You Need Me

Tired, Hungry and Pregnant

It's now boxing day meaning a whole day of football. It's Liverpool against Everton today, kicking off at three o'clock, so it's gonna be a big game for the rival teams. Trent is fired up and me and Rebecca pull up to the Everton stadium which is just a mile away from our own.

Trent and Jordan are already there as they have to get there earlier for training before the match. I pull my coat tighter around me as me and Rebecca battle our way past fans into the stadium to claim our spots in the WAG section. By the time we manage to get to our seats the boys are already out warming up and Trent blows a kiss at me when he sees that I am here.

Perrie Edwards joins us and sits next to me. "Congrats on your baby by the way, you and Trent are gonna be the greatest parents in the world." She places a hand on my shoulder and I grin.

"Aww, thank you." I place one hand upon my stomach and the boys make their way back inside to get prepared for the big match ahead.

"I am absolutely freezing." Rebecca complains and the three of us clasp our coats around ourselves in an attempt to warm up.

"The matches on boxing day are the worst because it's so cold," Perrie shivers herself and I nod enthusiastically in agreement. "It'll be even worse if they lose, especially because it's Everton their rivals."

My hands tug at Trent's hat that is upon my head so it covers my ears and I finally do up the zip of my coat, which I never do because I believe it makes me look fat and I suppose it doesn't help now that my baby bump is now showing.

When the game kicks off the crowd are shouting and yelling down at the team and within the first ten minutes Van Dijk already has a yellow card for talking out Calvet-Lewin and it isn't long after that, that we get a goal taking us into the lead.

It happens slowly, Calvert-Lewin goes in for payback on Van Dijk but instead takes out someone else. Everyone is shouting and I stand up my hands going to my mouth in worry. The whistle is blown and Calvert-Lewin has his hands covering his own face with regret and shock.

Medics are called to the football pitch with haste and Calvert-Lewin gets an immediate red card. The medics have a stretcher in their hands and they carefully lift the injured football onto the stretcher the whole Liverpool fans are booing the blues as the medics quickly carry the footballer off of the pitch.

"He is gonna be alright." Rebecca puts her arm around me and I shake my head in disbelief.

"What's happened to him?"

"He's probably just gonna be a little injured, ya know how dramatic footballers are." Perrie gets me to sit back down and holds my hand.

Trent Alexander-Arnold is carried off into the tunnel and I have tears of worry in my eyes.

Half time whistles and I try to rush off towards Jordan but I quickly get stopped by a security guard. "That's my brother, I'm Natalie Henderson, I need to get to him." I tell the security man in an attempt to get to him.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you past Miss, no matter who you claim you are." He tells me but I smile when Jordan runs over.

"Nat, come. She's with me it's fine." My brother grabs my arm and takes me away from the security guard who looks grumpy from being deceived.

"Is he okay? They carried him off in a stretcher, what's wrong with him?" I clutch my brother's arm tightly with anx as we go into the tunnel. He takes me to the medic room and I don't let go of Jordan's arm as we enter. Trent is nowhere to be seen and I begin to really panic. "Jord, where is he? Where's Trent?" I tap his arm worriedly as my breathing gets heavier.