Keira Walshs POV:
It had been a week since i signed for Barcelona, and oh how its been rough. I mean, im smart enough to know that moving to a new country with a language barrier would be difficult, but i wasnt expecting this. Dont get me wrong, everyone has been so welcoming, however I cant understand half the things they are saying to me. These girls are ridiculously insane players, and i just dont know if im good enough to be here. All my belongings are in boxes in my new apartment, meaning i dont know where any of my things are, i dont know how to get to a local supermarket, and the worst of all Lucy and I are going through a bit of a rough patch. God knows why, i think its just a lack of communication between us both, but we are just constantly arguing over stupid things all the fucking time. Initially, i was meant to move in with her, but we decided its best if we stay in separate buildings for now. Its the worst possible timing to be arguing, as Lucy is the only familiar thing in this country, the only person who might understand what im feeling, and i cant even talk to her about it. Training is absolutely killing me, due to the intensity the Spanish play at, causing my body to be absolutely exhausted and in agony. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I should've just stayed at City. It was too late now.
Lucy Bronzes POV:
It had been a week since Keira signed for Barcelona, and i wish i could say it had been a better week. We had hardly spoken since she arrived, and things has just been weird between us. I knew Keira was nervous about transferring from her childhood club, but she seemed to be settling in pretty well. There had been a few times in training where she seemed a bit deflated, but overall she seemed okay. We havent broken up, but we aren't exactly together either, so its quite confusing and hard to wrap my head around. Im tired of the fighting though, i want nothing more than to go back to normal and live our new life here together, but i just dont know how to fix things. Currently, im sat in the changing room preparing for training today. Only a few of us remain in here, as most of the girls where already outside, so i was left with Mapi, Aitana, Keira, Pina and Ingrid. I noticed that Keira seemed a bit out of it today, but i just assumed that was because she had just completed her first week of training and was feeling its effect, but apparently i wasnt the only one who noticed. 'Keira, are you okay?' Aitana asked, with a very thick accent. 'Yeah, im okay. Tired' she replied, forcing a smile on her face. I decided to take a good look at her, and then realised how drained she really looked, and it slightly concerned me. I took longer than i needed to get ready for training today, and waited for us to be the only two left in the changing room. There was a growing tension in the room, and it made me uneasy. I hated that i felt like this around the girl i love, and its even more annoying that i don't actually know what the problem is. I pulled my shit together, and started a conversation. 'Keira?' I asked her, anxiously waiting for a reply. 'Yeah?' Was all i got back. 'Um i just wanted to know how your settling in here, and just to remind you that if you need anything or any help you dont need to hesitate to ask me.' Just because we where going through a bit of a rough patch, doesnt mean id leave her to struggle by herself. 'Oh um, yeah its okay, and thank you' she replies, giving me a small smile. I hate this. I hate this so much. I just want to go back to normal. We just stare at each other, neither one of us not knowing what to say, and thats when i start to notice her eyes filling up with tears. 'Keira whats wrong?' And the only reply i got was her bursting into tears, and i immediately wrapped my arms around her. 'Hey, its okay, its okay.' I continuously repeated to her, but she didnt show any signs of calming down. 'Baby youve got to breathe, come on lets sit down' i said as we walked over to the bench, her body leaning into mine. 'Whats going on Kei? How can i help you?' I desperately ask her. 'I want to go home Lucy, i cant do this on my own' she cries to me. This is worse than i thought. 'Babe your not alone, okay? Im here and im not going anywhere' i reassure her. I cant believe shes been feeling like this and ive had no clue. 'But things are different between us, and i dont know why. I've tried to think of things i might have done to upset you but i cant think of any. I miss you Lucy. I miss you so much. Your the only person i have here, and i cant do this without you. Im struggling to understand whats being said in training, struggling to understand my own teammates and i cant even understand the fucking radio. I dont think this was a good idea Luce. I should've stayed in Manchester. Im not good enough to be here.' She admits to me, i think I felt my heart shatter in that moment. 'Hey hey hey none of that okay. Your more than good enough to be here, your one of the if not the best midfielder in the game right now. And as for us, you've done absolutely nothing to upset me. Im here for you always, if your struggling at any point Keira please come and find me, no matter how big or how small the problem is to you, your problems are my problems. We work through things together. Always' i tell her as i rub my hand up and down her back. 'I just didnt think it would be this hard, i knew it wouldnt be easy, but this is a whole other level' she whispers to me, how did i not realise how much she's struggling? 'I know baby, its tough. But your strong enough to get through these first few weeks, it will get easier i promise you.' She wraps her arms tighter around me, if thats even possible. 'Can i stay at yours tonight? She mumbles into my chest. 'Ofcourse you can Keira, you dont need to ask.' She looks up at me and i press a light kiss to her forehead. 'Come on, lets go train and then we can have the weekend together' i tell her. I stand up and reach out my hand, which she gladly accepts, and pull her up. 'Does it look like ive been crying?' She questions me, probably scared ber new teammates are going to judge her. 'Baby you look beautiful always.' I tell her, not lying one bit.
She will get through this, i know she will.
Authors note:
- i hate this but oh well. so glad its half term now. sixth form is killing me off🔫
