london nights

2.2

in order to win the league, arsenal have to win all their remaining games, the first of which is an away game in manchester against city.

it's arguably their most competitive game of the season.

five minutes into the game, city breakthrough and lead one nil. after a very rousing speech by leah in the locker room, the arsenal girls finally seem to wake up.

frida scores the first, in all honesty it was a very lucky goal. a mistake from the city back line allowed katie to pounce on the ball and send in a cross for the attacking midfielder.

caitlin still feels uncomfortable; a tie would not be enough.

they needed to win.

when frida gets the arsenal a corner and raises her left hand up, caitlin knows exactly what the play is going to be.

they end up winning the game 2-1.

it's possibly their best game of the season yet. there's a photo of katie running towards the sideline, celebrating with the whole team when she scored the game winning goal.

caitlin loves it because every one of her teammates' faces in the photo is full of pure joy.

"hey jo, we're going to eat out before heading back to london, so i'll be home late." caitlin calls lia from the back of the bus.

she's sitting beside frida, who simply raises her eyebrow, and katie who looks up from her phone almost immediately.

"okay, i'll see you later. i'm really proud of you by the way." lia mumbles at the end.

"thank you," caitlin blushes, "miss you, bye."

she hangs up before lia can respond.

frida sets down her book with an amusing glint looking towards katie.

"so, you've got someone to go home to now?" katie wiggles her eyebrows.

"you're insufferable, can't a girl make a phone call?"

"you speak loudly, even katie with her full attention focused on her phone can eavesdrop." frida says simply.

"so now you're both ganging up on me?" caitlin crosses her arms.

"we're just curious, that's all. we haven't heard much of your mysterious lover."

"it is your lover right? the person you're going home to?" frida clarifies katie's comment.

"yeah, i guess she is." caitlin sheepishly ducks her head.

frida nods her head, picking back up her book. katie looks like she wants to add more, but follows the norwegian's lead and leaves caitlin alone.

caitlin's settled down in a high-end seafood restaurant in downtown manchester with the rest of her teammates. she's sat across from leah and jordan, and sitting next to laura.

only having been here for around ten minutes, caitlin's surprised when lia's contact pops up on her phone.

bypassing any greeting, lia speaks with a horrified tone. "why is there a diamond ring in your hoodie pocket!?"

"what? you're confusing me, what ring are you talking about?"

"the one in the velvet box, just sitting in your hoodie."

"the velvet box?" caitlin looks up; across from her, leah has a pale look on her face; jordan has an oblivious one. "holy shit." she clamps her hand over the speaker of the phone and excuses herself from the table.

"it's not what you think it is. leah's proposing to jordan. she wanted to give me the ring for safekeeping."

"why is it just sitting in one of your pockets?"