Fine Line

Really?

There is a bit of a rehash from the previous chapter but I wanted to get across the twist of feelings that was bombarding Alessia and explain her behaviour a bit more.

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Panic flushed through her entire body as she looked into Ella's eyes. She could feel the small groaning noise Ella let out from her fall, but she couldn't hear it. All she could hear was her heart pounding.

With a harsh kick of adrenaline she pushed her self up off the ground in a rush. The numbness of her foot a distant worry.

Her vision went a bit blurry as she heard Ella say something but her brain was in such a scramble it was just a muffle of words.

"We best shower and get to bed, it's getting late" was all she could get out. She needed to walk away. Now.

She walked past Ella, she felt sick to her stomach. Why does she have these feelings? It's wrong. Why does her mind betray her?

"Thanks for getting that off..." She points to the slider, rushing into the bedroom and leaving Ella in the bathroom. "Tell me when the showers free please?"

She sighed in relief as she heard the bathroom door close. Opening the door the balcony and closing it behind her she let out a long laboured breath. Her hands were shaking, she pulled up a chair and sat down.

A hot flush raised to her head, she looked around for her phone. It was inside..

She looked through the glass doors into their room, her phone on the table by their little tea station.

Nope. She couldn't go back in there right now..

Her heart thundered. She couldn't keep going like this. It wasn't healthy. However, she couldn't think of anything worse than an unrequited love confession to her best friend a few days before they play the biggest match of their careers.

'Fuck' she whimpered into her hands, scratching her hair hard. She was frustrated with herself. Why has she allowed this to happen.

She was snatched from her thoughts as Ella tapped the door. The midfielder wordlessly pointed to the bathroom and the striker silently collected her things heading to the shower.

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She climbed into bed. Feeling slightly guilty for the way she hadn't responded to Ella with words. She put herself in her best friends shoes.

They had just been in hysterics until once again, Alessia removed that smile from Ella's face. She hated herself for it. The only way she could relieve the guilt in her gut was by telling herself it was for the brunettes own good.

"Night Lessi" Ella turned away from her.

"Night Tooney..." she said quietly, her jaw clenching.

The image of Ella's smile fading as she walked past her heading into the shower haunted her mind.

Her mind was in turmoil. She closed her eyes but the image was on repeat. Then the words fell out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

"El.."

She seen Ella look over her shoulder. The soft questioning curve on her brow making the striker smile timidly.

"Fancy a spoon?" She was met by silence, panic waved through her body again and she rushed to save herself "totally fine if not, I-"

"-Scoot over" Ella cut her off. Alessia looked up at the brunette. The giddy looking grin and rosy cheeks which the striker has seen fade of her face not an hour before.