I had a temper, I won't deny it but it would usually just come out on the pitch. When I got tackled, or shoved waiting for a corner to come in. But standing in the bar right now, in front of a man I had just witnessed touching one of my teammates who obviously wasn't interested in him, I could feel my anger simmering just below the surface. Waiting to explode. It didn't take long for him to push me to the edge, grabbing Leah's arm for the second time, trying to turn her around which she clearly didn't want to do by the look on her face.she was uncomfortable, anyone could see that, but he wasn't picking up the hints, choosing to ignore them instead. I knew if I reacted it would cause a scene, but standing in this crowded bar, I couldn't find it in me to care.
"Are you stupid or something" I said moving in front of him. Standing between him and Leah , my voice loud so he could hear me over the blaring music
I heard leah telling me to leave it, but I couldn't. I cared about her too much to let some guy treat her like that
His face changed, an amused smile tugging at his lips, which infuriated me more. This wasn't a joke.
"She clearly doesn't want to talk to you so why do u keep bothering her" my tone was sharp. It was clear I was pissed but he didn't seem fazed
"Do you want a drink sweetheart" he said towards Leah as he put his arm around her shoulder, completely ignoring what I had just said. It was the final straw and rage consumed me.
I only realized my fist had connected with his nose when he stumbled backwards into the bar, knocking a drink onto the floor. His face was taken over by rage and surprise, not expecting me to punch him. I felt arms trying to pull me back but I brushed them off, I was standing my ground. I want scared of him. The security guard was making his way over to us, but before he got to us I felt a sharp pain below my eye. He had returned the punch I had given him earlier, his fist connected with my cheekbone casing a throbbing sensation to take over my face instantly. The next few moments were a blur. We were both escorted out of the club, Leah following closely behind me. I tried to tell the security my reasoning but they didn't want to hear it telling me I was lucky they weren't going to call the police as I had started the altercation.
My hand was pressed firmly on my face trying to stop the blood pouring from the cut below my eyes. I looked towards the man I had hit, he looked worse off. His nose looked broken. Maybe I should've felt bad but I didn't, he deserved it. Maybe it would help him to realize he can't go around touching people who didn't want it. Especially not Leah.
I stayed silent while Leah called us a cab. I looked at her face, it was etched with concern and frustration. I knew she didn't need protecting, she could handle that herself but it was clear the man wasn't backing off and I wouldn't wait until he did something else.
The short car ride was silent, the tension palpable. My head was pounding, and I could feel my eye swelling. This would be hard to explain to rest of the girls at training tomorrow.
I didn't realize the car had stopped. Only noticing when Leah got out, i followed her. We were at her apartment which confused me. I chose not to say anything though, the way she was aggressively trying to unlock her front door told me staying quiet would be the best possible thing to do right now. I didn't want to make this worse.
She walked into her flat after successfully opening the door. I followed her into the living room
"Sit" she said harshly, pointing towards her couch as she went into the kitchen. She was angry and I could t really blame her. My actions were impulsive. She emerged a few moments later holding a wet cloth and ice.
When she started dabbing the warm cloth on my face I flinched slightly, the wound stinging with the sudden sensation. Leah mumbled a soft sorry her face filled with concern which drowned out the anger that was on it moments ago. she sat on the side of the sofa, so she could reach my face easier.
I observed her face, her features looked tense but the way her hand tentatively touched my face contrasted her appearance
"Why would you do that. It was so stupid. You could've come away much worse, you're lucky it was only a black eye, y/n. You can be so reckless sometimes" he voice soft, laced with disappointment at my actions. Her breath ticked my skin due to our close proximity.
"I'm sorry I know it was stupid but I wasn't going to let someone treat you like that. Like an object" I said my voice apologetic but firm. I didn't regret standing up for Leah but I knew how bad the situation couldn't ended up.
Her blue eyes stared into mine, it felt like she was looking into my soul and I felt myself crumbling under her gaze. Her hand gently held my cheek, her fingers caressing the skin there. I felt my body heat up. The sensation causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach. I didn't know if it was the alcohol in my system or the way the dim light was illuminating her face making her look like a goddess, but I really wanted to kiss her.
She dropped the cloth she was holding on my eye, putting it behind her on the table. Her eyes returned to mine and she moved closer to me on the sofa, our legs brushing, causing a fire to alight in my stomach at the contact.
"What you did was dangerous but it was really hot seeing you punch someone for me" she told me her tone laced with something I couldn't quite decipher.
Before I could stop myself my hands were on her waist and I was pulling her onto my lap. Her hands slid around my neck as her legs straddled either side of my body. I saw her eyes flicker to my lips and that was all the proof I needed to know she wanted this as much as I did.
I crashed my lips against her, the feeling of them drowning out any other feeling I had before this moment. We moved in sync. Our lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. The kiss progressively got more intense, her hands roaming my body until they rested either side of my face again.
Without realizing Leah's fingers grazed my eye causing me to pull away from the kiss and let out a small yelp as pain shot to my face.
"Fuck, I'm sorry are you okay" she let out, still breathless from the kiss.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" I managed to get out through ragged breaths as my fingers lightly trailed over my bruised face. The moment slipped away from us, Leah standing up and getting the ice from the side, wrapping in in a tea towel before gently placing it on my face.
We didn't mention the kiss after that. But the room was still thick with the tension it left behind. Leah got me a blanket, telling me I should just sleep on the couch as it was too late for me to go home. She threw me a pair of shorts and a t shirt before saying goodnight. I didn't want her to leave me, I wanted to sleep next to her, I wanted to be close to her but I knew that would be overstepping. Neither of us knew what this meant. Maybe it was just a drunken kiss in the heat of the moment. But I didn't want it to just be that. The way I felt kissing her would never come close to anything I had felt before or would feel again. They way her lips felt like they belonged on mine screwed with my head. I wanted to ask if she felt the same way but I didn't want this to ruin the friendship we had built up over the years, but what if she did and we let it slip away from us, scared to ruin something that could be made better by confessing how we felt. I didn't know what to think but I couldn't get her out of my head and I didn't want to.
