You are my mums (a Lucy Bronze fanfic) - Book 2

Chapter 30 - Nervous

A/N - nearly a month without an update omg i'm so sorry

 I'm going to try and put all of the Euros into around 2 chapters (hopefully it won't feel rushed) because I know you all want Lucy/Keira/Barcelona content. I feel like the last couple of chapters have been a bit boring but don't worry, the drama starts soon :)

Rosie's POV:

I'm not nervous. Those three words had been on my mind ever since I stepped out of the Spanish sunshine and into the cool air-conditioning of the airport. Really, I was just trying to convince myself. That maybe if I repeated it enough times, my brain would actually start to believe it. But with no distractions and no one to talk to, my long wait turned into eternally long. There was absolutely nothing to do. I can't even count the amount of times I refreshed all of my social media accounts - hoping for something to keep me occupied longer than five minutes. I knew that if I allowed my brain to drift, my thoughts would circle back to my mums and how much I already missed them. Or they would focus on the fact that I was about to spend nearly a month with twenty other girls, completely unknown to me. No matter how hard I tried to recognise the names on the squad list, there was no recollection.

Going through security by myself was a stressful experience - frantically getting all of the items required, placing them in the tray and queing up to walk through the scanners. For some reason, every time I enter an airport, I panic myself unnecessarily by thinking, "Imagine if someone put a bomb in my bags without me knowing". Obviously, I know that is very unlikely, but it's still a scary thought. But like always, despite the stressing, I get through to duty free with no problems at all. Apart from the many glances I got from people - curiously staring at my outfit and bags, both with an England emblem on the front.

When I finally sat down on an uncomfortable seat with an overpriced bottle of water in my hand from WHSmith's, I checked my phone. Flurries of texts lit up my lock screen picture of me and Narla. Quite a few from Lucy - probably panicking that I've either been caught with something illegal in my bag or I've got on a flight to America. None of those seemed very likely but I could understand her concern. Keira had sent me a few, calmly checking in on me and asking how I was doing. I smiled at both of their caring natures - even though they showed it in very different ways. After replying to everyone and reassuring certain people that I wasn't in the back of a police van, I turned my phone off to save its battery for the actual journey.

The flight was just over two hours, and one I had become accustomed to doing on the many occasions we had gone back to England. I had hoped that I would get the whole row to myself, but just at the last minute two people slid into the seats beside me. 

Landing in England was no unfamiliar feeling to me. I had been through the process in the airport multiple times. The only thing that was different was my lack of company. Even though it had only been a few hours, I missed them all. It was a strange feeling, knowing that I was going away for such a long time when really, I wanted my family to experience the competition with me. It was irritating that Barcelona's schedule clashed with my England matches, but nothing can be done about it I suppose. 

While I was waiting for my suitcase to arrive on the luggage carousel, I informed everyone that I was okay and had landed safely. Hopefully that would put Lucy's mind to rest. I was surrounded with glum faced people - evidently just come back from a holiday in Spain. They all looked exhausted, tanned and slightly sad. Coming back from a holiday is definitely the worst part. I've never been on any holidays, but I certainly know how it feels coming back to Barcelona and leaving all my friends and family behind.

Before I even had a minute to process my thoughts, I was drawn towards a man in a suit holding up a piece of paper with my name on. Soon, I was whisked out of the building and into a fancy, black car. He spoke to me as the dark vehicle pulled out of the car park and onto the main roads, "We'll arrive in around two hours depending on traffic. On arrival, someone will take your bags up to your room. You will meet everyone, eat and then have a team meeting". Nodding my head, absorbed everything he was telling me. I probably seemed slightly nervous as he laughed, "First time?". I grinned, "That obvious hm?". Before concentrating back on his driving, he commented, "I'm sure you'll be fine".