It's You (OC X Leah Williamson) WON'T BE FINISHED

Season 1; Episode 21; Friends

Anouk's pov

After my performance in the game against Liverpool, more eyes went into my direction. It was exhausting. I had my EMDR session in the morning and it just left me empty. It seemed as if doors within my mind opened of which I didn't even know that they were closed. I still barely slept and I hadn't posted anything on my socials anymore since the last picture of Leah cuddled up with the pillow.

Leah was currently at practice. I wasn't able to go to practice because of the therapy session. My phone never stopped buzzing. I opened my phone and I scrolled through my contact list, my finger hovering over her name.

I doubted that she would have time. She was very busy herself anyways. She wouldn't want me to burden her.

I tapped her name away and scrolled down the list to Jackie. My finger hovered over the text button but I kept my finger there, seeing a new message coming in. Anouk is the newest and biggest thing in women soccer.

I groaned and threw my phone away across the room. I turned my TV on instead and decided to watch yesterday's game back. I analyzed the complete game 3 times, noting down all of the things that went wrong during the game in my notepad.

I had always criticised my playing style, always finding the things that I could tweak up. I wasn't a perfect player. I never would be, but by finding my own weaknesses, I could always get better.

I let out a loud groan, annoyed with myself. Annoyed with my feelings. Annoyed with the media. Annoyed with the press. I got away from the couch and then I noticed why my mood was so foul. My period had started.

I groaned even louder and grabbed my phone from the floor and went to the shower. I turned the shower on at the right temperature and when it was heated, I stepped under it, putting music on in the background. I sat down on the shower floor and buried my head in my knees.

I felt disgusting and just flat out awful. I had put my sad songs playlist on and I just started to bawl my eyes out.

I felt broken.

I was broken.

Leah's pov

I had texted Anouk that I was coming home. She usually immediately read it and replied, but when I pulled up in the garage and checked my phone, I saw that she still hadn't replied to me and I got concerned.

I hopped out of the car and locked it. I entered the house and called her name out.

No reply. Weird.

I went through the house, unable to find her. Only when I reached our bedroom door, I heard the shower running. Releasing a breath that I didn't know that I had been holding, I entered the bedroom first, the bathroom secondly. I heard her sad songs playlist and slowly looked through the glass shower door to see her sitting against the wall, her arms wrapped around her legs while she had her face buried in her knees.

I quietly opened the glass door, stepping into the shower and kneeling down in front of her. "An, honey, are you okay?" That was a stupid question. She obviously wasn't. Her head lifted up from her knees. Her eyes were bloodshot. "Everything is fucked Le. Media outlets won't leave me alone, therapy is killing me, now companies are reaching out to me for photoshoots and then we still have practice almost every day. How in the world am I supposed to combine all of this?" She ranted.

I held her close to me, not caring that I was getting wet. "Let's get you out of this shower first, hm? After that we will get you in some clothes and we will go get some sleep?"

She slowly nodded her head. "Sure. My period has also started Le, just so you know." I nodded my head as she mumbled the last part. I pulled her upright and washed her body, helping her wash the body wash off and then helped her dry her body off, getting rid of my own, now, wet clothes and quickly dried off, also changing into some comfortable clothes. We then found our bed.