Falling for you | Sam Kerr

Chapter 6: Drunk but can't forget you

Song for this chapter is "I love you so" by The Walters. ⚽️🎵🤍

SAM
They had been distant the past two days, and Sam truly couldn't understand why.

She had recovered quickly from the cold, as she'd known would happen, but Ivy still remained standoffish as though terrified she would somehow break Sam by breathing too hard or talking too much- which didn't matter anyway, considering they communicated with one syllable answers.

Had Sam done something wrong? That was the only logical conclusion. The last couple of days had drawn her back to the Mewis-era of her life, and she knew how that had ended.... Either way, that couldn't happen now, since Ivy wasn't like that. Sam trusted her, and she had to trust they would make this work- otherwise, what was left?

IVY
She was going to break up with Sam. (😭)

There was really no dawdling around it.
Just like she had at the very start of their relationship, Ivy swore to always choose what was best for Sam- and this? This would be best, at least in the long run. Ivy refused to be a burden: even if it meant heartbreak, and even if it killed her.

Walking into that room was like a fever dream, almost like observing herself from above.

She watched, out of body, as the other version of her said the words. She watched, still paralysed in this state, as Sam stood in disbelief, and Ivy watched onwards still as Sam made a desperate attempts to pull her back, reason with her, beg for some more time.

Now all Ivy wanted, more than anything, was to hug Sam one last time. Instead, she walked out the door.

SAM
Loosing Mewis had never hurt this fucking much. Neither had loosing a trophy, or tearing an ACL. Nothing, absolutely nothing would ever be as soul shattering as Ivy Valdez.

"I can't be a burden." "You're better off without me."
The words circled in Sam's head, a sickening cacophony of pain and she knew it needed to be numbed before it broke her. Her fingers typed out an invitation or two, her eyes were roughly wiped free of tears, and her car recklessly reversed from the hotel with a screech of tires. Sam was going through the motions of life, but not managing to feel alive.

Who cared? There was physically nothing to care about anymore, not even life itself.

The team didn't try hold Sam back from downing the shots: in fact, they encouraged drinks, each member too shocked by the breakup to do anything but down the amber liquid until their blood burned and their eyes stung.

They left the bar (who refused to serve them any more) in search of another, Macca whooping in the distance, Cooney-Cross sobbing, Kennedy dancing with Fowler and Sam mumbling incoherently. Apparently, they became a circus of crazies whilst incredibly drunk- and the French police simply didn't appreciate their comedic state.

IVY
She got the call at 3 am.

Ivy had just managed to doze off, her eyes an itchy, tear-stained red and nose a running river, when the phone had cried out for her attention and alerted her to certain teammates currently sitting in jail cells.

Was this not enough proof that Ivy was a problem to them? She had landed not just Sam, but almost half the team in jail for public intoxication. A dizzying thought hit her- leaving Sam wasn't enough, not to truly save everyone from her.
Ivy would have to leave the team too.

As she arrived to the station, startled and starry eyed from the 4-am daze, Ivy took notice of the paparazzi- it would have been hard not to, considering they were chanting her name for a comment.
This was just fucking incredible.

Bail had been set at $200 each, so she walked out a thousand dollars lighter, equipped with a couple hungover, angry Matildas.

Her only saving grace was their level of drunk: they weren't yet ready to cuss her out for breaking the heart of their friend, and by the time they prepared, Ivy would be at West Ham (her best temporary solution.) She escorted them all into fluffy white beds although Kyra had chosen the floor instead.

Sam was last person to take upstairs- she hadn't even looked in her direction, and Ivy didn't blame her, nor did she blame her as Sam pushed Ivy's hands away, or as she murmured some variation of "leave me alone" whilst stumbling on the steps.

Finally, when all the Matilda's were returned and she was alone in the car, Ivy broke down crying. She was exhausted, broken, and now had been reassured that Sam would never love or forgive her again.

Such was the pain of self-created punishment, and Ivy welcomed the familiar feeling of hatred back into her soul.

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Slightly shorter chapter for today with 856 words. I'm so sorry for not posting the last 2 days- rest assured the following updates will be daily, with no more interruptions!

I hope you enjoyed reading, and as always, feedback and requests are welcome. 🤍