Look For The Light|| JILL ROORD .

Devotion

A/N: This is the second of the fourth one. Enjoy. 

We'd made it to the final, Alongside the Netherlands. I knew, either I was crushing Jill's dream, or she was crushing mine. This was a game I so desperately wanted to work out, For both of us. I want to lift the trophy so bad. So bad Dylan will know I tried. So he knows I did it all for him. So I can win the ballon d'or.

We'd all began to line up in the tunnels and my eyes found hers like magnets. Although these eyes held sorrow. She knew someone was going to get hurt tonight. The refs walked us out and Jill faced forward. But for some reason my eyes were still glued to the back of her head. They never left. 

We took our positions on the field and my eyes were still set on Jill. The whistle blew, and I'd felt it all sink in... I'm in a World Cup final. I'd felt tears begin to form in my eyes until the Ball was put at my feet, by Ellie. I'd sprung forward and kept the ball moving and continued to dribble through the midfield. I'd made my way up to the first defender and made a long ball to the wing. Caitlin received the ball and began to make a cross to the box, which I got the touch on and spun around a defender or two then slotting It in the back of the goal. 

"LETS FUCKING GOOO!" I yelled as I ran to the corner. I began yelling and trying to keep the adrenaline rush alive.

Only a few moments later Viv got a goal, which wiped the smile off my face. But I Knew exactly what I wanted in this match. A hat trick. So after a  few failed attempts, I'd decide to play around the outside of the box, dribbling through defenders taking ankles. I finally found an open and shot the ball and slowly watched as it soared into the goal, rippling against the back of the net.

"YESSSSSS!" I yelled as I picked up Caitlin and pulled her into a hug.

It was there last five minutes of the game and I was patiently dribbling outside the box looking for an opportunity. I'd made my run into the box and was about to release the ball when I got my legs taken from under me. Lo and behold the Netherlands captain Spitse was standing back up almost in an instant telling back to the ref that it was not a pen.

I was thinking in my mind if I should get up, when I'd felt a body having over mine. 

"You okay." The Dutch girl asked. 

"I've been better, Better now that you're here through." 

I've been here." She said as she rolled her eyes. "You planning on staying down any longer?"

"You know since you mentioned it, Jill.  Yes, yes I will be staying down here a bit longer, Plus your captain is about to get a red card and I have a good view of it." I say laughing at Jill, and watch as she instantly rushes towards her captain to prevent the red card. I missed the girl. Maybe things could go back to normal. 

I stepped up to take the pen, and just before I took it I found the Dutch girls eyes. She gave me a smirk and a wink and that was All I needed. I Shot the ball into the bottom right corner. and the keeper dove left. I'd ran to the middle of the field as the ref blew the final whistle. 

I fell to the floor and every and all of my emotions came out. I got picked up by Macca. She was one of the people who knew what this meant to me and Dylan. She held me in a hug and began whispering in my ear. "He's so proud of you." She said. I could only cry. 

I began to raise my arm and kiss the wristband in honor of the hat trick. We all made our way over to the podium where we were supposed to lift our trophy. Since I was captain of this match because of Sam having an injury, I got to lift the trophy.

"3,...2,...1,..." The team yelled and I raised the trophy. 

"LETS FUCKING GOOO" I yelled as I jumped with it posing for pictures.

I began walking around the field and I saw Jill sitting in the grass playing with the yellow and green confetti. I so badly wanted to go sit by her and comfort her. But I'd got pulled away by my teammates. 

"Hudson do you hear them" Mary asked me.

I'd finally taken a moment and stopped zoning out. The crowd. They were chanting a chant they'd made for me. I knew had a chant. It felt nice. Appreciated. 

'SHE"S RED WHITE AND BLUE BUT SHE'S GOT SOME AUSSIE TOO, HUDSON MORGAN FOR THE WINNNN!" The fans yelled out. I could on help but feel so proud. I knew he was proud.  I was taking a photo with a fan when I felt a fragile hand on my back. 

"RUTH!" I said and began to pick the old lady up in a hug. 

"HUDSON YOU DID IT!" Ruth said cupping both my cheeks and shaking my head back and forth.  After that, I went to go find my dad, who was supposedly in the stands. I'd searched and searched for him. There he was. I hadn't seen him since I'd left a year ago.  I'd run as fast as I possibly could and pulled him into a hug. 

"We are all so proud of you kiddo. You did it!" he said to me. I could only feel more at whole with the whole moment. "I did it," I said to myself while I cried on his shoulder. 

"You have done your whole country proud, and I could not be happier to call you my daughter. You sure are taking after your sister" my dad said to me as he released me out of the hug and started crying more. "Your mom, may not be here but if she was, you know she would keep telling you how you're amazing,"  he said laughing a bit.

"Yeah. I could imagine her pestering me." I said laughing only kidding. 

"She is so proud of you kiddo, She knew it would hurt you when she left, but she knew you would still prevail and do something amazing."

"HUDSON COME ON!" my teammate yelled to me.

"I gotta go, Dad," I said to him, pointing at the tunnel.

"I gotta catch a plane anyway, Don't be a stranger. I love you" He said as he pulled me into another hug and kissed my cheek.

"Love you too," I said running backward and proceeding to start jogging forward when I was done talking.

I went into the locker room and in the office part one of the assistant coaches stopped me.

"Here! Take these!" He said and handed me a pair of ski goggles 

"Okay..." I said slowly as I pulled them over my head. He gave me a thumbs up and I returned it and opened the locker room door. I walked in and saw my teammates flying around on the floor sliding across the alcohol-drenched floor.  "Hey. What the-" I said and before I could finish my sentence I got a bottle of champagne sprayed all over me. "AHHH!" I shrieked at how cold the champagne was.

*Jill's POV*

I was just now getting back to the hotel and currently opening my hotel door with my key card. I'd set my bag down at the door and kicked my shoes off. I'd torn my shirt off and switched into my pajamas. I'd gotten in bed and continued to toss and turn. Recently I pulled my phone out and started watching Instagram stories, Mainly the Australia team's Instagram stories. I was searching for one Australian though. I"d finally found her in Makenzie Arnold's story. She was singing and dancing with a bottle of champagne. She looks happy. I began scrolling through my feed and saw this video a fan recorded. It was her reaction to the crowd chanting her name. She looked so proud, to represent her country, and the look on her face was almost worth losing for. No, it was worth it. 

A/N: What'd you think?