her point of view ; sam kerr

chap eight

her point of view

Parking her car in the driveway, I turn the engine off before jumping out the front seat, walking around to help her out of the passenger side.

She slings her arm over my shoulders, my hand snakes around her waist as extra support.

Sticking out her other hand, she passes me her house key.

Helping her up the two steps, she almost puts her full body weight on me, while she steadies herself at the front door.

I unlock it, turning to face her.

" You think you can take it from here?".

She nods, pulling me in for a tight squeeze before stepping through the door.

" Thanks for getting me home safe".

" No problem" I pull out my phone, opening uber when a thud, followed by a loud groan has my eyes shooting up.

She lays face down on the timber floor, a multicoloured soccer ball rolling away from her.

" Shit, Sam. Are you okay?" I rush over to her, pulling her up, off the floor before stabling her.

" Who the fuck put that there?" She scoffs.

I can't help but laugh, earning a glare from her as she leans forward resting her head on my shoulder again.

A soft warm thing brushes against my leg, staring down at the white cat moving in and out of mine and Sams legs, gently purring.

" Helen likes you".

I laugh at how she's normalised such a human name for a cat, leaning back to close the front door behind me, locking it.

" Okay, where's your bedroom then?" I ask.

She stands up straight, a smirk growing across her face.

" I mean, at least take me to dinner first".

Playfully shoving her, she almost trips over her own feet, so I quickly grab hold of her hands, steadying her.

" This way" She says.

Following her down the hallway, we turn into the first door.
The only light coming from the salt lamp, creating an orange tint around the dark room.

Walking over to her bed, I pull the sheets back before she's crawling under them.

" Sam your shoes" I laugh, moving to the end of the bed.

Leaning forward, I untie both shoes before sliding them off, placing them on the floor.

Moving back to the side of the bed, she lays on her side, eyes shut.
Pulling the sheets up to her chest, I turn to walk off when she gently grabs my wrist.

" Can you stay?".

The softness of her voice has my heart pounding out of my chest.

" Okay" Is all I can manage to get out.

Walking around the other side of the bed, I slip my shoes off before sliding under the sheets.

It doesn't take her long to roll over, now facing me.
It's so dark, only just being able to see her face.

A gentle smile across it, her eyes shut as she wriggles closer to me,
laying her head on my chest, she lets out a breath.

If I could choose to stay or revisit any moment, I think I would choose this one.

Waking up to her gentle snores, the morning sun finds its way through her curtains, giving the room a new image to last night.

There's a bunch of polaroids on the wall, a large mirror and some paintings hung around the room.
A fair few plants too but I can't tell which are real or fake.

Helen sits on my legs, purring through the sheets.

Sams head remains on my chest, an arm thrown over my waist which she stretches out, letting out a muffled groan.

" Am I still dreaming or are you actually in my bed right now?" Her groggy morning voice has me in a chokehold.

Laughing at her words, I stare down at her.
Her eyes still closed, she darts her tongue out to wet her lips.

" Do you dream about me in your bed?" I ask.

" Often".

She says it like it's nothing, tightening her grip around me before fluttering her eyes open, tilting her head to look up at me.

" Was I really bad?".

I shake my head, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear.

" You did smack your face on the floor on the way in but, I think you were fine".

She lets out half a laugh, reaching down to pat Helen on the head before glancing back up at me, her cheeks turn red.

" We didn't like, you know do any..."

" No, of course not. You were wasted".

She nods, keeping her eyes on mine.
I don't know if it's her, or the way the light reflects in her bedroom, but something about the sun seems a little more golden this morning.

" So, are you gonna tell me what happened back home to make Coach say stupid shit then?".

There's no overwhelming, anxious feeling when I think of talking about it.
Wether it's Sam or the fact that i've finally gotten over it, Im unsure.

" Um basically, I was with someone in the team for a while and then ended things with them, the day before semi finals, and we lost.." I trail off.

" God" She sighs.
" Like it was your fault you lost, that's bullshit. Who was the player, Lucy Bronze? She's pretty fit".

I chuckle, shaking my head while running my fingers through her hair, realising I'd finally seen it down.

" Leah Williamson" I say.

She almost gasps, shooting me a glare.

" Do you have a hit list for team captains or something?".

I nudge her, " Don't be a dick!".

Earning a chuckle, she shakes her head before using her index finger to trace circles on my palm.

" Why'd you end things?".

I shrug, " I found out she was sleeping with someone else more than once".

Beginning to chew at my bottom lip, Sams hand moves up to cup my cheek, gently stroking it with her thumb.

" Big mistake" She says softly.

Faintly smiling at her, my eyes flick down to her lips.

Our faces now inches apart as she moves her head forward, pressing her lips against mine.

All worries slipping away, but one.
Forcing myself to pull away, she stares up at me.

" We can't, you heard what Coach said?!".

She shrugs, " Tell me to stop then".

Rolling my eyes at her, she reconnects our lips, this time I let them move in sync, our tongues practically sword fighting in each others mouths.

Her phone begins to ring from the bedside table but she doesn't seem phased,
Her hands cupping both my cheeks, the desperation to have her only intensifies.

But her phone continues to ring, pulling away from her, I glance over at it.

" It's Mackenzie".

She groans, reaching over and grabbing it, holding it to her ear.

" Hello?" She throws her head back.

" Yes, of course I got home safe".

" Oh, yeah. Yeah she did" Her lips pull into a smirk, glancing up at me.

I try to zone out, but it's a bit difficult considering she's right there.

" Nah, don't tell anyone. I'm actually being serious. Talk to you later. love ya, bye".

She throws the phone back on the bedside table, nuzzling her head into my shoulder.

I could get used to this.