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Matchweek Thirteen: Liverpool vs. Spurs

An update because it's the second day and I'm in a good mood after the Newcastle and United game :)

[ Mad Love by Mabel ]

Chapter Thirteen

   T R E N T

LIVERPOOL MAY HAVE LOST but I can never be sad on the 7th of October. Today I turn twenty-two and I'm finally the same age as Samara. She's only two months older than me, being born in August. But it doesn't matter because age is just a number anyways. I originally planned to spend this day with Michelle and family, but we all know what happened there. So I think it will be best if it's just Samara and I. I haven't seen her since Sunday because she's been busy and coach has us working extra hard in training after our hefty defeat. I don't think that they won't notice if I'm late to training anymore.

I really wanted to go see her last night but I know she's stressed because she has exams coming up and she still has to work. I don't want to stress her out anymore. Instead, I want to help cure her stress and I have the perfect way of doing that.

I wake up bright and early Wednesday morning, showering and getting dressed for the day. I decide not to look at my Instagram because I know that my fans will be sending me dm's for my birthday. I'll look at them later because Samara is the only important thing on my mind right now. But before I can leave, my phone rings. Marcel and Troy already me Mr texts so it can only be my parents.

"Hello." I answer.

"Hello, my baby. Happy birthday." My mum coos on the other end and I bite my lip to hold back a smile.

"Thanks mum."

"Do you have plans later? Maybe we can all go out for dinner?" She inquires and I bite down on my tongue.

I hate to disappoint my mother — she did give birth to me and all — but I really just want to spend time with Samara. Right now for me, there is nothing better than doing just that. 

"Sorry mum, but I have plans."

There is a moment of silence before she speaks. "Oh, your going to spend time with that girl. I have an idea, why don't you bring here with you and we can all go out to dinner."

I know that there is no escaping this. There is no way out because Samara is too nice of a person to refuse the invitation. On the other hand, I want my mother to meet Samara but I'm scared that she might react badly when she finds out that Samara's my therapist.

I sigh. "Let me check with her and get back to you."

"Okay, hold on for your father."

There is a minute of silence before I hear my father speak. "Happy Birthday son."

"Thanks dad."

"I know you probably want to head out and see that girl of yours, so I won't keep you too long. I love you son, and you mum loves you too."

"I love you guys too." I bid my goodbyes before I hang up.

I don't waste anymore time and immediately rush off to Samara's office. She may act all shy but I know she is like a vixen underneath. Everything about her is mesmerising. Her beautiful, thick hair and her plump lips, to her gorgeous eyes. Her laugh is the best thing about her, especially the little snort at the end. And I never thought that I would love listening to someone snore. Samara even makes snoring angelic.