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You enter your home to already find a familiar pair of shoes standing in the hallway, your mood instantly shifts to a happier state. “You’re here!” Rushing into your living room to give your best friend a hug. She had used the spare key to surprise you from coming back during your appointment at the club.

Kyra had been in Australia for international break. You were supposed to also go on international break with England, but a minor muscle injury had kept you home this time around.

“Here with all the snacks for a movie night.” She said proudly looking down at the collection of snacks she had gathered, including a few of your favourites she brought back from Australia. “You are the best.” You say as you rip open one of the bags, “See, now this is why I need you in my life.”

Kyra chuckles, “Damn, and here I thought you loved me.” You freeze for a second before snapping back to reality and tossing the bag her way. “Yes, you and your snack sharing.” 

After a quick catch up, you started the movie on Netflix. But the moment Kyra let her head fall onto your shoulder, you stopped paying attention to the movie. If someone were to ask you what happened during it, you had no clue. Kyra fell asleep on your shoulder and you didn’t dare to move.

You let your mind drift to earlier. And here I thought you loved me. If only she knew. She knew you loved her, but definitely not the extent in which you did. You loved her as a friend since, but for a while now you’ve loved her as more, but telling her was not an option. Not only was she your best friend, but she had called you her sister so many times, nothing was ever going to happen. She did not see you the way you saw her, and that was okay. It was just taking longer to get over her than you cared to admit.

The next day you plop down on Steph and Beth’s sofa, “I thought you said this crush would be over soon.” You say with a deep sigh. “Not working out how you imagined?” You roll your eyes at Beth’s question like it wasn’t already obvious it wasn’t working out the way you wanted. “No, she fell asleep on my shoulder, and I kinda just froze and my mind wandered to all the things that I love about her.” 

Steph and Beth share a look before Steph gets up to make a cup of tea. “Oh kid, you’re in deep.” Beth says as she sits down with you. “Listen, there are two ways this can go. Either you tell her how you feel and see where that takes you, or you get over your crush and move on.” 

You sink fully back into the couch, “I know she will never feel the same way, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling her that I feel this way towards her. I will have to get over her eventually, right?” Your fellow Lioness smiles sympathetically, “Yeah.”

The rest of the week is mostly focussed on training for the team. During international break you had stayed at the club, and worked towards being fit again. Luckily it wasn’t a major injury, and you were already able to join the girls out for training with all of them back.

Back in the locker room you overheard Alessia teasing Kyra, you tried to focus on the conversation that was held on the other side of the space, and then when you heard what the teasing was about, your heart broke a little. Kyra was going on a date tonight. You quickly packed your stuff and excused yourself, leaving the training ground as soon as you could.

The next week you mostly just saw Kyra at training, making yourself busy outside of football, so you had excuses to stay away for a bit. But even at training you couldn’t really escape the topic. Some of the girls asked Kyra how her date went, and teased her when her cheeks flushed red after saying the date went amazing. 

Beth nudged your shoulder, “You alright?” She looks over to Kyra short enough for you to know what she’s referring to. “Yeah, I’m okay. It sucks, but it’s not like I thought I had a chance anyways.” Even after saying you were fine, you noticed Beth was keeping an eye on you during the rest of the training session.

Since you didn’t want to lose your friendship with Kyra, but only your crush, you still went to her apartment for your weekly movie night. You took the key to her apartment out of your pocket and opened the door like usual before entering the apartment. What you saw there made you freeze and drop the keys to the floor.

Kyra was sitting on the couch making out with a girl, presumably the one she went on a date with. Both their heads shoot your way, as you quickly pick up the keys and speed walk back to the door, as you apologise under your breath. 

You’re out of the door before Kyra can even reach you. In your car just as fast and out of the street faster than you have ever driven. You keep driving until you arrive at Beth’s and Steph’s again. It didn’t feel like you had driven that far, but your mind had taken you here, and it might be exactly what you needed.

After getting out of the car, you ring their doorbell, and hear the dogs barking on the other side. You were absentmindedly staring at the door, not even realising Steph had opened it until she clapped her hands in front of your face. “Everything alright?” She asks you as she pulls you into the home, not wanting the dogs to get out.

