Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and experience new...
A/N: last post of 2023 🥺 happy new year babes! Wishing for 2024 to be your year! Thank you so much for all the love this year
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"Do you want to go in the same car or?"
I shout from my room, getting ready for the day as Virgil is eating breakfast.
I myself didn't feel particularly hungry, more so because it was the first time we'd go into the training center as a 'known' couple. So, I figured I should at least look good, deciding to take my time on my make up.
"Yeah, we'll come home from the match together then." He answers, as hear I the dishwasher being pulled open. Then hearing his footsteps coming closer.
"What are you doing?" He asks, coming closer to me as I set my face with powder.
"Making sure my art stays in place." I joke, turning back to face him as he sits on the edge of my bed.
"I'm almost done I promise."
I finally grab my lip products, lining my lips meticulously and applying my gloss. Chucking both products into my bag as I stand up.
"Let's go."
I pull on my sneakers, checking myself out in the mirror for a split-second before we finally get into the elevator.
"Who's going to drive? You or me?"
I ask, watching the numbers on the elevator screen go down.
"I'll drive of course." He smiles, showing off his keys.
He holds my hand as we leave my apartment building, as we walk up to his car. Opening the door for me.
He walks around, as I put my seat belt on, getting in himself. Meanwhile, I grab my phone to check my notifications, now minimal since I deleted my social media apps.
"Here." I hear Virgil say, handing his phone to me.
I look at him confused, then looking at the phone screen. A playlist, titled 'red scrubs.'
"What's this?"
I ask, scrolling through, realizing it was full of all my favorite songs. Looking back up at him as he drives with one hand.
"A playlist I've made for you."
A smile forms on my face immediately, my mood getting brighter than earlier.
"You're so cute." I mumble, unable to stop cheesing at his cheesiness. It was very small and childish gesture, but the love it expressed was huge.
I watch him smirk, my hand coming up to squeeze his bicep playfully.
