All The Small Things You Do | Katie McCabe.

Toast, best lightly done.

"Luce, you'd think living in Spain would have taught your girlfriend a bit of rhythm!" Tatum shouted as she made her way off the dancefloor and over to where Lucy and Millie were currently sat.

Lucy frowned at Tatum as she watched Keira on the dancefloor. "Mate, you've seen her try to speak Spanish, if she's not even picked up the language yet, how's she going to have picked up some rhythm. I love her, but her dancing is painful." 

Tatum laughed and turned to face the dancefloor from her seat, smiling at the site of Keira's awkward dancing and Leah shouting at her to be better. "Honestly, I think you need to go get her, she's throwing elbows."

Lucy chuckled before typing a message on her phone and pocketing in her joggers and standing up. "On it. Hey, a few of the Irish girls are going to join now some of the families have gone. Is that alright? I think some of the Spanish girls, too."

Tatum couldn't help the frown that came on her face before she shrugged. "Sure."

Lucy stopped her movement and moved closer to the younger girl. "You sure? You don't sound keen."

Tatum pursed my lips and looked around the room. The FA had put on a massive party in their hotel for all the players, staff, and their friend and family. DJ, food, and the best part, free bar. But as it got later, some of the older family members had now headed to their rooms, leaving mostly the younger generations still partying off the high. "Nah, it's fine. Is It not just kind of awkward then coming into an England party? It's literally celebrating a trophy that they didn't win."

Lucy glanced around and shrugged. "There's girls from other teams here. There's some Dutch girls there." She said as she pointed to a table across from them.

"Yeah, it's Viv. She's Beth's girlfriend."

"Her friends with her aren't Beth's girlfriends, though. And there's Stina, she's from Sweden. It's only a few of them anyways, I promise, it won't be awkward." Lucy reassured Tatum, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, no worries. Sorry, I'm just being grumpy." It wasn't a secret that Tatum didn't have any family there tonight to celebrate with her. Her mum is disabled and although she was at the game, she wouldn't be able to manage the party. Her cousin and brother in law are both being wiped out with a bad chest infection, and she didn't feel comfortable inviting further relatives, instead opting to go solo. She was close enough with a lot of the girls families to not feel alone anyways. Or that was how she reasoned it.

Lucy smiled and placed a kiss on the side of Tatum's head. "Don't worry superstar." With that she walked to the dancefloor to rescue everybody that was in the vicinity of Keira.

Tatum turned to face Millie, who now wrapped her arm around the younger girl. Opening her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by Beth jogging over to the group and pulling on Tatum's hand and then grabbing Millie's. "I got them to play the song!"

Tatum frowned at Beth's statement, but still allowed the girl to pull her back to the centre of the dancefloor. "What song?"

"Nova's song!" She yelled back as the familiar notes of You're a Superstar by Love Inc began to boom through the room.

As soon as the first five seconds played, all the girls knew the song, and knew what it meant, all gathering on the dancefloor around Tatum with their arms in the air. At the start of the year, Tatum's one year old niece unexpectedly passed away, her parents, didn't want her funeral to be sad, they wanted her to be celebrated. The baby had a thing for dance music, so the wake turned into a mini rave. At the end of the night, the last song played was this very song. Every single person that was present met on the dancefloor, singing every last word to honour baby Nova. Ever since that night, this was Nova's song.