Pairing: Ona battle x f!r
Warnings: enemies to lovers, blood, injurys, making up.
Words: 1.1k
To start playing for the barcelona's womans team had been like an childhood dream come true.
From the moment i had come out for the england lionesses -u 19's, my dreams had been to get noticed by the top club off liga F.
Also having two seniors by my side and a team that was like a big family to each other, had been great.
The only thing that had made it more difficult was a certain defender who joined-, no rejoined the club, ona battle.
Everything had been a competition for her when it came to football, even worse when playing against me, despite playing on two different positions.
'Come on y/n/n pas the ball,' alexia yells, while trying to creat space for herself in the 7 vs 7 we were playing.
I pass the ball just infront off her so that she coule tap it in behind paños.
I see mapi, keira, claudia and lucy run to alexia to celebrate this friendly goal.
But i was not focused on that as i grab my ankel in pain, gasping for air on the ground.
'What the fuck ona, she had passed the ball moments ago, that tackle was not necesarry.' The angry voice off aitana bonmatí cuts off all the sounds off celebration.
'I did what i was supossed to do, she was standing in the way and could have stand aside.' Ona yells back angrily before getting seperated by carolina and fridolina.
'Can you turn on your back?' The medic asks, i groan, nodding as i turn on my back.
'The good news is that you have not broken or teared something, just a sprain that will need a rest for a week or so.' When i looked at ona i sensed some kind off relief that had washed over her or something.
She did not say anything as she walks back to the other side off the pitch, ready to go on and continue the training.
Alexia and the medic helped me get to the medical room to make sure it was not actually to bad.
after getting the all clear and the confermation that i was able to play against real madrid as an chance to place ourselves for the champions league.
A week later.
I had started talking with ingrid at the warm up before the match was about to start, the nerves were put off control as this would be my first match coming out in this shirt for this club against one off their biggest rivals.
'Y/n/n,' one off the staff calls me over to discuss some last minute changes and the way they expected me to play today.
I smile at the playes from real after giving them a handshake and a quick good luck.
'Good game y/l/n,' i did not expect ona battle to wish me luck in a more personal kind off way.
'Thank you battle, you too, ' i see the corners off her mouth quickly turn up a little before she drops them again and gives me a harsher and more profesional kind off look.
I wish the same to my other teammates before jumping up and down a little and getting ready to start this exciting game.
From the moment they recieved the ball from the kick off, they had been more on our half then we on theirs.
But we would not be barcelona if we could not get more posession after twenty minutes, despite being one goal down.
All of a sudden i see ona making a break through, sprinting to the edge off the 16.
I lock eyes with her, in that short moment exactly knowing where to run, i sprint to the assisted ball and shoot it in the roof off the net with pace and power.
Before i knew it my legs were tacking off, sprinting towards ona and jumoing in her spread arms.
Clearly causing some sort off suprise as she falls down to the ground.
It was only when i heared the fans screaming and cheering that i dared to open my eyes.
And i wish i did not, that i had never done it, because my hands were holding onto her boobs for dear life.
I look up at her, seeing her look back at me with a dark red face.
Her eyes shined bright and she seemed so relaxed and confident.
Know that i saw her face so close, she was even more beautifull, every little detail in her face and skin.
'Guys, i do not want to interupt, but if you score in the last minute off extra time, you have got to realize the referee will blow her whistle after that,' mapi' s voice interupts.
'And the only onces left gazing are you guys, the fans amd the camera's,' i quickly detach myself from ona at alexia's followed comment.
I help ona up, she mutters a thank you before quickly walking inside.
'She likes you,' both off them had started making faces in joy, not knowing what kind off turn this evening would turn into.
Second half.
She had not ment to jump up with her fists that hard and i had not realised how hard misa had come off her goal line.
I only realized the amount off force she had ment to punch it away with, when a fist collided my neck and the other with my face.
Everything was blurred even when the fans yelled and cheered, even my own teammates runned to me to celebrate.
I felt a thick liquid run down my face and not just a little bit.
'She needs help, get the fucking medic,' the worried voice from ona as she helps me on my side was the last thing i saw before everything went black.
A thumb softly stroked my skin while a hand held mine.
The hand was soft and warm, the second thing i felt was the aching in my neck and head like someone had used a hammer on it.
'Hey, your fine, your fine,' a red eyed ona says while handing me a cup off water.
'What happened?' I croak out confused, only remembering pieces off what had happened.
'Well misa misjuged the ball and hit you instead, there was blood, a lot off it and i was scarsd you had died,' tears fall down her face again.
'But you are fine and she got red carded so i just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go on-,'
I stop her by pressing my lips against hers.
'Yes, i would love to go on a date with you,' i had not seen her grinning like this before.
She carefully pulls me in a hug.'but if you want to make an impresion on someone, dont tackle or make them hate you first,' the laughter off our teammates rang through the air while i hold the tackeling tease tightly, to never let go.
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