Sam Kerr x The Management Agent

Chapter 4 | A step backwards

Slight trigger warning: notions of S/A

NOTE: Just imagine that Macca is Steph 

Sam's POV:

The music was thumping so much that I could feel the bass in my heart. Being in a bar/club just felt right. I relaxed as I danced around with Millie by my side and a double shot drink in my hand. 'Ahhhh, this is how it's supposed to be' I thought to myself. Enjoying life. As the night goes on, I feel myself getting tipsy, but not off-my-face drunk. Some of my other friends had joined us at the club - Caitlin and Steph from back home and then Guro and Erin from Chelsea. We laughed and danced for hours. I drank more and more and yet couldn't seem to get drunk enough to forget my worries and take my mind fully of this situation I'm in.

Mila's POV:

"You've got to be kidding me". As I'm scrolling on my phone to further research about Chelsea, Sam, the whole situation that she was having to handle essentially, I see a story on Caitlin's Instagram account – a player from the Matildas and one of Sam's good friends – She's out at a club or bar or something and she's videoing herself and Steph – another girl I recognise from the Matildas. Then the camera flips. A familiar face in a black oversized Tee and jeans with drinks in either hand. Sam Motherf-ing Kerr. My eyes go wide as I almost feel a sense of disappointment, but mostly anger. I don't know why I expected anything less from her but I guess I had hope that she really wanted to turn things around. I guess not. I get up and dressed into something decent, so I'll get let into this club-bar place. I quickly whip through my limited wardrobe and put on a black mini skirt and lacey corset – Saved for my going-out-nights which I haven't yet got to experience being new to the country and all. I wrap a big puffer jacket around me, zipping it up and storm out of my apartment after having got the address from Millie (by hinting that I wanted to come join and party – lies). As soon as I get to the front door, I storm up to security guard flashing my ID and continuing to storm into the venue with many rooms. As I'm working my way through the packed rooms trying to find this pack of female footballers, I feel hands grab my waist, restricting me from moving forward. I look back to see a guy, I'd guess about 25 and quite clearly drunk, but still I can't seem to wriggle out of his grasp like some of the other guys who have tried as I walked through each room. I'm wriggling and trying to remove this guy's hands in a panic as they begin to move around my body.

"OI" I hear louder than the music. I turn my head in slight panic hoping someone is here to help me. They are. She is. It's Sam. She drops her cup on the table and storms up to the guy, aggressively peeling his hands of me and throwing them back at himself.

"Watch yourself" she says as I unknowingly move my body closer to hers and away from his. She takes my body closer to hers, her arm wrapped under my arm round my waist as I face her torso. She holds eye contact with him as he begins to realise who she is. "Oh shit, Sam Kerr. Sorry mate" he says to her.

She's less than impressed, her lips soft whilst her jaw tenses. "Don't apologise to me..." she starts as she turns me around to face him, my back pressed against one side of her body as her arm holds my hip casually. "Apologise to her" she says slightly nodding to me. At this point, the room seemed silent despite the music continue to blast and people still dancing.

"Sorry...uhhhh" he says realising he doesn't know my name.

"...Mila" Sam tells him, adding to the end of his sentence. For some reason that pings at my heart and it begins to fasten. Mila... I like that.

"Hm" is all she says as she removes her hands from me and steps away.

I wake up from whatever trance that was as she leads me out of bar, her hand grasping my wrist to make sure she doesn't lose me in the crowd.

We make it outside and look for a cab home.

"Thank you." I say to her realising the other ways that situation could have ended. She gives me a nod, smiling.

"But also, what the fuck Sam, What did we literally talk about this morning?! You said no going out, no getting smashed. What happened" I finished saying in a tired and disappointed tone.

"I'm sorry okay it's not that easy for me! You don't understand the stress of this job and always being the star player that everyone relies on. It's exhausting! I need an outlet and I can't just give that up!" She replies with frustration.

"Right." I don't know what to say. I understand it but I also don't. "It can't be that hard Sam, it's literally just for the next month or two!". I'm now becoming frustrated as well.

"Well, it is that hard Camila. Maybe I should work with someone else on your management team if you can't at least try to understand that" she finishes as she walks off to find another cab since the one that she hailed was here, for me.

I'm left standing there watching her walk off as the cab honks at me wondering if I am going to get in. I open the door and scootch onto the seat, shutting the door. It also slightly hurt that she didn't call me Mila but I don't know why it did.

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Author's Notes:

We're seeing them become closer despite their absolute differences. Gear up for a bit of jealousy in the next chapter. 

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