Summary: Your girlfriend finds messages on your phone that make her think that you are cheating on her. What will happen when she won't let you tell her your side of the story?
Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending), accusation of cheating, and some swear words.
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Katie was sitting in the living room of your shared apartment, decked out in her training kit, while you were still getting changed in the bedroom. Your girlfriend of a year, was always ready before you, you had no clue why because you literally had to change into the same kit. Still, you felt no rush as you still had some time before you would have to leave to pick up Kyra. When the younger Australian joined the team, you and Katie had offered to pick her up before training, since she lived on the route to the training centre.
You had left your phone on the living room couch, where you had previously sat cuddled up to your girlfriend. Katie didn't mean to look when it buzzed with a new message but she caught your screen light up from the corner of her eye. The messages that showed up had her reach for the phone instantly.
EM: I can't believe that she still has no clue
EM: See you next weekend! ❤️
Who was this Em and why was she going to see you next weekend? She had never heard you talk about an Em, and you hadn't mentioned having any plans next weekend either. What bothered her most was that she had the early feeling that she was the one being referred to as the one 'having no clue'. So, against her better judgement she unlocked your phone with the passcode you had shared with her early on in your relationship. She opened your conversation with the person in question, and without scrolling further she dropped your phone.
Y/n: Made the reservation for the hotel under your name
EM: Does Katie have any suspicions?
Y/n: None at all :)
EM: I can't believe that she still has no clue
EM: See you next weekend! ❤️
Her mind was racing, there was only one logical explanation for the conversation she had just read, right? She started pacing the room, why was this happening to her? Why was it happening again? Was she just not good enough? Besides being extremely hurt, she was also very angry with you. So, when you came walking into the living room all cheerful, she snapped.
"How could you do this to me, y/n?" You were taken back by her raised voice accompanied by the use of your full first name. "I'm sorry but what exactly did I do?" You ask timidly, not wanting to upset the Irish woman more. She reaches for your phone that she dropped just moments before, and holds up the conversation to your face. You frown, "You went through my messages?" Sure you gave her your passcode, as did she, but that was something you had done because there was a high level of trust between the two of you, and not to go through the other's messages. "That is what you want to focus on right now? You're fucking cheating on me, and you want to talk about me reading your messages?"
"Katie, it's not what you think-" She interrupts you before you can finish your sentence. "I don't want to hear your stupid excuses." You try to say something again, but to no avail. "Get in the car, we have to pick up Kyra." You had never seen Katie this way, her face was stoic, and she didn't say a word on the drive over to Kyra's. When Kyra got into the back of the car she could feel the tension, so she opted on scrolling on her phone instead of getting involved in whatever was going on.
The three of you walk into the locker room together, and walk to your cubbies. Instead of sitting down at her cubby next to yours, Katie grabs her stuff, and moves to a free cubby down the other side of the room. The girls look between the two of you worriedly, they had never seen the two of you fight like this before. You don't notice their stares, as your eyes are trained to the floor while you boot up.
