You Need Me

Moving Out

My eyes spring open and my stomach begins to burgle. Oh shit!

I do my best to tug the covers off of me and I limp to the en suite bathroom with my spare hand over my mouth.

I just manage to get to the toilet in time before the contents of last night comes spurting out from my mouth. "Shit!" I hear Trent curse and he comes running into the bathroom and  he scoops back my hair. "It's okay, baby, just let it out." He rubs circles on my back lovingly and soothing as I continue to spew the bile from my gut.

"Fuck." I breathe as it finally comes to a blissful end. Trent helps me stand up and I wash my mouth out with the water from the sink.

"Do you feel okay, Nat, because if you don't I could see if I can get the day from training..."

"I am fine, Trent, it's a natural stage of pregnancy. I can't ask you to stay home because of it, look you go to work." I grab my tooth brush and begin to brush my teeth in an attempt to get rid of the disgusting taste that seems to be permanently in my mouth.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I nod my head frantically and spit the toothpaste out. "I just need a day of rest and for you to go to work." I reach out and brush off some white fluff from his black t-shirt he is wearing; he kisses my head quickly.

"Okay, I need a shower, why don't you go back to bed and have a little snuggle. I will be in, in a moment." His lips kiss me again but this time on my nose.

I nod my head and slowly limp back to the warmness of the messy bed. I very carefully slide back under the still warm covers and get my phone from the bedside table.

Another yawn comes from me and I rub my eyes as I go onto Instagram and see that I have been tagged in a post.

It's a post from a tabloid.

Natalie Henderson Crashes Her Car!

The young girl of twenty was involved in a freak accident in her rally car, a Porsche 959. Those of you who don't know the talented rally racer, she is one of the best female drivers in the world and anyone who is up against her in a race is almost bound to lose. This year she one the Rome Rally title winning whopping fifty grand from the competition.

Henderson was driving her car when it was said that she misjudged a bump in the road causing her to come off the track and flip over more than two times. The driver, who is the sister of the famous footballer Jordan Henderson and is supposedly dating Trent Alexander-Arnold who is one of her brother's teammates, managed to get a lucky escape from death. Her injuries aren't life threatening but she is said to have broken her leg and snapped her collarbone as seen on Alexander-Arnold's Instagram story (see below).

Henderson is said to make a full recovery and her manager is hoping to see her back on the road very soon and winning the big titles once again.

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To be honest, I am not that surprised that the press have pointed their fucking noses into what happened. I have had it almost since my brother became well-known throughout the football industry. Every time I won a race I would be in the tabloids as they try to get a story on almost anything.

Now that I am also dating Trent it ain't helping with the attention I get from the paparazzi. I shake my head and go off of the article to go onto a new post for my profile.

My broken leg moves to go on top of the duvet and I take a couple of photos of it before deciding which angle to post.

I write a caption that says: For those of you who don't know already, yes I have been involved in a car crash at my home track. Yes I am fine and luckily managed to escape with a broken leg and now have a metal rod for a left collarbone. I don't know when I will be back to my job but I am hoping that it will be as soon as possible, thank you to my big brother, boyfriend, and best friend for helping me get through this and thank to those who have been giving me support throughout. I just wanted to say this, thanks. Nat xx.

I post this, disable the comments and put my phone on silent so that it won't be pinging every second from the likes the post gets. I stick the post to my story as well and I have found that when I put out an explanation prevents the tabloids from posting out fake news about anything about me.

I blank my phone screen and place it back onto the bedside table with yet another flipping yawn.

This baby is already tiring me out so much, I cannot imagine how exhausted I am going to be when it is born into this world and waking me and Trent up every night.

The covers I pull up to my chin and I roll over slowly onto my side closing my eyes as I listen to the running water from the shower. I drift off into a weak sleep.

* * *

"Natalie, how many times do I have to tell you, can you bloody stop lifting heavy things." Trent takes the box from me and places it into the boot of his car.

"It ain't heavy, it is literally only my photo books and frames. Plus how can it be heavy if I can carry it with just one hand?" I raise my eyebrows at my boyfriend knowing full well that he is being overly protective which is annoying me. He ignores me and follows me back to the apartment to collect more boxes clearly annoyed with the fact that I somewhat outwitted him with my logic.

Jordan passes me and the corners of his lips lift up slightly in a sort of smile. Trent managed to get him to come today but I know that it took some persuasion to do so. "Honestly, I dunno what is up with him but he needs to fix his attitude soon because people are beginning to question it at the club." Trent mumbles in my ear and I look back at my brother.

"He's just worried that he might lose me to you or something, I dunno, I just need to talk to him to see where his head is at. Ya know, it can't be easy for him knowing that I am having his best mate's baby." I look at him and he looks back with his brown eyes that are always for of purity. He just nods as we go into my apartment and gets the second to last box.

I go to grab the last one but Kyle comes in and stops me. "No, it's okay, Nat, I have got it." I move aside and hold my hand up in defence as my best friend pucks up the last box.

"Right, Natalie Henderson, you have officially moved out." Trent kisses my cheeks and I follow him out of the door. I stop and lock it before we head down the hall to the three cars full of my luggage.

Now all that is left to do is officially move in with my boyfriend.

Me and Trent travel in his car and he drives carefully towards his house with Kyle and Jordan trailing behind us in their own cars. "Babe?" Trent calls and I look at him.

"What's up?" I question wondering why he wants me.

"Well, the club are having a dinner on Sunday and I was wondering if you would like to be my plus one?" He looks at me for a split second before concentrating back on the road.

"Only if you want me to." I pick off something from the velcro strap from my boot for my leg and then look back at up at Trent. He takes a right turn at the lights and we are now only a couple of minutes away from his house.

"Of course I want you to be, I don't think I could imagine any other person to come with me." His hand places itself into my upper thigh.

"Yay." I hold his hand within my own and happiness and a wave of warmth spreads throughout me.

Feeling like the luckiest girl in the world to, like I am on top of the world.

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Hiya peeps,

Hope you enjoyed and we are for an interesting chapter next :).

See you next week,

Daisy xx