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Taylor got off the black car with discretion, but not enough to go unnoticed. A murmur spread among the crowd around the entrance of Wembley Stadium, and in a few seconds, camera, flashes, and phone screens directed towards her multiplied.
She was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, and she walked confidently. Her presence was magnetic and drew attention, as always.
Security guards cleared the way for her while she greeted something with a smile. She was there for a special reason, and it didn’t matter if she would’ve appeared on some gossip site the next day. This moment wasn’t about her, but the girl she loved.
When she reached the VIP section, Taylor took off her glasses. Her seat was surrounded by other people wearing the number 13 jersey, your number.
She then adjusted on her chair, reaching for her phone in her purse to send a quick message.
Taylor
good luck baby <3
you
tysm my love <33
Taylor
you know i love you and soccer so you're lucky this isn't the world cup or i'd be cheering for team USA
you
girl
bye
Taylor
oops i mean football
you
i'd never fault you for being patriotic
i bleed red and white sooo
Taylor
yeah yeah
it's lucky i love the hottest lioness
you
omg tay shush i'm blushing in the locker room
Taylor put away her phone, ands she smiled to herself. As the teams started to enter the field for warm-up, the crowd’s noise grew in intensity.
Sat next to Taylor, was your family, everybody with the number 13 on their backs. Everybody couldn’t help but to feel nervous. This wasn’t just any game. It was the game.
The referee blew his whistle, the crowd rumbled, and you were ready. You were so ready.
The first half didn’t exactly go well: your team was struggling to keep possession of the ball, the other team scored a goal, and one of your teammates even got a red card.
Once it was finished, you grumpily went to speak with your other teammates in the locker room.
You were doing so bad, you didn’t want to disappoint your fans, your family, but especially Taylor.
15 minutes passed and it was time to go back to the field.
Unexpectedly, you made a comeback in the second half. Your team had scored one goal and you also saved one. Everything was perfect, but the game ended with a tie. And so you went to penalties. The time came for the last one, and it was your turn.
The stadium lowered its volume, and you took a deep breath in.
You kicked the ball. It went in. You did it. You were the champions.
You were the champions!
As the final whistle blew, the stadium erupted in cheers. Taylor’s heart raced as she pushed through the crowd, her eyes locked onto you. The moment she reached the field, the chaos of the match faded away. The players were celebrating all around, but Taylor only had eyes for you.
With a huge grin on her face, she ran to you, wrapping her arms around you tightly.
“You did it!”
“I can’t believe we won!” you exclaimed, pulling back slightly to look into Taylor’s eyes. The pride was evident on your face as you both shared the moment, laughing and crying at the same time, completely lost in your own world amidst the jubilant chaos around you.
As you celebrated, Taylor noticed your teammates joining in, clapping you on the back and welcoming you into the joyous scene. It was a moment of pure bliss, a celebration of love and victory.
"Wait, I wanna introduce you to someone" you said and turned around, waving for your teammate.
You beamed with pride. “This is my girlfriend, Taylor. Taylor, this is Beth Mead, one of the best players on the team!”
Taylor smiled warmly, extending her hand. “Nice to meet you! Congrats on the win!”
With laughter and joy surrounding you, the three of you celebrated together, caught up in the magic of the moment. Suddenly, Taylor pulled you in close, looking into your eyes with that spark that made your heart race.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she said, still beaming. “You were amazing out there!”
You laughed, still buzzing from the win. “I was so nervous... I thought I was gonna mess it up. But then I saw you in the stands.”
Taylor’s smile widened, and she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You never disappoint, you know that? You’re a champion now!”
You felt your cheeks flush at her words. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.”
“Right?” she grinned, leaning in closer. “And it’s only going to get better. I want to celebrate with you. How about we go out, just the two of us?”
“Sounds perfect,” you replied, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “Just us, away from all the craziness?”
“Absolutely! But first, let me do something.” Taylor glanced around, then grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the crowd just a little. “I want to tell you how much you mean to me,” she said, her voice soft and sincere. “You’re not just my girlfriend; you’re my inspiration. Watching you play today, knowing how hard you fought… it made me fall even more in love with you.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at her words. “Taylor, you’re going to make me cry!”
“Good tears, I hope,” she laughed lightly. “But seriously, I’m so proud of you. And I’m glad to be here for this moment, celebrating not just your win but everything you are.”
With that, you connected your lips into a soft kiss. “I love you, Taylor,” you whispered, feeling every bit of emotion surge within you.
“I love you too."