her point of view
Steph slides a drink across the table at me, " I'm off, but keep the party going!".
I side hug her, watching her disappear into the crowd.
The other girls sit at the booth, staring down at the drink, I stand there for a few seconds before skulling the rest.Glancing over at the bar, I could go for another.
I make my way there, squeezing past the drunk crowd.
A girl sits at the bar, black pants, black t-shirt and white nike airs.
I'm almost instantly attracted to her.She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, nothing but a view of her low pony tail.
And I know it's not her but," Hi, sorry, you just remind me so much of-"
Her eyes flick up to meet mine,
my mouth hangs open mid sentence." Hazel?"
Everything in me freezes, my name rolling off her tongue like it used to.
" Sam" I sigh, flashing her a reassuring smile before making a break for it.
Turning for the crowd, I disappear out the door.
My hearts beating through my chest at this point, pulling on my jacket, I cross the road.
My nails between my teeth, her eyes float around my mind.Leaning my head against the street lamp, I let out a deep breath.
It's cold, and if I weren't so distracted it would probably bother me further, but i'm too busy, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
" That's it?" Her voice comes out of no where.
Standing up straight, unfolding my arms, I begin to pick at my nails and all I can manage to say is,
" I don't know".
" What do you mean, you don't know?!" She scoffs.
Throwing my hands in the air, I turn to walk away from her again, picking up my speed.
She catches up to me this time, keeping up with my fast pace.
" I thought you would hate me" I admit.
" You should hate me".Gently, She places a hand on my hip, to stop me in my place.
" I could never hate you".
I glance up at her, taking my eyes off the floor.
She removes her hand from my waist, retrieving them by her sides.
I want to touch her, I want her to touch me.There's a moment of silence between us,
our eyes locked." You look well" I clear my throat.
She almost laughs, shaking her head at me.
" I don't feel well".
Raising an eyebrow, I tilt my head at her reply.
The feeling of discomfort washes over me,
reminding me that I left her,
I ran away."Sorry" She says.
"Don't know why I said that. I'm pretty drunk".I just nod at her, staring down at her hands.
" Sam, you can tell me anything. Always".
And she laughs it off, looking anywhere but at me.
" What're you doing here? I mean, you know, what are you doing?" She asks.
Staring down at the floor, I begin to shuffle from one foot to the other.
" I play for Arsenal, but don't play many of the games, I'm just there for training really".
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her point of view ; sam kerr
FanfictionIt doesn't take Hazel long to develop feelings for Sam, how mutual are those feelings though? This story may contain mature content.