blackout - Alexia Putellas

50.

now that was a week. so stressful. and wattpad still didn't fix their issue but i got this one done nevertheless. i hope it looks fine for you and is 'readable'.

also, my prediction was correct in the end. barca losing the first leg and winning the second. let's hope they'll finally be able to beat lyon in the final.

enjoy, and thank you for spending your time with the me through all 50 chapters!! ☕️✍🏼

A few days after, the blonde found herself seated in the comfortable leather of the passenger seat inside Alexia's car, her nerves palpable as the captain switched off the engine and moved to retrieve their sports bags from the trunk.

Hazel eyes held a supporting expression once the passenger door swung open, and Erin couldn't help but hesitate for a moment before accepting the warm hand offered to her.

"Am I really doing this?" the therapist breathed nervously, turning to meet her girlfriend's reassuring gaze, the midfielder's hazel eyes filled with unwavering support.

The power those eyes held.

"You're here to support me on my way to the final, Bonita. I couldn't be more grateful. It's the support I'll meed when we face Lyon in a couple of weeks ," the two time Ballon D'Or winner replied softly, her voice supportive as she helped the therapist out of the car. "Trust me, you're going to enjoy it."

"I'll try," the blonde replied, tightening her grip on Alexia's warm hand as they made their way towards the entrance, both their bags slung over the captain's strong shoulder.

"You know I haven't worn soccer boots since the injury happened."

"I know, mi niña," the midfielder replied reassuringly, briefly releasing Erin's hand to open the front door. "That's why I made sure to get you the best soccer boots available and ensured no one else would be around at this time of the day."

Entering the Barcelona training ground, the therapist felt a mix of apprehension and excitement as they headed toward the locker rooms.

The sight of soccer boots and jerseys, team pictures and trophies brought back memories, good and challenging.

But mostly, it felt intimidating.

"You got this, Erin," she whispered to herself as she settled into a cubby, noticing the number above - the same one she had worn on her back during her playing days.

Approaching slowly, the midfielder's presence was reassuring as she spoke softly. "We'll go at your pace, alright? If it ever feels too much, we can leave. Your comfort comes first."

With a gentle smile, the captain retreated to her own cubby, leaving Erin to prepare for their training session.

Settling into the blue-painted seat inside Lucy's cubby, the blonde's movements seemed deliberate as she unzipped the sports bag and retrieved her pair of brand new cleats.

Each motion felt like a step into the unknown. As she slipped into the white socks and tucked on the football boots, the therapist couldn't shake the feeling of unfamiliarity.

It was like reclaiming a part of herself that had been dormant for too long.

Straightening up, she caught Alexia's gaze, the warmth in the captain's eyes a reassuring presence, even from the other side of the room.

Already dressed in her workout clothes, hair gathered up in her usual ponytail, secured by a headband, the two time Ballon D'Or winner's presence exuded a quiet confidence.

"Why again did I agree to this?"

Rising to her feet, the brunette tucked away her sports bag, padding over with a tender smile on her lips.