The answer to her question was simply letting your tears run freely. You tell her what happened. “And I know it’s unfair to her, but still it feels the same as heartbreak.” Steph wraps her arms around you, “I know it does, and it’s allowed to hurt.”

Both Myle and Calvin seemed to know something was up. Myle crawled onto your lap, and Calvin laid down at your feet, both wanting to bring you some comfort. 

Your phone buzzed a couple times, all messages from Kyra asking if you were okay since you ran out so quickly. You quickly message her back saying you were sorry for interrupting, before turning your notifications off and closing your phone. She did nothing wrong, you were just going to have to deal with this. Maybe walking in on them would be the best way to get over Kyra.

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Arsenal. Players adorned in red and white as they fight for their club on the pitch. Massive players with even more massive opportunities for one's career. A dream for kids, such as you, growing up far away from London.

The first time you ever saw a game of football, it was an Arsenal men's game, and you were in awe. The minute it was over, you ran to the nearest shop and spent all your allowance on a ball and a goal for the backyard. You spent every day of your youth practicing on your own when you could.

Your town was small, the kind of small where everyone knew everyone, so there wasn't a coach that could get you to the level you wanted to be. But soon enough, as if it was fate, you got a letter from a coach in a nearby town saying he had seen your talent, and wanted you to join his club team.

As you grew, you realized just how important football was to you. It was like your anchor. It introduced you to some of your closest friends and even got you to the national team, which was amazing in itself. But the best thing football brought you out of everything was your girlfriend.

Your club traveled to tournaments, of course, but being able to represent your country brought you to an important match in Australia. Even though your team lost, your heart didn't. You got a message from Kyra later that night in the hotel, and you snuck out to meet her. That was when you realized that she was one of the kindest people you'd ever met.

No matter how late or how early it was, the two of you made time to message and talk. And even when she moved to Arsenal, the two of you still made the relationship work. It wasn't hard to be in a long-distance relationship; if anything, it was easier. It was easy to be close to one another, but still be able to give space when it was needed.

Training in the winter was always the hardest; the ground got frozen, and snow was constantly falling. But it always made the pitch look almost ethereal. "Y/n, could you come to my office?" Oh right. You were still at practice, and the voice of your manager brought you out of your thoughts. "Of course."

"Did you need to talk with me about something?" Your nerves were taking over as you sat in a chair across from the older woman.

"Yes, actually, nothing bad though." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. "We finally got an answer from Arsenal, and they want to sign you."

"Oh my gosh, you're serious?"

"Of course, you're a great player, Y/n, and I don't doubt you'll do great things."

"Thank you so much, Anna. I'll miss you and the girls, but thank you."

You couldn't believe it. Arsenal wanted to sign you.

The second you got home from training, you greeted your cats, Prince and Artemis, and Facetimed your girlfriend. You knew she still had training, but she had been waiting for the answer as much as you. "Hi, my love. Guess who is officially a Gunner?"

"Oh my gosh? Y/n! When did you get the news?"

"Just earlier, Anna told me I have a flight next week, and then I'll officially be in London for good."

The smile alone on Kyra's face made it all worth it. She always knew the right things to say or do to make you feel good about yourself and happy with how things were going, even if you weren't. "I'll see you next week, Ky, and I can't wait."

And with that, your night was filled with laughter from your teammates and small celebrations. Your nerves were underneath everything. What if you failed? What if you didn't live up to what the fans thought you would be? What if your new teammates hated who you were? Or even worse, that you were with their precious number 32.

But with a few glasses of surprisingly bubbly champagne, your thoughts were subdued, and you got to dance the night away.

Exactly a week later from the day your signing got announced on social media, you were flying out of Iceland with two carriers and a dream to fulfill. It was a no-brainer that you would be set to move in with Kyra; it just made sense.

You'd already gotten help from a few of your older teammates to get your stuff packed up in proper boxes. They even went as far as to help you ship it all and track it all the way to London. Even though there was no way you wouldn't miss the people you shared a pitch with for years, it was exciting to be given a new opportunity.

The flight wasn't horrible, but you got sat next to an old lady who was sweet enough when she was awake, but the minute she shut her eyes, she was snoring on your shoulder. But it was still all worth it.

You would recognize your girlfriend anywhere. Her brown hair, which was more blonde now that you convinced her to get the highlights she was debating on. She had her head down in her phone by your terminal, and it always made you smile how oblivious she could be to the surrounding world.

