Crash (Josh Franceschi fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

A few days later and I was finishing a decent day at work. No grumpy customers had come in today, in fact two shoppers had complimented me on my knowledge of all the CDs we stocked; what can I say, I listen to a shitload of music.

I grinned to myself as I left the store, there's nothing like a few kind words to brighten your day. A friend of mine, Belle, had texted me offering a cheap hair appointment in her studio after work. She did amazing stuff, not just hairdressing but tattoos and piercings too. I had no idea what I would get done today, but her work was so good that I couldn't pass on the offer.

'Anybody in?' I called as I walked through a seemingly empty shop. I spotted Belle down the back, finishing a customer's tattoo. She grinned when she saw me, immediately stopping what she was doing to come give me a hug.

'Hello, darling! How are you? God, I haven't seen you in ages!' Her grey eyes glimmered as she spoke. She still had her usual left ear-stretcher in and the half sleeve on her arm seemed to have gained a few more tattoos. Her ever-changing hair was now in a bright pink pixie cut, and as usual, the style suited her so damn well.

'Im pretty good actually,' I told her, taking a seat as I waited for her customer to pay for his ink. 'How's things with you?'

'Oh y'know, same old fun. Business is going great!' Belle replied, waving goodbye to the man in front of her as she gave him his receipt.

'So, what are we getting done here today?' She turned my chair to face one of the hairdressing desks, waggling her eyebrows at me in the mirror's reflection.

'I have no bloody clue,' I giggled, glancing around at the various hair-style posters. In the corner of the room there was a poster that caught my eye. 'Oh my... Do you think you could do that with my hair?' I asked in awe.

'Of course, babe,' Belle chuckled, wheeling over her equipment trolley. 'If I wasn't able to do it, I wouldn't put the picture up!'

I grinned from ear to ear. The model in the poster had long hair like mine. Her hair was about the same brown as my natural shade at the roots, but it gently faded to a sandy-blonde as it got to the tips. It was like an ombré type style, and it looked gorgeous.

I sat and watched Belle work her speedy magic with multiple different dyes she'd mixed, each one very slightly lighter than the last.

Several foils later, and in just over an hour, Belle said she was done.

I looked up from my magazine and my jaw hit the floor. My hair looked perfect.

'Thank you, thank you, thank you!' I squealed, wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug. She giggled, shaking her head.

'Anything for you, Kirsty.'

'Ahh, I seriously love you! Now how much do I owe you? I've gotta jet to Tyler's football game.'

'Twenty-five quid,' she replied, packing away her things.

'That's all?' I asked, shocked. She nodded with a little smirk on her lips, and my smile was still wide in disbelief as I handed over the money.

I caught a bus to the park, getting there just in time to sneak out back to greet the boys. Tyler did a double take when he saw me.

'Holy crap, Kirst, your new hair looks awesome,' he said as he pulled me in for a hug. I grinned, placing a kiss to his cheek.

'I think so, too. Now are you gonna go win the game for us?'

'If we're lucky we will,' his teammate, Paul calls out. 'We've not been winning latel-' he was interrupted by their coach yelling at them to get out onto the field.

'Well, I think you're going to win this one,' I said quietly. The whole team heard me, cheering at my comment as they lined up in the order they'd walk out in.

'Gotta love your Kirsty,' another one of the lads, Jason, said to Tyler, 'Always positive.'

I chuckled, giving Tyler a small wave as they made their way onto the playing field. I slipped out of the room also, finding my way to the seat Tyler had reserved for me in the front row of the stands, right by the players bench and the coach's spot.

There was almost a full house this afternoon, I could hardly see an empty seat in sight. There was a lot of support for this small, semi-pro club. Almost everyone this side of the city loved them.

Tyler was starting the game on the bench, and I could tell he was a little upset by it, but he turned and gave me a smile every now and then. As the game came into the last thirty minutes with no goals to either team, the coach finally called for Tyler to go on for Paul.

Within minutes of him being put on, Tyler was running the ball up to the goal box, speeding past the opposing players. I held my breath as he swung his leg back, his boot smacking the ball hard. It hit the back of the net in one swift motion, a loud eruption of joy coming from the supporters.

Other members of his team came running to hug him, but Tyler spun around, and headed straight for me, the smile on his face brighter than the sun. He sprinted over to me, lifting me off my feet and spinning me round and round. The crowd cheered louder as they all watched our intimate embrace, and I felt my cheeks heating up.

Out of all the times I'd come to his games, Tyler had never done this before. He'd never come over to me in front of the crowd, but today I could tell he was just so ecstatic that he hadn't thought twice about it. With all the fans and players watching, I thought I would have been more embarrassed, but I was too proud of Tyler to be even the slightest bit shy right now.

The game resumed, but ten minutes later the referee was blowing his whistle, signifying a pause. At first I was confused, all that had happened was Tyler had put his head to the ball and had been knocked onto his back. Why wasn't he just getting back up?

My breathing became uneven as I realised why the referee had paused the game.

I watched disbelievingly as the referee and a player pulled Tyler to his feet. He stayed standing for a moment before tumbling back to the ground. He was still conscious, but I could hear the anxious shouts of his teammates, calling out that he needed help.

Medics rushed on field, the crowd almost silent as Tyler was inspected. One of the medics then yelled to another man on the sideline.

'Call an ambulance! Can you call an ambulance now!'

The words were ringing through my head.

'Call an ambulance': that was what we should have done four days ago. We should've called for help instead of giving in to Tyler's request. Any of the strangers at this game could've told me that; they were all calling for a damn ambulance.

My overloaded mind walked me all the way to the edge of the pitch, ignoring the man in a suit yelling,

'Miss, you aren't supposed to be past the barriers.' I was already halfway across the grass when I turned around and glared straight at him.

'That's my fucking fiancé! Don't you tell me not to cross the fucking barrier.'

The crowd gasped at about the exact same time I did. I was way out of line with that poor guy. I don't think I'd ever been so vicious towards a person in my life. But then again, my fiancé was lying in the middle of a football field and nobody knew what the hell was wrong with him. So I sort of had an excuse to be a bit emotional.

I ran the last few metres to where Tyler lay. He was murmuring a little as the medics fussed around him. Jason came up to me, enveloping me in a hug. He was covered in sweat and his hug was terribly awkward, but it calmed me down a bit.

The ambulance arrived and the two officers came out of it with a stretcher which they lifted Tyler onto. I pushed my way through all the other people and was met with the ambulance officers' confused expressions.

'I'm coming with you,' I stated, worried that if I wasn't firm with my words then I wouldn't be taken seriously. The officers nodded slowly and I followed as they carried Tyler into the ambulance.

'Kirsty?' Tyler spoke as the vehicle sped off down the road. I could hear the worry in his voice.

'Yes, it's me, baby,' I told him, stroking over his soft golden hair.

'Kirsty I can't see.'