Harper's POV:
I sat on the ledge, my legs dangling as I admired the sun gently dipping below the horizon. Ona had kindly offered to go get us dinner from the nearby food truck.
The wind whipped and my blonde hair became tousled. I smoothed it down and scooted back on the ledge. I didn't want to fall into the bushy ravine that was below me. Not when everything was going so perfectly.
It was then that I noticed Ona had left her bag and phone on the ledge next to me, precariously close to the edge.
With the wind picking up, I decided it best to sling her bag over my shoulder and reach for her phone. As I reached for it, the screen lit up with a buzz. I couldn't help but glance down at the text. They were in Spanish, so I couldn't understand. But my eyes were transfixed on her wallpaper. An imagine of a football pitch and the Spanish National Team hugging and jumping on each other after a goal. My heart skipped a beat. Why did she have that as her wallpaper? Was she a fan? Or was there things I didn't know about her? I never asked what she did for work. Photographer? On the media team? Or for gods sake, a player??
My questions were answered when an english text send from "Keira Walsh" flashed onto the screen.
"Why'd you skip training today? You never skip."
My eyes widened.
A second text flashed onto the screen from Keira. "And I know you aren't sick. You were fine yesterday."
The thing was, I knew exactly who Keira Walsh was.
My heart leaped into my throat when I felt arms on my shoulders and a kiss to my head.
"What are you looking at Harper? Is that my phone?"
I wordlessly handed her the phone.
Her cheeks turned crimson.
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It wasn't meant to happen - Ona Batlle
FanfictionHarper Lagrasse is an Aussie footballer playing for the Matildas, but currently having a year off backpacking around the world. She was only meant to spend a week in Barcelona, Spain. That was until she met Ona Batlle, star footballer for Barcelona...
