Woso Oneshots

Truth or dare, Lotte Wubben-Moy.

Idk if this is gonna be any good. My brain ain't been fun today.

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Y/ns pov.

I don't know how the fuck I've been roped into this but somehow the whole bloody planet is in my living room playing truth or dare.

Erm, last time I checked, I was just sitting here watching a nice documentary, close to falling asleep on my lovely sofa, and then my entire team bursts through the door.

Beth turns off the tv.

'Oi, I was watching that you dick head.' I shout at her.

My girlfriend Lotte sits next to me and wraps an arm around my waist.

'Calm down, I told you they were coming over.' She says.

'When was this?' I ask.

'A few hours ago, anyway we are playing a game, so you need to stop watching the telly for a bit.' I look at her with an unamused expression and turn back to Beth.

'As I was saying, y/n truth or dare.' She smirks.

'Dare, I'm not a pussy.' I tell her.

She huffs.

'How are we supposed to find out things about you if you only pick dare.' She exclaims.

'That's the point. You're not.' I say.

She looks defeated, and then she smirks at me again.

'I dare you to tell us something about yourself.' A few of the girls laugh.

'What? You can't do that.' I shout.

'Oh yes, I can.' Fuck.

'Just tell us something, mate.' Caitlyn says.

'Why do you guys care so much about my life? Huh? Why can't I just live with my trauma and not have to tell every fucking person I know about it. I don't talk about it for a very good reason.' My eyes start to water.

Honestly, you people wouldn't believe how many times a week this lot asks me about my private life.

You'd think surely after I've told the millions of times not to ask, they would let it be, but no.

I mean, why do they care so much. Why can't they go about their lives and leave mine alone. I purposefully don't talk about my past because I want to forget it myself. I want to forget that any of it ever happened, and the only memories I want to keep are the ones of football.

They don't give me an answer, so I get up and leave to room. I walk upstairs and into what I call my safe room. It's a room where I keep all of my dvds, airfix models, movie posters, and stuff like that. I come in here often, but especially when I'm upset, it helps me calm down.

I sit on my bean bag and think. This whole situation has made me remember even more things I would like to forget.

Lottes pov.

'Fuck.' I whisper.

I knew I should have stopped Beth.

'You guys are honestly so stupid. Do you think she likes being constantly pestered about her life before football? Do you think she wants to remember it? Do you know how many times she's woken up screaming after a nightmare about the exact thing you guys keep asking her about? I thought I told you to stop.' They all look shocked at my outburst.

'I didn't mean any harm.' Beth tells me. I stand up and walk over to her.

'It doesn't matter, I told you to stop talking about it. I'm going to see if y/ns ok. Just leave us alone for a minute.' I leave the room and make my way upstairs knowing exactly where my girlfriend is.