Through Her Eyes - Alexia Putellas

Chapter Nine

Banging from the kitchen awoke the hungover English athlete, as she regretted sitting up so suddenly as the actions of last night took a toll over Valerie who held a hand against her head.

The woman sat for a moment, recalling what had happened when she felt her face grow pale, remembering the arrogant captain speaking to her in the kitchen and even driving drunk Valerie home.

No matter how had she tried, Valerie couldn't help herself from gravitating towards Alexia. The thought itself making her groan.

"Ugh," The woman stood, passing by the mirror without looking—knowing that she looked as if she had been dragged out of a grave, "Alexia?" She called out, stumbling out of her room and into the hallway.

Valerie awakened when she heard the banging of pans then the smell of smoke clouding the air, "¡Mierda!" (Shit!)

"Hi Valerie..." The English athlete heard once she turned the corner, shocked by the sight of a panicked Alexia Putellas in her kitchen, "This isn't what you think, trust me."

"So it isn't my captain breaking into my apartment and cooking me breakfast?" The said woman grinned guiltily at Valerie who attempted a smile past her hungover state.

"So maybe it is," Alexia smirked, "But technically people don't invite criminals into their home."

"Huh?" Valerie was left confused at the captain's words, inching closer towards the kitchen island, staring down at the burnt food that Alexia had attempted to cook.

"I slept on the couch," Alexia then pointed over into the living room, where blankets and pillows had been set up on her white couch—showing signs of someone sleeping there, "You don't remember?"

"Of course I do!" Valerie nodded her head rapidly, busying herself with picking up the tray of burnt food and pouring it into the bin, to Alexia's relief.

"Sorry if I've overstepped..." The captain ducked her head, suddenly embarrassed by her brashness. Due to the events of the last night, Alexia and Valerie had forgotten about their ongoing feud—the gentleness between them was something new.

"It's fine Alexia, it's nice to not argue for once." As the Brit passed by the captain, Valerie wrapped her hand around the tanned woman's wrist and squeezed it innocently before letting go, unknowing to how Alexia's hand retracted to her chest in surprise.

Then, as the Catalonian realised that Valerie was reaching for her coat, confusion filled her body—had she made the woman run away from her own home?

"Where are you going?"

"I thought we could save breakfast by going to a café," Valerie smiled, sighing as she did so due to the confidence draining from her body at the sight of Alexia's widening eyes, "We still have time before training...I thought that—"

"Sounds like a plan," She smiled assuredly, until her eyes travelled down Valerie's figure and burst out laughing, the sound made the Brit jolt as she stared in confusion at the hysterical woman, "And you say you aren't my super fan."

Valerie mulled over her words and looked in the mirror, recognising the awful jersey as the one that Alexia had gifted her out of spite—it was slightly baggy and went just past her thighs.

What caught her attention the most was the large lettering in bold: ALEXIA PUTELLAS NO. 11

"Before you ask, I went in another room while you changed." Valerie instantly relaxed at her words, she felt an unknown insecurity that the captain had seen her so vulnerable—a feeling which didn't shake off until Alexia offered a reassuring smile.