"Hi elskann mín."

The girl running into your arms made you lose your breath a bit, but you wrapped your arms around the girl. "I'm happy to be back with you, elskann." You took in the feeling of your girlfriend in your arms before picking up your bags and following you to her car.

She took the familiar route to her flat, and it was nice. After the long flight, it was nice to just watch the streets of London pass by. As Kyra pulled into the driveway, you let out a deep sigh. It was almost a surreal feeling that you and Kyra would finally be living together after all the years of staying together for short weeks at a time.

"Are you coming? I made dinner before I left to get you." You laughed to yourself as you walked up the stairs to the cozy-lit room. Since the day the two of you went on your first date, Kyra hadn't been able to cook. You knew she got takeout and plated it just for you, but it was just as special as a home-cooked meal.

"This is perfect, Ky, thank you." You leaned over the table to kiss her cheek and picked up your glass of water for a sip.

"It was the least I could do, especially with your big day tomorrow. Are you sure you want to go in that soon?"

You weren't. You really weren't. After a long-haul day of travelling, all you wanted to do was lie on the couch for a week while getting settled in. But you would rather go into the training center and train than sit alone with your thoughts.

"Of course, don't worry, elskann mín. I've got everything under control." It wasn't a lie; it was just a bit of a fib, well worth your time to see Kyra's face relax.

The two of you finished your dinner and put on a movie on the television in what was Kyra's and your room. She wanted to help you unpack, but you insisted that she get herself ready for bed. You didn't want to be the reason she stayed up even later than it already was.

You strained your ear to hear the shower turn on in the other room. The suitcases sat splayed around you with clothes lying on the floor as well. The sweatshirt Kyra gave you in the car was pulled in between your fingers, and you could feel the soft fabric. It made you emotional, for some reason, and you could feel a hot tear fall down your cheek.

Everything was so unfamiliar to you, even her house. Something about the slight changes in all the decorations and pictures on the fridge made you feel as if you'd forgotten how Kyra was. You knew you didn't. You would never allow yourself to forget the little things about her.

The door suddenly clicked open, and you quickly brought your hand to your face to wipe the wetness that had gathered. "Can I shower now?" The brunette nodded at you as you grabbed your things and kissed her on the cheek.

You were normally the type of person to take a quick shower, not wanting to be one to take upwards of forty minutes like your girlfriend. But the warmth of the water running down your back was comforting and made your shoulders finally relax. The smell of apple soap enveloped with the steam around you as you got out of the shower and changed your clothes.

As you walked back into the bedroom, the lights were dimly lit, aside from a lamp next to your girlfriend, and the clothes that were once strewn were gone.

"I hope you don't mind that I put your stuff away. I didn't want you to be stressed about it."

"Thank you, Kyra." You spoke softly as you set your phone aside and moved yourself underneath the covers, immediately wrapping your arms around the shorter Australian. You were going to talk more, but the sound of soft snoring made you smile to yourself. Your fingers carded through her hair as you watched her contented face.

Hours passed, and you were still in the same position, except you were now staring at the wall ahead of you. Between your heart pounding in your ears and your thoughts racing, your mind couldn't calm down enough for you to sleep.

You decided to slip out of the covers and shut the door as silently as you could behind you. The warm cup sat in between your hands while you dropped the tea bag in and moved it around. You didn't dare turn on any lights, even if Kyra was a deep sleeper, but the light from the moon was just enough to see.

The only sound that filled your ears was the slow sipping from the mug. Eventually, the cup was empty, and you had no choice but to sulk back up the stairs and back underneath the covers. Kyra stirred, wrapping her arms back around your waist. "What were you doing?"

"Nothing, my love. Just had to grab something." She nodded into your chest, and you could feel her breathing even out again. Eventually, you fell asleep to the constant motion of rubbing your fingers up and down Kyra's arm.

You awoke the next morning to the smell of coffee filling your nostrils and the sound of faint singing from the kitchen downstairs. "Góðan daginn, elskann mín." She jumped a bit from your voice, but quickly relaxed into your arms and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You rested your forehead atop Kyra's head and let her finish flipping the omelettes in the pan.

