Magic|Jesse Lingard

10. Please...go

So far, the road to winning the world cup is going a lot better than anyone expected.

I am currently on the sidelines with Gareth watching the boys play against Colombia. We have come so far only to be greeted with penalties.

"If Pickford doesn't save this he better be benched for the rest of his career," I mumbled

Breathe in...
Breathe out...
Right side, Now!

As if we had a telepathic connect, Pickford dove as reached his arm up, preventing the ball to enter the goal.

Everyone in the England side went nuts, Gareth was up cheering and celebrating, the boys had piled on top of each other.

I sat in shock, uncertain of how to react, then it sunk it... We're in the next round.

I jumped up and hugged Gareth as we both ran over to the boys, bringing them into tight hugs.

When I reached Jesse, he pulled me in a tight hug, refusing to let go.

"You did it" I laughed into his shoulder

"I did it for you" he whispered back.

Although we aren't officially together, Jesse and I act like we are. So when he pulled away but stayed very close, I wasn't surprised.

At that moment, I wanted to press my lips against his, but as we aren't even a couple yet (let alone out as a couple) I held myself back.

We continued celebrating whilst congratulating the other team from getting so far in the competition. Once all the pitch shenanigans were over, the boys headed to the changing rooms and I waited outside for them to be finished.

I pulled my jacket tight around me as it's quite cold in Russia. I pulled out my phone and was bombarded with dedications to the team as well as memes of the opposition.

I was so deep in thought that I hadn't noticed the boys emerge from the stadium.

"Oi! Aura" I snapped my head up to be greeted by my idiot brother.

"What do you want Marcus?"

"To go home, it's fucking freezing" he slung his arm around my shoulder and we stumbled towards the coach

"You guys did so well" I continued to gush and fuss over the boys.

Once we were all in the coach, I turned to Jesse and gave him the kiss I had to resist on the pitch.

"What was that for?" He whispered whilst pulling away slightly

"Congratulations on being in a successful football team" I grinned

I wrapped his arm around me and we continued to talk on the way back to the hotel.

Once we reached the lush building, we exited and waited outside as we were figuring out what we were going to do tonight. Everyone agreed to dinner so we started heading in so we could get ready.

We reached the lobby and were stopped by security, it was a procedure that happened to everyone especially ever since the difficult times the country had been going through.

I got through before the rest of the boys so I found a sofa to sit at and waited.

I was once again attached to my phone but was soon removed as I felt a hand on my shoulder

"Auralee?" I looked up to see a face I never wanted to see again...

Jack.

At that moment I had mini-flashbacks to when we were together.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spat, standing up quickly

"Hey, calm, I just wanted to apologize"

He took a step closer and I took one back.

"Leave me alone" I tried to walk away but he grabbed my wrist

"Come on princess, you know--"

"OI! GET OFF HER" I heard Marcus shout as he ran towards ber

"Marcus, mate. Look I'm not causing trouble, I just--"

"Fuck off, she left you for a reason"

I suddenly felt really light headed as my breathing began to pick up.

No panic attack, please.

Oh no
Oh god
Please stop

I collected myself enough to remove myself from the situation. At this point, Kyle, Dele and Jesse had joined and they were shouting and crowding around Jack.

I stumbled towards the lift when I heard Jack call my name. By the sounds of it, he tried to follow.

"Leave her man. You're twisted!" Jesse accused

I finally found an empty lift, pressed the button that leads to our floor and once it was moving, I slumped down and started crying, trying to remove the awful memories from my mind.

Why me?