Woso Oneshots

Well, that's not good, Keira Walsh.

A requested one for you lot which means it's gonna make sense cause I ain't come up with the idea.

Might be a bit of a mad one, I'm running off of like a million 50p energys.

Gonna be a platonic one and I've been told to make it angsty so fuckin' grab your popcorn I guess.

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Y/n's pov.

Playing the USA is always fun for me, you know, I don't think they like me very much, but it's whatever. I mean, they need to get a life of their really hating a seventeen year old.

'Don't say anything stupid today, kid.' Kei tells me, thinking about some of the things I've said to American opponents in the past.

(I'm always bullying Americans. Soz bout that. I should be nicer. You've never even been to a big tesco before that must be really sad.)

'Can't promise owt.' I shrug, running off to piss off Millie.

Keira is sort of like a mother figure to me. Although we both play for different clubs in different countries, when I first got my first senior England call up, she took me under her wing. Along with a few others but Keira is the most boring. By that, I mean she doesn't let me swear or practically do anything fun apart from football.

It can be draining, but I know she's only trying to keep me safe. Maybe too safe.

For some unknown reason, Sarina is letting me start today. She's either gone mad, forgotten what happened last time or both. Oh well, no complaining here.

I sit next to Keira in the bus. Window seat, obviously. Surprisingly, on the bus before a match, I'm not super loud and annoying like normal. Instead, I just sit with my headphones on, blasting music as loud as possible.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. Right, this will be the start of a series of things that piss me off until I snap and kill some random American donny.

'What?' I sigh, removing one side of my headphones.

'I was serious earlier y/n, anything stupid, and I won't be happy.' Keira tells me sternly.

'Oh no, whatever will I do. Can't believe you interrupted my music for that. Fuckin good song aswell.' I shake my head at her, grabbing my bag and trying to get past her.

'Where are you going?' She asks, concern  evident in her voice and on her face.

'Away from you.' Maybe it's too harsh. Yes, however, she's ruined my whole pre-match routine, and she knows how much I need my routines. Now I'm gonna have a shit game, and everything's gonna go wrong and its all fucked.

I find two empty seats across from where Leah and Beth are sat.

Before they can say anything to me, I put my headphones back on, trying to calm myself back down.

It doesn't work, though. Both my knees are shaking extremely fast, my breathing quickening at every given second, and I'm doing everything not to punch myself or anything around me.

Why won't the fucking music work. It normally does. This is a fucking joke, why can't I just work normally like everyone else.

The bus comes to a stop, and I only notice when Georgia takes my headphones off of me and runs off with them.

Remember how I said there was gonna be a series of things? That was the next one.

'Fuck sake!' I shout, punching one of the seats in frustration, quickly following after her, not even bothering to pick up my bag. I swear to fuck, if she breaks those that's me done.