If there was one thing about you, it was that you weren't a morning person. But if you smelled coffee and food, you were there. And whenever Kyra cooked, you just sat behind her and did the bare minimum; usually, the chopping of the vegetables or occasionally stirring what was on the stove. "Babe, you can't fall asleep here. Pancakes are done."

You brought your hand to your mouth and yawned, grabbing the mugs on the island and placing them on the dining table. Breakfast was filled with small conversations and the clinking of silverware against the plates. You offered to clean the dishes while Kyra got ready, knowing full well that she took longer to get ready than you did.

30 minutes later, the two of you (more so Kyra) were finally ready. You were glad to be back in the driver's seat, even if it wasn't your car, but you'd always been the type of person to drive, not be a passenger. "Are you excited for your first day, love?"

"Of course, it's a brand new experience." Kyra turned to you with a warm smile, and you kissed her hand as you took the turn into the training center.

The grounds looked beautiful. The field was pristine and clean, with the brick walls and Arsenal logo. “Wow, you're right, Ky. It’s gorgeous.” You couldn’t help your eyes from dashing across the atmosphere in front of you. But they landed back on the tight-lipped smile Kyra had. “Is something wrong, elskann?”

“It’s just… I wanted to make sure you were still okay with hiding our relationship for the first little while.”

Her question made you laugh a little. When you’d told Kyra you were moving to Arsenal, she said she’d rather have it kept private, and you couldn’t help but agree. Of course you loved the woman, and you would tell anyone that, but it would be easier and more practical for your development for the first month.

You quickly reassured her after your laugh and kissed her hand before hopping out of the car with your bags. The Australian took her backpack from your hand and followed you into the training center. And the inside was just as gorgeous as the outside.

“Hi! You must be Y/n. I’m Lia. Kim wanted to show you around, but she had a tactical meeting, so I said I would love to.” You shook hands with the kind-looking Swiss girl, “Thanks, and I’m looking forward to seeing everything this club has to offer.”

You gave a last look back at Kyra before following Lia, immediately striking up a conversation with Lia as she led you through the halls. You got to see everything from the canteen to Winn, whom you loved already. Then she led you to the locker room, where you could already hear chatter coming from behind the walls.

"Everyone, listen up. This is our new signing, Y/n L/n. Please make her feel welcomed." You gave a wave and a small smile toward the rest of the women dressed in training gear.

Frida walked toward you, along with Stina, both of whom you had gotten close to from playing against them and trading jerseys. You spent your first minutes greeting and shaking hands with everyone, who seemed nice as could be, as you finally walked toward your cubby next to Kyra.

You couldn't help but bump your knee into hers as you tied your cleats. You followed the rest of the girls to the field before she could form a reaction. Training was different, as to be expected. Everything was bigger, in a good way. There was a bigger training pitch, a bigger squad, and even bigger game strategies.

The rest of your morning and afternoon was spent trying to get the gang of everything. You knew you were a good player, of course, but something about the way everyone was in harmony made you feel inferior. It was almost as if your heart and mind were racing too fast for the rest of your body to keep up. But you didn't let it show.

You went to lunch and laughed with your new friends. You made all the shots you took and made sure your technique was on point. You even made sure to do your usual post-practice routine to make sure Kyra wasn't suspicious. You knew how excited she was to finally be playing with you, and you weren't going to ruin it over some stupid anxiety.

You met up with the Australian in the back, where you had parked the car earlier that morning. "Are you ready to go home, my love?" She nodded toward you, and the two of you walked hand in hand toward the vehicle.

It had been almost a month since you signed for Arsenal and moved to London. Everyone was nice, of course, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you didn't fit in. You started to shape your playing style to match the red and white club, but it didn't feel like enough.

You made sure that Kyra still felt you were happy, which you were. You mean you were living with your girlfriend, which had been a dream since the two of you got together. But it was still your dream to play for a big-time club like Arsenal, so you were going to push through no matter what.

And it was finally time. Your first start, and for a game against Chelsea no less. You were confident in yourself, as you had to be, because you knew you could trust yourself with how you were going to defend your team.

You didn't sleep well the other night; all the thinking about the game and strategies kept you up. But even though you were yawning every two minutes, you insisted on taking Kyra to a cafe for her pregame coffee. "Are you excited for your first start?" The voice dragged you out of your head to the girl next to you.

