Woso Oneshots

Worm, Ella Toone.

Right, this is another request, but it's my own idea, so chances are it's gonna be shit.

But we love that.

Also, I would like to formally apologise to any Americans who read my writing. I can be brutal. I'm not doing that on this one, tho. I will write something nice about yous one day, I promise.

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Y/n's pov.

'How's the long distance treating ya then?' Millie asks as we start to play a game of darts. Something we always seem to do on camp.

'Well, it's not ideal, but it is what it is.' I sigh before concentrating on that treble twenty, only to hit a fucking treble twelve. Fucking terrible.

Truth be told, I hate that Ella and I have to be long distance but neither of us would ever dream of leaving our childhood clubs. Mine being Arsenal and hers Man U.

'Where is she anyway? I'd have thought you'd be glued at the hip all camp.' She chuckles.

'You know what, I don't even know. Probably with Less somewhere.' I can't be mad. They've been inseparable for way longer than I've been around. I have really missed Ella, though.

'Oh god, that's just what we need.' She jokes, taking her go, doing terribly.

We aren't actually playing a game as both of us are shit at adding up and, quite frankly, can't be arsed. Normally, if we were playing properly, we'd need Leah to do all the maths for us.

Before I can't step up to throw my darts, I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist and someone's chin on my shoulder.

'Alright, love.' I greet my girlfriend after getting the familiar sent of her perfume.

'Yes, but I have a question.' She says, spinning me around to face her.

Me and Millie give each other a look, knowing how random Ella's questions are but also how easy it is to give her the wrong answer and make her upset.

Which is why I need lots of witnesses to make sure I'm not in the wrong if that was to happen. Luckily, we're in the perfect place for that as nearly the entire England squad is in the room. And Ella's statement has certainly gained their attention as everyone is staring at me.

Well, this is fun.

'What's up?' I ask, nervously waiting for her question.

Now, I really have to think this through because I can't risk being ignored for the rest of the camp, then going back to London, bearly having talked to my girlfriend.

'Would you still love me if I was a worm?' She says.

My eyes widen, what the fuck am I supposed to say to that. Worms are yucky.

I look to literally anyone for help, but they all look away, helpful.

'Erm.' I scratch the back of my neck, a nervous sweat starting to form on my forehead. 'Erm.'

She knows I hate worms. Ever since I watched that one Tracy Beaker episode, I can't look at them the same.

(If yk, yk)

'I knew it.' She scoffs, grabbing Alessias wrist and pulling her out of the room.

'Fuck.' I groan, covering my face with my hands before wacking myself on the head a few times, ultimately being stopped by Leah.

Well I think it's safe to say I'm completely and utterly fucked.

'At least you didn't say no.' Georgia says, patting me in the back as I walk past her to sit on a bean bag.