Victoria Jade Greenwood, a girl born in Madrid who dreamed of working in football since she was a kid, finally gets the big opportunity to settle as an sports director. However, she has to deal with public criticism for being a girl in football. In...
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Some days later, January 5th, was time to go back to Liverpool.
We don't know anything new about that virus, except for the fact that everyone is talking about it now. And that they're calling it Covid-19. We are all just hoping it doesn't expand to more countries.
My flight leaves at 6pm this time, so I have the whole morning to pack my stuff again, and spend a bit more time with my parents.
In the suitcase, there will be one more thing than when I arrived here two weeks ago. I'm especially excited about bringing that item to Liverpool.
What's waiting for me in Liverpool though, is the transfer period. Today is actually the 5th day of it, and neither Niall nor I have done anything about it. However, I'm not worried about that, since we left it all very well prepared before leaving for the holidays.
In addition, this time, we are starting the transfer period together. Something we should've done in the summer too, but didn't. I obviously have a much better feeling about this month than I did back in July.
I've actually talked about it on the phone with Niall today. He told me he's excited for the transfer period, something he hadn't felt in ages. I'm so happy to know we both feel the same way.
He also asked me to let him know when I get on the plane, and when we land, just like on the day when I did the opposite trip.
I'm very excited about seeing him again tomorrow, at work.
When Niall and I ended our phone call, I went to the living room, to chill with my parents for a while.
"Who were you talking to?" Mom asked.
"Erm, Niall, why?" I answered.
"We didn't know you were that close." Dad smiled.
"We were talking about the transfer period, we are getting at it again tomorrow." I tried to excuse myself with a half truth, and sat on the empty sofa in the room, the one my parents weren't sitting in.
"Oh, I see." He said, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Dad, I'm serious." I told him.
"I don't usually smile as much after a phone call with 'just a coworker'." Dad said, with a little smile on his face.
"George!" Mom told him off. "She already explained it to you the other day." She chuckled.
I just nodded and smiled nervously.
"Okay, okay. I don't want to meddle in your life, I'm sorry." He gave up, but was still smiling.
"It doesn't matter. Actually, I..., I want to admit something to you both." I smiled.
"Oh, we're listening." Mom smiled, she seemed kind of excited.
She knows. They know.
"Dad is not that wrong." I smiled nervously. I also felt my cheeks turning red.
