Game On || C.L.16

4.0

"Push." My coach yells as we're all running to the other side of the field. My legs feeling like jelly after the small amount of sleep I had last night. Turns out I was only asleep for about 2 hours when Charles woke me up. We had stayed cuddled up in the bathtub until Arthur had knocked on my bedroom door to ask Charles to go on a run. It was also the signal I needed to get out of the bathtub and to the club.

I let my body fall down to the ground as soon as the coach says it's the final sprint. My body barely able to hold me up. The exhaustion hitting worse today. But I couldn't skip out on practise today. It's game day minus 2, the day our coach usually makes his starting lineup.

"That's it for today. Amelie I'd like to see you in my office." He says and I sigh deeply. I know the way I've been performing today could cost me my starting position for tomorrow.

I push myself up from the ground, following my coach into the building and to his office. "Please sit down." Coach says and nervously I take my seat. "I suspect you know why I've asked you to come to my office."

"A little yes." I admit. Knowing very well that when I left this morning some paparazzi had been outside the building. The pictures of Charles and Arthur were already circling the internet once I had arrived at the club. The boys decided to go on a run together, probably go for breakfast or something like that after. It felt tense when I left this morning, but I'm convinced that they could work through it some how.

"You seemed out of it today." My coach points out, and I just nod. My whole body feeling weak after the intense training I had just endured. "I also noticed the messages of not one but two Leclerc brothers leaving your apartment building this morning. And I can't help but thing one has to do with the other."

"I understand that, but that is absolutely not what has been bothering me today. I've been struggling with the thing again." I tell him. I've never told him about what really had happened but he had been at the club when it happened and since than whenever I was struggling with the assault, I would just refer to it as the thing.

"Do you think you can get your mind sorted before the game?" He asks, not pushing any further on the topic.

"I think so. I had some trouble sleeping last night, but I should be fine. I'm banking on getting some decent sleep tonight." I explain and he just nods.

"Well for now, you've got your position. But if you seem just as absent tomorrow, I can't give you any guarantees."

"I understand that." I tell him fumbling with my hands as I take in his words. I need a good night's sleep tonight. "I'll try my best to sort through my thought."

I am relieved to be arriving home after all the practices and even more enlightened to find both Leclerc brothers still in my kitchen. I feel like I could use the support of both of them, and to see that the two of them are having a somewhat proper conversation in my kitchen. "Hey," I say softly dropping my bag next to the door and catching the attention of Charles and Arthur.

"Hey." Both boys say smiling at me. "How was practice?" Charles asks in addition.

"Rough, let's just say sprints and everything is no fun after a few hours of sleep." I explain simple, while Charles engulfs me in a hug. "I got warned that if I wasn't on top of my game tomorrow, I won't be playing on Wednesday."

"Seriously?" Arthur wonders, disbelief in his voice.

"I guess it was pretty evident that I was extremely exhausted. I wasn't hitting my targets in sprints either." Charles comes over to me, wrapping an arm around me and placing a small kiss to the side of my head.

"It'll be alright." He says calmly, soothing me as he tightens his grip. "We're gonna have dinner, and you're gonna go to bed and get some well deserved sleep."