Game On || C.L.16

4.2

Amelie's POV

I sigh deeply exiting the team bus at our training ground. My body aching from the long day of travel and yesterday's match. Even with the ache I'm determined to walk home, feeling the need for the extra exercise. So after I've declined pretty much every single one of my teammates, who've offered to drive me home, I start walking towards the exit. My backpack on my back.

My joyful moments of walking home don't take long, because I see Lila standing right there at the exit of the training grounds. "What are you doing here." I snap, knowing very well that she's here to intervene. She's been here to intervene since Charles left last week. I know they've been talking, but in all honesty there's nothing to intervene.

Yes, I have been working out a bit more than usual, and yes I've been watching what I eat a bit more carefully. But everyone does that. I feel like I could be even fitter than I already am, which is why I've been doing so.

"We're going for a little drive." Lila says calmly.

"Can't we go for a walk? I've been sat in a bus for way too long already." I suggest but Lila quickly declines.

"Just get in the damn car." She says taking my backpack from me and motioning for me to climb into the passenger seat of the car.

"Are you going to tell me why you're acting like my mother all of a sudden?" I snap as I watch Lila drive us away from the training grounds.

"Are you going to tell me why you insist on walking home for an hour, while there's plenty of people who'd be willing to give you a ride?" She snaps, continuing her small rant while I stay silent. "I didn't think so. So you just sit there, we're going to your apartment and we are going to talk."

The short ride to my apartment was weird and quiet. I don't like this version of Lila, this protective and almost pushy kind of person. I want my supportive best friend back.

As we're walking up the stairs of my apartment building and I wait for Lila to get the keys out of her bag, I can hear some voices coming from inside my apartment. "It wasn't just us you were talking about when you said we needed to talk, was it?"

Lila unlocks the door. "Get in there, and you're right, because we all need to talk."

My eyes fall on the three boys that are extremely familiar to me. All three of them looking equally exhausted, I hadn't expected them to be back on the continent before the end of the week. However, here they are: standing in my living room.

I can't help but smile softly once my eyes land on Charles, the pain in is eyes evident as our eyes lock. I walk over to him, placing my lips on his softly before giving him a tight hug. "I missed you." I whisper. I divert my attention to all of the group. "Would anyone please enlighten me why you're all here? I'd have thought you all would still be on the other side of the world." I point out.

I can see them all pointing around, Charles' grip on me tightening slightly. Neither one of the people in the room decides to say something, while my eyes keep going over everyone there. "Really, no one is here to say anything? So why did I need to talk to all of you then?" I point my question to Lila who'd been the one to use those words with me earlier.

"We think you're relapsing." Charles manages to say, everyone looking at him in shock. He was clearly not supposed to be the one telling me that.

"You what?" I step away from my boyfriend so I can look at him waiting for what's to come next.

"What Charles was trying to say is, we're worried about your health." Pierre points out.

"There's nothing to be worried about." I snap.