All The Small Things You Do | Katie McCabe.

Hell has no fury...like Leah Williamson.

"Wassup my lil blondie?!" Tatum shouted through the speaker in her car as she answered Leah's call on her way back from training. "Miss me yet?"

She could practically hear Leah rolling her eyes.

"Oh yeah mate, more than I can describe."

"Y'know, your sarcasm isn't appreciated, silly girl. What's up poppet?" Tatum asks as she turns down the familiar streets.

Leah paused for a second before letting out a breath. "Will you please speak to Katie? This little silent treatment you're giving her is winding her up, the teams bodies can't take much more of it when she's pure body slamming us every session."

Tatum scoffed. "She's wound up? Is she having a laugh! Did she tell you what happened?"

"She said she was meant to pick you up from the airport on a visit, which, by the way, fuck you for not telling me. Anyway she said something came up with Ella so she had to cancel."

Tatum let out a dry laugh. "Nahh, man. She was meant to pick me up and didn't cancel. Didn't text or call. I was sat there like a fucking donut for over 5 hours, Le."

Leah was silent for a second, and Tatum could hear her shuffling around. "Okay, I mean, I get it. I'd be annoyed. But I know you like the back of my hand, TK. How come you're holding a grudge? Not saying you're wrong to, I'd be doing the same, but I know you - you're not one to carry something on."

The truth was, Tatum was mad. But not mad at Katie.

No, she'd let that go the morning after she woke up.

She was mad at herself.

One, for even getting sucked up into this little thing they had going on. She knew anything would be hard from the get go, it's not like they could just go out for dinner one night, everything has to be so planned. It would need so much trust. From both sides. Tatum had seen first hand how powerful the charm that Katie had was. And Katie was well aware how alluring Spanish girls could be.

Two, going against her own rules. Tatum had made it clear to girls she hooked up with that her focus was on Football. Even more so after the Euro's, the world cup is coming up and Tatum wants to add to her trophy collection.

And three, for letting herself get put into this position. She knows that to a lot of people she comes across carefree, relaxed, confident. But in reality she knew she was a big ol' baby. A golden retriever, Leah called her. And for a while, she got sucked into the attention Katie gave her. Taking charge for a lot of their communication, taking the lead. Even though from what she remembered of that night they hooked up, she was the complete opposite, eager for Tatum to take control.

"I've just...been busy."

"Mate. Beth told me about how last night you spent hours on Facetime with her whilst you both did paint by numbers."

Tatum smiled at the memory of last night. "Yeah that was great. See, told you, busy."

"TK, call her man. Please. Just text her or something, at least. She's gonna end up breaking someone's leg in training. Every single time I dare even look at my phone, she's asking if it's you, it's winding me up. I'm getting annoyed now."

Tatum made a tutting noise. "Alright, fine. You know, I don't know why so many people thirst over you, so moody and built like a bean pole."

Leah let out a small laugh. "Whatever. Right, I'm going, Dads taking me out for tea."

"Wouldn't know, my dads dead."

"TATUM!" Leah gasped through the phone. "Stop doing that!"

"You're the one rubbing it in."