She's back ~ L. Hamilton

92. | Wimbledon

I am standing in the hall, right in front of the glass doors. All I had to do was walk through the glass doors, walk about five steps, and I'd be on the court. Standing in front of 40,000 people. And they predicted close to 800 million people watching through the cameras.

My head was faced towards the ground. I had a zip up jacket zipped up below my outfit.

Lewis was right. It was the best outfit he'd sent me yet. The skirt was made out of cards, the cards themselves were made out of fabric obviously. But the card that was repeated around the skirt was none other than the Queen. The top was just a white top.

I shook my shoulders around, jumping on my toes. I could hear the noise of the crowd coming through the walls. The buzz.

Charlie came up beside me, stopping beside me and facing the door. With none other than Darren standing behind her.

I tried to ignore them.

A plan was working.

The announcer introduced Charlie over the speakers, and without a word she pushed through the glass doors and onto the court, leaving just me and Darren alone.

"Darren" I nodded at him

"Delaney, can I speak to you a moment?"

"What are you doing right now?"

"Quick replied as ever" he said, his voice dripping in fake kindness. I didn't turn to look at him, I kept my eyes ahead of me, focused on the court. "I wanted to talk to you about your little friend, and the match"

"My friend?"

"I don't you don't have many so I don't quite know why you're confused. But that man you were with at the pub, that day we had our.....darts game"

"What about him?"

"Well, I couldn't help but noticing you two seamed rather close"

"Get to the fucking point" I spat, I could hear the commentator start my introduction

"Well, it's just. I know that him and your brother don't exactly have the best friendship. I'm also sure that you've left out the fact that you two are friends when speaking to your brother"

I ignore him.

"Well, it's just that I'd hate for your brother to find out" he spoke. His words made me stop jumping on my toes and look around at him "especially if it were to come from someone other than yourself"

"I don't know what you are talking about Darren" I mumbled before turning back to face the door

"Yes well, you wouldn't want to do anything that might cause your brother to find out about you two right" he spoke, but I shut him out. The commentator was coming to the end of my introduction "have a wonderful game Delaney"

I ignored him as he walked off.

I was here. I shook his words off. I paid no attention to them as I pushed the glass doors open.

The noise of the crowd tripled as I stepped out. It was almost deafening.

Instead of keeping my eyes down, walking to my bench and ignoring the crowd like I usually do.

I looked up, into the crowd.

I raised my hand and waved around me, smiling slightly as I did.

And then something I was not expecting happened.

People began standing up.

It began with one or two people standing up out of their seats as they continued to clap and cheer at me. But it quickly spread throughout the stadium.

The next thing I knew, the entire stadium around me was on their feet, applauding me.

I haven't realised, but I had stopped walking. My hands were gone limp by my sides as I looked around me in shock. I felt my eyes go slightly glossy.

Now, this moment right here. This is something I will never forget.

Every single person their feet, smiling, cheering, applauding. Young and old, men and women, from celebrities to the ball boys and girls, from the people in the seats I had given away, to the billionaires.

I thought of the white card that Lewis had attached to my outfit this morning. The card that was stored in the mesh pouch on the outside of my gear bag. Today, the note only had two words written across it in his handwriting.

She's back

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