Chapter 11

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Lexa tugged on my arm to pull me back to reality. I dropped the midfielders gaze and looked at Lexa wordlessly.

"Close your mouth and come on!" she pulled me over to my brother, Aaron and Steven Gerrard. Jay had joined them whilst I was gawking at Jordan Henderson.

"Stevie, this is my sister Bea and her friend Lexa. They are big fans!" Dylan explained, totally oblivious to my staring session and I smiled at the legend. Stevie shook my hand and then Lexa's. It was safe to say she was way more excited than I was!

For the next 20 minutes, I was aware that I was standing in a room full of top football players, but I was also fully aware of...him. I was in the same room as him and was conscious that he kept looking my way, I could see out the corner of my eye.

I was having mixed emotions, I'm not gonna lie. First I felt a little self-conscious that Jordan kept on looking over AND that I was in a room full of really fit men. Second, I was overwhelmed to be meeting all these amazing people (I met Kenny Dalglish for godsake!) and to be actually watching an awesome match at this breathtaking stadium was a dream come true. And lastly, I felt kind of ill. Like, as in 'holy crap, I want to faint'. No joke. I was feeling really flustered and hot. I needed air, like, now!

"Lexa," I mumbled as we all stood talking to Daniel Agger and Martin Skrtel.

She didn't seem to hear me so I tugged on the sleeve of her jacket until she turned around.

"What?!" she hissed.

"I need to go out for air. I feel sick," by this point the room was starting to spin and I literally felt like puking.

I vaguely heard Lexa reply but wasn't taking much notice as I stumbled out of the changing room while a bothersome ringing started to form in my ears. A few times I tripped over my own feet, I probably looked drunk as hell and I was also aware that people were staring a lot but I didn't care, I needed to breath!

Once out of the changing room, I made a right and found myself staggering down the stairs that led to the pitch. I sighed heavily as the cool air from outside hit my face and I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, clutching my stomach as I did so.

I slumped against the wall and tried to calm down. My vision of the remaining stairs leading up to the pitch was swimming and I felt a hot flush coming on.

I heard movement on the stairs behind me but didn't take much notice. I was gonna puke, I knew it.

Heaving myself up against the wall, I took a few steps towards the stairs. I tried not to wretch as I did but ended up collapsing in the process.

"Bea?" I heard someone say behind me. I then heard their footsteps through the irritating ringing in my ears. I closed my eyes to block out the pain.

The mystery person managed to sit me up against the wall and I felt their hand on my forehead.

"Bea? Bea, can you hear me?"

Their voice sounded muffled, but I could just make out their accent. I'd heard it before. I knew who this was. Oh god, how embarassing...

It took me a while to open my eyes. Partly because my head was throbbing with and unbearable headache and partly out of humiliation. Why did my body choose to faint and have a panic attack now, why? WHY?

"Bea? Are you ok? Can you hear me?" he said.

I plucked up the courage and slowly opened my eyes. Jordan Henderson was knelt in front of me with a concerned look on is face.

"Give me a minute..." I replied as I clutched my head. The ringing in my ears was starting to die down a little now and my vision was back to normal. All that was there now was the sickness and the headache.

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