Audrey Baker has always dreamed of being in the Spurs Ladies first team, and when she does make it, she believes her work is cut out for her. But her journey to the top is filled with tears, failure, fear, and, well, love.
The next day, I went to training nice and early to get as much in as possible. London Bees were ahead and I hoped to be started. I practiced my shooting, something I knew needed work. I could see my progress since I started and it made me feel amazing. I was getting to the standard of the others and I was starting to fit in better. I'd made more friends with my teammates so I was having a better time. My stamina, we don't need to talk about.
I fell asleep on my couch as soon as I arrived home. I woke up two hours later and made myself some coffee. My house had gone cold all of a sudden and I felt all stiff. I spent a long time organising my kitchen, for some reason. I wondered what Avery was doing. I wondered why I hadn't seen her at the Emirates; maybe she wasn't interested in football. Or maybe she and Harry broke up. But then I checked my Instagram and:
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I was surprised she hadn't told me that Harry bought her a car. I scrolled past without liking. There was no point.
I did my daily stretches and weight lifting before my dinner, had a shower and went to bed. I didn't feel like doing anything else.
I didn't want to go to training, I didn't feel up to it, but I wanted to be started against London Bees more, so I went. I felt better once I got there though. All the distraction let me live my life without worrying. Of course, I told my teammates about my little date with Heungmin at Kyoto gardens. They were all super happy for me and it felt good.
The London Bees match was my starting debut and I was thrilled. I was buzzing and could barely sleep. It was at Cheshunt and we were in my favourite kit: the blue and white home kit. I literally despise the green third kit. The fans were starting to know who I was, which gave me a lot of motivation as they were cheering my name. The match was nice and easy, despite us missing Dean to her injury in the Liverpool game. I made an assist for Sarah, which she was grateful for. The end score was 2-1, with Sarah's goal, an own goal from the Bees, and a sneaky tap across the line that Morgan didn't see. We were only getting further and further away from Manchester United, the team below us in the Championship. It would be so amazing to win some silverware in my first season.
Addison invited me to go out an celebrate again- I took it that it was something they did often. I told her I definitely would. I wanted to drive myself home so I told myself not to go too far. I wore one of my favourites:
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I even put on some makeup, something I almost never do. My skin was pretty clear, so I didn't see any reason to, but I wanted to make an effort. I wanted to have the best time I could.
I arrived at the swish little nightclub at the same time that Coral did, so we went in together. This made me look less awkward. No one actually recognised us there, though it was busy. I supposed that the men couldn't do that, and the anonymity made me feel more free. I had a really good time as well. It was things like this that made me so happy to be where I was. I broke my promise to myself and indulged a little too much, as had everyone. I guess it was the atmosphere. I had four glasses of champagne and five or six tequila shots before I realised this. So I called the only number I could trust. He picked up at lightning speed and I was so relieved to hear his voice. It sounded so calm and reassuring. "Are you okay? You don't sound well." "I'm a bit tipsy, that's all." Understatement of the year. "Can you come pick me up? I can't drive." "Anything for you. Where are you?" It was past midnight so I asked him to come right away, and ten minutes later, I was stumbling outside and into his car, which he didn't get out of 'for security reasons.' Hm. "So, I don't actually know where you live-" "Can we go back to yours?" Stupid stupid stupid girl. He laughed a little, but said quietly, "I'm sure that can be arranged. But we're not-" "No, I'm drunk." "Good. You got your seatbelt on?"
