WOSO Oneshot

Georgia Stanway x Reader- Unlikely Sparks

The night air was crisp and filled with laughter as the Lionesses gathered around the campfire for their team bonding night. The flickering flames cast warm, dancing shadows on everyone's faces, creating an intimate and cosy atmosphere. You felt a mix of excitement and nerves, thrilled to be part of this incredible group of women, yet still trying to find your place among them.

Georgia Stanway was at the centre of the fun, as usual. Her infectious energy and cheeky smile seemed to light up the night even more than the fire. You had always admired her from afar, not just for her skills on the pitch but also for her ability to make everyone around her feel welcome and included.

Tonight, she was in rare form, leading a spirited game of charades that had everyone in stitches. You watched her from your spot on a log, admiring the way she could switch between intense competitiveness and playful banter so effortlessly.

"Alright, who's next?" Georgia called out, her eyes scanning the group.

Before you could think, your teammates started chanting your name. "Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!"

Blushing, you stood up and took your place next to Georgia, who gave you a reassuring wink. "You got this," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear.

As the game continued, you found yourself relaxing and even laughing along with the others. Georgia's presence beside you was comforting, and you couldn't help but steal glances at her every now and then. She caught you looking once and flashed you a grin that made your heart skip a beat.

The game went on for what felt like hours, and the night was drawing to a close. Georgia suggested a final challenge—a rapid-fire round where the charades had to be guessed within thirty seconds. The competitive spirit in the air was palpable.

When it was your turn again, you managed to guess Georgia's prompt in record time. Elated, you turned to her, and in the heat of the moment, you raised your hand for a celebratory high-five.

Georgia, ever the enthusiastic one, met your hand with all her might.

The slap echoed through the night, startling everyone around the campfire. You felt a sharp sting shoot up your arm and winced in pain, shaking your hand to alleviate the discomfort. Georgia's eyes widened in horror as she realised what had happened.

"Oh my god, Y/N, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, rushing to your side. "I didn't mean to hit you that hard."

You laughed through the pain, trying to downplay the situation. "It's okay, really. Just a high-five gone wrong."

She gently took your hand in hers, examining it with a worried expression. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern.

The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was just... an incredibly loud and painful high-five."

Georgia's laughter rang out, and she squeezed your hand gently before letting go. "We'll have to work on our celebratory gestures," she teased, her eyes twinkling.

As the night wound down and everyone began to disperse, Georgia lingered by your side. "I really am sorry," she said quietly, her usual playful demeanour replaced with genuine remorse.

You smiled at her, feeling a surge of boldness. "Well, you can make it up to me," you suggested.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Oh? And how might I do that?"

"How about breakfast tomorrow? Just the two of us?"

Georgia's face broke into a radiant smile. "It's a date," she agreed.

As you walked back to your room, your hand still tingling from the high-five, you couldn't help but feel that the night had turned out perfectly after all.