summary: you tell the team you are transferring to barcelona meaning you have to tell a certain someone too.
warnings: angst
words: 1952
a/n: bit of a shorter fic, but i feel as if there could be a possible part three and i must say i am shocking at writing summaries
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You sighed as the call with your manager finally ended. Trying to gather your thoughts you put your phone back in your pocket and walked back into your apartment where you were met with Leah pacing around the living room.
"Hey." You smiled, albeit it was a sad one.
"I'm so sorry." Leah rushed out. "I didn't know you'd be back and-"
"It's fine, I promise." You said as you walked over to Leah and gently placed your hands on the tops of her arms, trying to get her to calm down.
"I'm sorry." Leah whispered.
"You've got nothing to be sorry about."
"Hey, y/l/n." Jordan said as she walked into the living room.
"Jords." You nodded, letting go of Leah.
"About what just happened."
"It's fine." You said. "I'm sorry I interrupted you two."
"Y/n-" Leah started.
"So.. how long have the two of you been together?" You asked as you sat down on a chair whilst Leah and Jordan sat on the sofa.
"A couple of weeks." Jordan said.
"I was going to tell you but-" Leah said.
"Leah, calm down." You chuckled. "I'm not mad or anything like that."
"Promise."
"Yeah." You said, grimacing in your mind slightly, knowing you've just lied to her. "Well, how did this start?"
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A few weeks went by and everyone could tell the difference in your attitude and how you carried yourself in general.
You had many calls with Ben and Jonas along with the owner of Barcelona. No one knew of your transfer and you wanted to keep it that way.
