๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ

๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐€๐’ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐„๐•๐„๐๐ˆ๐๐† of the Champions League final when ๐—”๐— ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—” ๐—–๐—›๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—ช๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—Ÿ walked up to the box to say hello to the girls,

"What are you doing up here?" ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—ž๐—ง๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—” ๐—›๐—˜๐—œ๐—ก๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—–๐—› asked curiously as she saw the girl turn to face her,

"I came to sneak away before the game," Amelia explained with a smile,

"And wanted to say hello," she added with a grin,

"Where are the rest of the girls?" The girl realised that the box was quiet,

"Here we are!" ๐—˜๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—”๐—ก๐—” ๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ก๐—”๐—ก๐——๐—˜๐—ญ waved as she walked in,

"I swear I dislike being the single one in this group," Amelia shook her head as she watched

"We can get you with Lewa," ๐—ฆ๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ง๐—Ÿ๐—”๐—ก๐—” ๐—ž๐—จ๐—ญ๐— ๐—œ๐—ก๐—” pointed out in a duh tone as she came back from the bar with a drink,

It's how she worked,

She always had a drink in her hand when the game started.

"He is divorced," the Kiwi called out in a duh tone,

"It ended like a year and a half ago," ๐—›๐—”๐—ญ๐—˜๐—Ÿ ๐— ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง๐—œ๐—ก๐—˜๐—”๐—จ pointed out as she now wanted nothing more than for her friend to put aside her differences and just make a move.

"It doesn't work as the excuse anymore," Sveta mumbled as she noticed the physio turn a shade of pink,

"It always does," Amelia shot back as she saw her watch,

"Now I need to get back downstairs," she added realising that she was meant to get to the physio's office.

"You can't hide from the truth that you need to make a move!" Tori called out knowing that Amelia was going to see the certain boy.

"Watch me!" Amelia sent the girls a salute before leaving the box,

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Amelia arrived back in the physio's office to see that the boys were now sat there waiting for her.

"Why are you all here?" Amelia asked curiously as she looked at the boys,

"Because we wanted to say hello," ๐—๐—ข๐—ฆ๐—›๐—จ๐—” ๐—ž๐—œ๐— ๐— ๐—œ๐—–๐—› spoke in a duh tone as he slid off of the table,

"All of you who aren't Robbie then get out," the physio motioned for the boys to leave,

"Why do you want just him?" ๐—•๐—˜๐—ก๐—๐—”๐— ๐—œ๐—ก ๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฉ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—— asked as he crossed his arms,

"Because I need to work on him," Amelia spoke in a duh tone as she waited for the boys to move,

"So out," she added when they all stayed put,

"But," the Frenchmen started talking but he was then cut off,

"Benji, out." The girl pointed to the door.

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Once she had gotten all of the boys out of the physio's office,

"I'm fine you know that right?" Robert crossed his arms as he waited for the girl,

"I know that but I just need to help you relieve some tension in your thigh," Amelia spoke in a stern tone as she wasn't letting him get away with not being check,

"That's hard!" The footballer groaned as the girl massaged his thigh,

"I'm barely touching you!" The physio shook her head,

"Just relax," she added as she rolled her eyes,

"But this is cold," the Polish boy mumbled,

Not only were her hands cold so was the oil that she used,

"Stop being a wuss," the Kiwi rolled her eyes as she went back to massaging his leg,

"This is why I was planning on working with rugby players," she added in a mumble,

"That hurt." Robert glared at her,

"Tough," Amelia looked up to him with a smirk,

"So you excited to play tonight?" She added wanted to change the subject.

"I mean of course," the striker nodded as he smiled,

"You came up with your celebrations for the game?" The physio asked knowing that the boy would score,

"Who said I'm going to score?" The Polish boy smirked as the girl looked like a deer in headlights.

"Me," the Kiwi explained with a smile.

"And it's you so I wouldn't be too surprised." She added with a giggle,

"I haven't thought about a celebration just yet," Robert confessed with a sigh,

"Any suggestions?" He added as he cocked his head,

"Something to the girls," the physio smiled as she thought it could be cute,

"When are you bringing them back to the grounds by the way?" She remembered that she hadn't seen them in a while,

"I guess as soon as possible then," the footballer smiled seeing how excited the girl was,

"They have been asking about you," he added seeing how her mood changed,

"Wait they have been?" The physio was taken off guard,

"Yeah, Klara calls you the pretty girl from work." The boy explained,

"Wait that's so sweet!" The Kiwi smiled as she couldn't believe it.

"Well she really did like you," Robert explained causing the girl to grin,

"I'm glad to hear that," she smiled,

"Wait what about Laura?" She added wondering about the younger girl,

"She just likes the brownies you make," the footballer explained with a smile,

"Wait you gave her the brownies I give you?" Amelia let out a scoff realising that the boy had been giving her baked goods to his kids.

"Uh," his eyes went wide as he had revealed himself.

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They have decided to celebrate winning the Champions League,

So of course they went to the night club.

"Why are you all alone here?" Amelia asked as she walked up to the bar,

"I just wanted to get away," Robert explained as he turned to the girl.

"Oh I'll leave then," the physio grabbed her drink as she prepared to get back to the dance floor,

"No you don't have to," the footballer shook his head as he grabbed the girls hand,

"I could use the company," he added with a smile,

"Really?" The Kiwi cocked her head as she sat down,

"Yeah," the Polish boy smiled,

"So how has your night been?" He added as he watched the girl pull her hair out of her bun,

It fell perfectly on her shoulder,

"It framed her face perfectly," Robert thought to himself as he smiled,

"Wait where are you going?" He asked seeing her get ready to leave again,

"I love this song!" Amelia grinned as she heard it start,

"Come on," she added as she pulled the boy off of his seat,

Soul by Lee Brice was in fact a song that the girl would listen to in order to get into her feels.

"Don't make me regret this," he groaned as he followed the girl.

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