Woso one shots part1

Chapter 23 page 28

Page 28. I'm stuck on page 28 because I know when I turn to page 29, she won't be there. We have to pretend we never dated or knew each other. How can I forget our story? It had just started; it wasn't time for it to end. In the ideal world, it wouldn't. But here I am, sitting next to her as if we didn't just spend the last two and a half years loving each other. I still love her with all my heart; I think I will forever.

I met Georgia when we were young; we grew up together. It wasn't until 2020 that anything happened between us. Through the whole of the lockdown, we were something, and for two years after, we were together. We were the only ones to know. Now she's leaving to go live in Germany, and I'm going to Spain with one of her best friends, Lucy. I know I should be happy; I mean, I'm going to be playing for Barcelona, the team I've always wished to play for. But now I want to go with her, but I can't.

I understand why she has never told the world about her sexuality, but her teammates, I don't get. Getting dragged back to the present as one of the girls says something about crashing Serena's interview. We all form a line and start singing, shouting, "It's coming home," barging through the doors. We go around the table; Mary and Lucy get up on the table and do some sort of dance. For being the TikTok queen, Mary doesn't know how to dance the best. I can't really say anything; I can't dance to save my life.

Rushing out of the conference room, we go back to the changing room. A few split off to go outside wailing; some of the German girls walk past. I walk into the locker room to see a bunch of girls dancing to "Every Time We Touch." Hanna is sitting in her cubby; I decide to sit next to her. We don't say anything to each other. After about half an hour and a lot of alcohol later, someone walks in and tells us that the bus is outside.

We all pack up our stuff and make our way onto it, deciding to sit away from the girls. I know I will get questioned about it, but I need to think. My signing for Barcelona isn't public yet as I've not actually signed it yet. I'm flying out after Trafalgar Square; I'll be stopping there for the day, then going to Ibiza for a day or two, then back to Manchester to pack up the rest of my stuff. I know the fans are going to be devastated as they want me to stay.

Laying my head against the window, the cold cools down my face. I watch silently as the bus pulls away, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions, knowing that the next chapters of my life were about to unfold in ways I couldn't yet predict.

We pass fans coming out of Wembley Way. I still can't believe what we have just done; we are on top of Europe; we won. We actually won. This whole last three months have felt like a dream, from getting called up to playing in the first match to winning the whole thing.

Closing my eyes, I just listen to the girls, the staff, and the outside. After a bit, the bus stops; the sound of the doors opening tells me that we are at the hotel. I wait for everyone to get out before getting off. There are people with cameras all over the place. Getting in front of the hotel fast, all our friends and family are waiting for us. A few run to their friends and family, others walk. I just stand there; mum and dad aren't here as they had work.

I stand, watching everyone reunite with their friends and family. I couldn't shake the bittersweet feeling that this moment marked both an end and a beginning of an era. Jill and Ellen are retiring, but that means there will be new talent going up to the bar they have.

I get six shots of vodka; I take three and walk over to Ella and Alesia and hand them one. I promised them if we won I would buy them a shot; technically, I haven't bought them one, but it's the same thing. A bottle of gin is passed to us; I down a bit.

Feeling something cold against my back, I open my eyes; the sun shines straight into them. What? Looking around, by the look of it, I am outside. I can see the hotel. Getting off whatever I'm on, I look back at what I was on. Where did I get a pink flamingo pool float from?

The last thing I remember was at 2 am; one of Ella or Alesia's friends was on the table. Why was she on the table? Why am I outside walking slowly up to the hotel? My head is banging, and I feel like I'm about to throw my guts up. I'm never drinking again. Finally, I make it back to the hotel to see about sixty people.

Eating, all them very quiet heads turn when they hear the door open. Slapping my hand over my mouth, I run to the nearest bathroom. After a minute or to I stop throwing up, clinging to the wall I push my self up walking back to the room. People turn to see who it was a few look concerned, and others are amused.

I need to find Ella and Alesia. One to see if there OK and two to find out where I got the flamingo from and why I was asleep outside. But first, a glass of water and some paracetamol and ibuprofen seeing a table of bottle water and boxes of paracetamol and ibuprofen taken some.

I looked up as someone walked into the room. It was Ella and Alesia—I didn't need to go looking for them.

"Hey, girls," I greeted them. They mumbled a quiet "hi" in response. "I need to ask you something." Ella nodded, prompting me to continue. "One, why was I asleep outside? And two, where did I get a pink flamingo pool float from?" Confusion was evident on both their faces. Alesia spoke up, "What pink flamingo? And what do you mean, you slept outside? You went to bed around 4." She struggled to hold back laughter as she recounted this. Now, I was even more confused.

"What do you mean you don't know where I got it from? And how did I end up outside if I went to bed?" They both tried hard not to laugh but looked genuinely perplexed. "Well, when Alesia and I left you in your room, you had just stopped crying about something. You weren't making much sense by then."

After hearing their explanation, I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of last night. I wondered how everything had spiraled into such a blur.

"Okay, thanks for bringing me to my room." I walked back to my room, trying to make sense of it all and searching for my phone. In the hallway outside my room, Jess, Carter, and someone else were passed out. Opening my door, everything seemed normal; my phone lay on the bed. I picked it up, greeted with a flood of Instagram notifications. Opening the app, I checked the notifications and found I had posted a story at 3:56 am, just before I went to bed. It didn't reveal much, just me, Ella, Alesia, Lotte, Georgia, and Ellie. Maybe one of them knew more.

Stepping into the bathroom, I glanced at myself in the mirror. That's when I noticed the hickey on my neck. I paused, trying to recall. I remembered someone knocking on the door, and I let them in. But who was it?

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