"Of course, elskann mín. It's what I've been waiting for." She gave you a soft smile, and you pulled into the parking lot, hearing the sounds of the fans and photographers from inside the car. It was crazy to see just how many fans there were just waiting to get inside, compared to back home.

Even though you were way newer to the team, there were still younger girls asking for you to sing. stuff and take pictures with them. It made your heart flutter that you were impacting people even when you just moved.

You and Kyra walked hand in hand toward the away locker room, and you immediately greeted Beth as you sat down. Katie Reid sat down in front of you once you were done with your ponytail, with a hairtie of her own. "Could you braid my hair for me? Vivienne usually does it for me, but she's sick."

"Of course." You held the elastic in between your teeth and began the two small braids going into a ponytail as she sat criss-cross in front of you. As you did the last loop, you glanced toward Kyra, still brushing her bun back as if she hadn't been doing it for the past 10 minutes. "There you go, Katie, and if you don't mind, I have to help someone else with her hair."

You gave the young girl a pat on her shoulder and rose to walk over to the girl in front of the mirror. She automatically handed you her brush with a huff, and you began slicking it back for her. "I just don't understand, one minute it's smooth and the next I have all the bumps."

"Kyra, don't worry, I don't mind helping. But you do need to learn how to not spend half the time getting ready on slicking your hair." The girl gave you a funny look in the mirror as you laughed and started on the bun.

"Is everyone ready? We are going to go over tactics." The Dutch woman clapped her hands, and everyone gathered in their cubby seats to watch the whiteboard. You were barely listening to Renee speak; you were too busy going over everything in an almost simulation in your head.

You knew your position; it was the same one you had been playing in since you were 10. And you'd been told many times how the game was going to be played, tactically and roughly. But something about the amount of pressure on you was making you feel like your body was filled with cement.

As Leah and Kim joined their coach in the middle of the locker room, you couldn't help but feel your fingers going fuzzy. You rung your hands quietly in your lap and started to wiggle your toes, which were suddenly developing the same feeling. Not because you were listening, but because everyone was moving, you could tell everyone was zipping their jackets and finishing lacing their cleats.

"I'm going to go use the bathroom real quick, Beth."

"Ok, just don't take too long, we're about to go to the tunnel." You nodded at the blonde before walking yourself out the door.

You knew where you were going, but it felt as if you didn't. The fuzzy feeling had flowed from your toes to your whole body. It felt almost as if you were watching yourself from another perspective, almost like you weren't really in your own body.

Your hand lifted to your chest, and you rubbed your fingers against the jacket that suddenly felt heavy and hot. You unzipped it with shaky hands and threw it across the sink you now stood in front of. If your feet hadn't taken you to the bathroom, you wouldn't have gotten there. You were staring at yourself in the mirror, but it was like your vision had gone spiky.

The automatic sink turned on and made you jump, but you cupped your hands underneath the cold water and attempted to splash your face. But it was almost as if you were uncoordinated because the water completely missed your face.

You finally lowered your body down to the cool tile and took your knees to your chest. There was wetness forming in your fists, but the only thing you were focused on was your head stuck between your knees.

"Beth, where did Y/n go?"

"She said she was going to the bathroom, but that was 5 minutes ago."

Kyra was chatting with her mascot when she overheard the conversation. She knew you hated bathrooms that weren't your own, so you were always as fast as possible. "I can go check, I'll be real quick, Leah, promise."

Once she got the nod from her captain, she sped off to find the bathroom closest to their assigned locker room. "Y/n? Are you in here? It's just me." She quietly shouted into the entrance as she slipped into the doorway and shut it.

Kyra looked over to the sink area to see your jacket, and then heard what sounded like labored breathing. "Love, is that you? What's wrong?"

You were a sight for sore eyes, and it made her heart ache. Your once-perfect ponytail was frizzy in the front from rubbing, and there were little drops of blood she could see coming from your white-knuckled fists. Even though your head was still buried in your knees, Kyra could tell you had tears on your cheeks.

You could hear your girlfriend's voice; of course, you would recognize it anywhere. But the soothing sound of her voice couldn't combat the ringing in your ears. It almost scared you more that she was there to see you looking like this. It made you feel like a child the way you were huddled up.

"Breathe, love. Can you do that for me?" You tried, you really did, but it still felt as if someone had filled your chest with cement, and it was weighed down.

