Girls like girls | Elisa de Almeida - fanfic ♡ (english)

fifteen | i'll call you mine ♡

Second cap of the mini marathon, please read first chapter fourteen.

The sun was shining brightly, casting a few rays through the room's window, which caused Celine to wake up with a terrible headache—just like most of the French players. But it wasn't something to worry about; today was their day off after winning the match against Norway.

Holy hell, I can't stand this headache, was her first thought of the day. She checked her phone for the time and felt a wave of relief; she was still on time for breakfast. She couldn't remember how she'd made it back to her room, but silently thanked whoever got her there.

"I'll shower first," she said to her roommate, but her bed was empty and neatly made.

She must've left already. Did something happen? Why didn't she wait for me for breakfast? She always waits for me.

Assuming something must have come up, she didn't give it much thought. She grabbed her clothes and turned on the shower, thinking the hot water would do her wonders. As the steam fogged up the mirror, she wiped a part of it with her hand to see her face, which looked like it had a "hangover" tattooed on it, with dark circles and red eyes, not to mention the throbbing headache.

Seeing her hungover reflection startled her, and fragments from the previous night started coming back to her mind.

That's why Élisa didn't wait for me?!

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"I could've bet you'd wake up late today," Sakina said as she watched Élisa sit down to join her for breakfast.

"I couldn't," she simply replied, "I'm starving."

From her seat, she glanced at the buffet without much appetite.

"Hey! Where's Celine?" she asked.

Élisa ignored her friend's question and quickly stood up to serve herself breakfast.

She wasn't in the mood, nor did she have much of an appetite, and nothing on the breakfast table appealed to her. Annoyed, she just grabbed a bowl of fruit and some yogurt with granola. She then returned to her friend, hoping she wouldn't ask more about Celine.

"Since you sat down, I knew something was up," Karchaoui said. They were inseparable, and Élisa couldn't hide her emotions around her.

But Élisa couldn't say anything. She didn't even fully understand what she was feeling. The person she had fallen for had confessed her feelings—shouldn't she be happy? The defender tried to find a way to explain what she was feeling, but she couldn't stop thinking about last night.

Since you asked if I played for Switzerland at the Nations League inauguration dinner, I've liked you...

She was furious with herself for not keeping her promise. She'd ended up falling in love despite knowing their situation didn't allow it. She knew the only way to resolve this would be painful for both of them, but she had to do it.

After pondering for a few minutes, she decided to talk to her friend, but in a spot where no one could overhear.

"Élisa, no..." Karchaoui noticed her teammate's frustration with the situation.

"Why does she have to be his girlfriend?" she asked, biting her lip as if holding back tears.

Sakina wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want to sound harsh, but she needed to warn her friend about the potential dangers if this continued.

"Éli... you know you have to distance yourself, right?" she said with concern. "I don't mean it harshly—I love Celine—but this is the Nations League, and soon the Olympics. We can't risk you being unable to play. Without you, the team isn't complete."