Straight to answer machine..
Text Message
Guro Reiten: Sorry, can't call. What's up?
Y/n: Guro, we have a problem.
Guro Reiten: Well, spit it out, and I'll see what i can do
Y/n: I think I've fallen for the enemy, or I haven't, and she's just got into my head.
Guro Reiten: Explain?
Y/n: Katie. It's a long story, but we kissed, and now she keeps on trying to get close to me
Guro Reiten: Give us an example. you're probably overthinking it.
Y/n: In an interview today, she CHOSE to be my teammate.
Guro Reiten: Who else was there?
Y/n: Oberdorf and Magda.
Guro Reiten: Girl, your fucked.
Y/n: Thanks.
Guro Reiten: Talk to her about it. It's probably nothing, and she's just trying to wind you up. Or you can run away again, like you did the first time. Please y/n. Make the right decision this time.
Y/n: Thanks for your philosophical input, Guro.
Guro Reiten: If you need me to, I will jump off this plane, just please don't do anything stupid.
Y/n: I'll talk to her.

"Talk to who?" I practically die right there on the spot as Katie stands on her tiptoes, trying to see what's on my phone, which I've now raised into the sky out of her reach. "Don't be bitchy, y/n. I just came to fetch you, Ben's ready to start again.
"Katie, please stop."
"Stop what?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You know what you're doing. Stop playing mind games and messing everything up. I was quite happy being your enemy."
She smirks. God, this girl has no heart.
Magda walks in and then says. "McCabe, you were supposed to bring her. Not distract her. She smiles at me and then looks Katie up and down. As we left, she muttered into my ear. "She hurts you, like they did. And I will make sure the Chelsea team makes her life a living hell."
Well, that's comforting.

(I don't even know why this chapter turned out so long, but for all of you wanting an update, you got it. I hope to update this again ASAP because its finally got interesting again. Take it as an apology for the slow burn at the start of the book. Love ya <3)