"Can I touch you, just to move your hand to my chest?" The request sounded simple, so you nodded. There was what felt like a jolt of electricity from her touch, but you knew it was Kyra, so you let it happen.

She began to take deep breaths that you could both hear and feel. It took you a few minutes in reality, but to you it felt like hours before you could feel your normal breathing pattern come back. Kyra wrapped her arms around your shoulders, even if you still were tucked into your own body. "Are you okay?"

It was a simple question, but for some reason, it still made you feel stupid, because you didn't know. You didn't know why something as simple as football made you work yourself into such a panic. You didn't fully trust your voice to not make you sound stupid, so you just shrugged your shoulders.

"Well, it looked like a panic attack. I don't think you should play tonight."

"Absolutely not, Kyra. I have to, there's no way I can let everyone down when they're counting on me for this." The pitied look she glanced at you with made you want to run out of the bathroom and just go straight to the pitch, but you didn't. You stayed focused on your breathing as Kyra got up, motioning for you to stay.

It felt as if she was gone for only a few minutes before she came back with a proud look on her face. "We're going home for the night. You shouldn't be playing after all this."

"Ky, I need to play."

"No, you don't. There are a million more games, and Renee told me I could take you home." The Australian picked your jacket up and held her hand out for you to get up with. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly got helped to your feet.

She led you back to the locker room, and the two of you changed back into the clothes you came in. Kyra walked over with a smile and alcohol wiped before taking a seat in front of you and beginning to wipe the palms of your hands. It burned, but you were glad to see the dried blood coming off your palms.

Kyra insisted on driving back to her place, and you couldn't come up with an argument. It wasn't the first time you'd had a panic attack, but they always made you feel exhausted afterward.

Normally, Kyra would insist on blasting trashy pop, but the quietness filled the car. It was a comforting feeling, though, not awkward like it could be at times. You didn't really remember the whole drive home, but the other woman grabbed the bags from the back of the car, and you followed her into the living room.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" You looked up from playing with her hair on your chest and sighed at the ceiling. "It was just stress, nothing to talk about."

"Nothing to talk about? You had a full-blown panic attack in the bathroom. I was worried, Y/n, you hurt yourself." Kyra sniffled on your chest, and it made you look down to see the tears welling in her eyes.

"Please don't cry, elskann. It's not your problem."

"But it is my problem, you're my girlfriend. Of course I'm going to worry."

"It's just stupid, I've been stressing about not being good enough and then today, about not being able to play to everyone's expectations."

The hard look on Kyra's face softened, and she pulled herself up to kiss your chin. "You should have told me, even if it's just to talk."

"I know, but it just sounds stupid."

"It's not stupid, but just talk to me from now on. Even if you don't want to, I just want to help you."

"I will, promise." You kissed her fingers as she laid back onto your chest. You resumed running your fingers through her hair, and the last thing you remembered was feeling the breathing of Kyra slowing.

"Beth, are you sure Y/n is here?"

"Yes, duh. Renee told me they left together. Must be pretty close then."

"Yeah, she never drives me home, no matter what."

"Probably because you insist on rapping Dutch out of the car windows, Vic."

After the game, that Arsenal proudly won 3-2, they collectively agreed to give you a visit. The whole team knew you wouldn't leave for no reason, so they were worried. Kim and Leah gathered almost everyone up, and they all gathered outside Kyra's door. Caitlin grabbed the key and put it into the lock, making sure to open it silently.

Everyone flooded into the living room with soft chatter that quickly silenced. "What the hell?"

You were sleeping completely soundly when you heard the clicks of someone taking pictures and soft arguments. You looked over to see the entirety of the Arsenal team standing in your living room. "Babe, what's happening?"

"BABE??" The shouts of 27 women made you and your girlfriend fully awake.

"Surprise?"

Kyra lifted herself from your chest and rubbed her eyes, which you always found cute. "Well, cat's out of the bag, I guess."

"Uh, yeah, how did you even meet?"

"International tournaments, and we've been together for years." The shocked looks and wide eyes on everyone made you hide your laughter under your breath.

"Well, I guess we'll leave the two of you to it, and we'll see you at practice tomorrow." You gave a grateful look towards Steph as she ushered your teammates back out the door. You took a glance next to you at Kyra, who looked like she was falling back asleep, sitting up.

