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It Was My Everything

In my life there were certain things that were constant, things that would always be around no matter what I did; football and Calum.

To me football has given me the chance to open new doors and holds potential dreams for my future, without football I would never have met Calum. Calum was the first person who spoke to me when I began playing football, as the other guys assumed I would drop out or give in, merely because I was a girl. But Calum didn't, instead he wanted me to play, to train with him and we soon became close friends, friends who shared the same dream to go to Brazil and play football.

Here I am now, training every single night after school with Calum, ensuring we both seem good enough to be accepted by the scholars who are coming in two days. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement, inside I was crumbling under pressure. Our coach has always said that I am a strong player along with Calum, that out of all the footballers we had the most drive and potential, how this was our once chance to show them what we are made of; no pressure whatsoever.

Currently we were doing ten laps around the field, I occasionally glanced to see how he was doing. How his brown hair clung to his forehead, his chocolately brown eyes squinted with determination and he remained full of drive, it was written across his face. Usually during training we would joke around and have a laugh, then afterwards go to the local diner and treat ourselves to a takeaway once a week. At that time we could unwind, laugh and not feel the pressure of school or training.

Once we had finished our laps and patted each other the coach came towards us. "Y/s/n! Hood!" I jolted as I turned around, gulping down my water and nodding to the coach. "Look, I know you've been working incredibly hard and pushing your limits. I can see it in your faces, but y/n, a quick word." He held his arm out directing me towards an open space, away from the team and specifically Cal.

"Is everything alright coach?" I ask, sounding slightly feeble due to being out of breath and nerves eating away at me intensely.

He let out a sigh and rubbed his head, this isn't a good sign. The last time he did this he yelled at a 12 year old boy calling him wimpy for not wanting to kick a ball in front of a class as he was shy, that was yesterday. "I, I see how close you two are." Motioning to Calum and he smiled brightly towards me, "And I don't want either of you to get hurt or disappointed if one of you doesn't get it. I've seen relationships suffer before." He finished and I shook my head drastically.

"Ur, we aren't. I mean, me and Cal aren't a," I struggled to find my words, looking back and forth pointing and showing how there was no connection in that way. "We are," I let out a long sigh, "We are just friends coach." I explained and coach patted my shoulder.

"I know love when I see it." He mumbled before walking back towards the group, leaving me rather confused and blushing wildly as I slowly made my way back to Calum, now looking at him in a different light.

"Everything alright there?" He asked rubbing my arm.

I found myself staring at his hand on my skin, the simple act that I am so used to now seemed alien. "Course, let's go eat. I'm starving." I suggested picking up my things and walking out with Calum, glancing to him from time to time never truly noticing how handsome he really is.

*two months later*

"Y/n!" I turned around to see Calum walking onto the field, I squealed and ran towards him, embracing him in a tight hug. "Oh I've missed this, it's been a while eh?" He laughed and released me.

"We haven't spoken in a week Cal, chill." I told him shrugging it off, Calum got together with some friends and they formed a band and the band has now taken over most of his life.