it's not real// leah williamson

two

Adelaide's POV:

"ADELAIDE RYLEIGH KERR, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" I hear screamed, jolting me awake.

"Fucking hell, Sam, what's up." I say groggily, trying to wipe the tiredness out of my eyes.

"You have a meeting at 11 am, it's 10:25, get up!" She shouts as she leaves the room, causing me to shoot out of bed.

Shit, shit, shit. I can not make a bad first impression. This is the girl I'm supposed to be dating for the next two years!

I run straight into my en suite bathroom and get in the shower, brushing my teeth whilst I'm in the shower as well.

When I get out, I see that Sam has laid out some clothes for me on the bed, which consist of ripped jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a red and black flannel shirt.

I quickly get dressed and wrap a jumper around my waist as well in case I get cold before putting on a pair of custom converse that I had, especially designed for me.

By the time I leave the house (without breakfast, may I add), it is 10:50 am, and Sam is the one who is driving me to the meeting.

"You know the place where you're meeting is like a 30-minute drive, Ade." She tells me, causing me to groan in response.

"Just be as quick as you can, Sam!" I reply, annoyed that I forgot to set an alarm.

As well as my outfit, I am also wearing sunglasses and an Australian national team cap.

Sam lets me put my music on over her own, which is always positive as she has bad music taste, meaning we currently have Taylor Swift on.

Talking of Taylor Swift, I should probably message her.

At 11:15 a.m., we arrive at the place where I have the meeting, and Sam wishes me good luck as I sprint out of the car.

I run into the building and give them my name, so a member of staff takes me where I need to be.

"Adelaide, you're late." Tracey tells me as I walk into the meeting room.

"Better late than never, Trace, leave me alone." I reply, rolling my eyes as I take my seat next to my manager, opposite the footballer and her agent.

I take my sunglasses off of my face, attaching them to the front of my shirt before I extend a hand out to the two women sitting in front of me and introduce myself.

I instantly lock eyes with the woman who I'm guessing is supposed to be who I'm dating for the next two years. I have to admit, she is attractive. Very attractive.

Her eyes shoot up to the hat that I'm wearing, and she laughs.

"Definitely not happening with that hat on." She says whilst laughing quietly, causing me to roll my eyes.

She has a thick accent, and it just makes her more attractive.

"What's wrong with the Matilda's, aye?" I reply, smirking slightly.

"I play for England, can't have my girlfriend not supporting me when I play now, can I?" She says back, clearly challenging me.

"Girls, girls, you can discuss this later. You have two years, but now we need to discuss how this is going to work." Tracey says, bringing our attention back to her.

"Right, well, we think that they should announce their relationship straight away, don't we, Leah?" The woman next to her says.

Her name is Leah.

Honestly, it suits her.

"No, you think that, Olivia, this is your whole idea, not mine." Leah says back to her agent, whilst leaning back in her seat and crossing her arms.