"Let's get you to bed, elskann mín." The Australian nodded as you half-carried her upstairs to your bed. And even though everything wasn't perfect in your world, it was close enough at the moment.

Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the sunlight that’s peaking through the curtains. Grabbing your phone, seeing as it’s seven in the morning. Rubbing a hand across your face, you sit up with your back leaning against the headboard, you start to record yourself on a camera you were given.

“Hey, guys.” You whisper. “It’s currently seven o’clock and i just woke up. Vogue had asked me to show you all my morning routine. So let’s get started.”

The video cuts to you standing in your bathroom.

“Okay. As you can see, I am now in my bathroom. I gotta still talk quietly though, so hopefully you can hear me.” You grab some things and lay them out in front of you. “So, today is a pretty chill day. I’ve just finished up my tour and I am back to living that domestic life. Since I don’t have any interviews and all that jazz, I’ll just be washing my face with this CeraVe face wash.”

A song plays as you put a headband on to keep your hair off and you wash your face, making sure it suds up nicely.

“Gotta make sure you get every crevice and have it nice and bubbly. I’ve seen other videos of people washing their face, but they’re not? Like I don’t even think they used any soap.” You laugh, rinsing your face with water and wiping it with a towel.

“Okay. Now, I’ve got this moisturizer. Also CeraVe. Love this brand, not sponsored by the way. Once that sets in my skin for a bit, I use this sunscreen that I got from Trader Joe’s. It’s my favorite because it doesn’t leave your face feeling oily.”

As you’re putting your sunscreen on, you fail to notice the door of the bathroom open.

“Darling.”

Turning around, you see your girlfriend slowly shuffling her feet towards you.

“Hey, babe. Finally up are you?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m filming that thing for Vogue. Wanna introduce yourself?”

Kyra pulls out the stool she kept in the bathroom, grabbing your waist to sit you on her lap.

“Oh, yeah.” Kyra is now more awake, now aware of the camera in front of her. “Hello, Vogue. My name is Kyra Cooney-Cross.”

“This is my girlfriend and now it’s her turn to wash her face.” Kyra washes her face as you talk to the camera, getting off her lap for a little while. “She uses the same products I use because she said ‘I know best’ and she didn’t know which to buy.”

Kyra sits back down on the chair so you sit back down on her lap, a routine that the viewers could tell that’s been going on for a while with how fluid the actions were.

“And now she’s going to put whatever products she chooses on my face.”

“Very needy this one is. I usually sit on her lap a different way, but let’s keep it pg.” You put the same products you put on you on her face.”

The video cuts to you in the kitchen.

“Now, it’s time to make breakfast. Kyra isn’t allowed anywhere near the stove because of an incident that happened a while ago.”

“At least I didn’t burn the house down.” Kyra walks up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and hold you close. She was now dressed in her training kit.

“But I will be making some avocado toast with an egg for the both of us. This is all we’ve been wanting to eat for breakfast lately so I’m making it again.”

A time lapse shows you and Kyra eating with music playing.

Now back in the bedroom, with clothes all over the bed can be seen.

“Okay. Today Kyra has an open practice meaning that fans are allowed to be there while they practice. I’ve chosen to wear something comfortable so I went with some joggers and one of her jerseys. I was gonna go with a ‘Russo’ jersey but she threw a fit.”

“I did not!” The faint sound of Kyra’s voice was heard.

“She did.” You cup a hand around your mouth, whispering to the camera. “And this bucket hat to hopefully keep me incognito.” You take a step back to show your whole outfit.

The video cuts to you in the backseat of a car.

“We are now on our way to training. I will not be training but they are.” You flip the camera towards your girlfriend, Katie, and Caitlin. “Kyra doesn’t have her license and I refuse to drive on the other side of the road so we’re carpooling! Yay! Guys say ‘hi’ to the people.”

“Hi, people.” “Hey, guys.”

“Katie is the one driving us and Caitlin is the other one.”

“Wow! I’m just the other one?” Caitlin places a hand over her chest, feigned hurt by your words.

“Yup. And that’s really all for my morning routine. I’ll be doing some work on my laptop that I’m bringing and watching all these athletic people workout and make me feel bad about myself. So, yeah. Thanks for coming along this morning. Say ‘bye’ guys.”