Woso Oneshots

Die young, Grace Clinton.

See, I don't know if feeling like this is normal, but I'm pretty sure it's not, and it's been playing on my mind a lot. So I'm doing the only thing I can think of and writing about it.

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Y/n's pov.

'You excited to see Grace, kid?' Beth asks me as we walk into camp.

'I guess.' I shrug, not really in the mood to talk.

'Well, don't sound too excited. She's only your girlfriend.' She chuckles, messing up my hair.

It's not that I'm not excited, I've just had a lot on my mind recently, and I don't know who to talk to about it. I don't even know if it's an unusual thought. Maybe everyone is like this.

'Whatever, Beth.' I sigh, playing it off as if I'm just tired.

It's definitely believable since I can't sleep for shit. The only person helping me get off to sleep is my girlfriend.

We try to see each other as much as possible but playing for rival clubs with different schedules and the media following us around everywhere. It's not easy.

'Y/n!' I hear Grace's voice sound from across the room before being engulfed in a tight hug.

I never liked hugs until Grace. To be honest, I never thought much to physical contact at all. Hated it.

'Hey darling.' I smile as convincingly as possible, returning the hug.

I've never met anyone so fond of hugs in my life. It's like she needs hugs as much as I need 50p energy. Madness.

'Guess who you're rooming with.' She says with a massive smile.

'I hope it's not Beth, she's annoying as fuck.' I groan.

'No, it's meee.' Man, I thought I was hyper, but this is a whole new level.

'Sick.' That might sound sarcastic, but it's definitely not. As long as I don't let those thoughts get in my way, I should be fine.

'Come on, let's go to our room.' She says, grabbing me by the wrist and dragging me away.

Guess I'm not saying hello to anyone else. Fine by me, they're all very nosy, so it'd be good to have more time to mentally prepare myself. Oh, and maybe have a nap.

'Beth messaged, said you need some sleep.' She tells me, sitting next to me at the foot of the bed.

'Yeah, a bit.' I shrug, I hate sleep. It's shit.

'Judging by the bags under your eyes, I'm going to say you need more than a bit.' She states softly, looking into my eyes.

'Alright, yeah, I need a lot of sleep. It's just hard when you're not there.' I admit. Fucking sleep and feelings man. Hate 'em.

'Well, I'm here now, come on. Sleep.' Bloody hell, she's good.

We get comfortable, and my head rests on her chest whilst she's watching something on TV.

I swear to god, she's a witch. How the fuck does she make want to sleep? That's like the most impossible thing ever.

Just as I'm about to fall asleep for the first time in what feels like days, someone bursts into the room, making me shoot up, ready to knock someone out.

'Oh for fuck sake Beth, I nearly got her to sleep then. Well fucking done.' Grace groans coming over to lower my fists.

'My bad, Y/n/n. Anyway, team bonding in mine and Lucy's room.' She says before quickly leaving, probably to disturb some other unsuspecting victims.