Overworked
Chapter 91
Saturday 13th October, 2028
Maddie’s P.O.V
I got to the stadium and it was surrounded by paps. I groaned quietly to myself and jumped out of my car, keys in hand. I walked as fast as I could into the stadium pulling on my team jacket. I got in and walked straight to the changing rooms.
“Ah Maddie, nice of you to turn up,” The manager spoke as I walked in.
“I’m really sorry, I got stuck in traffic on the way,” I walked to my shirt and started getting changed into training kit.
“Don’t be late again.” She warned and I nodded pulling my jacket back on. “Today’s line up is Jacobs, Hill, Roberts, Evans, Trapp, Warner, Wood, Styles, Moon, Robinson and Quentin. With Ellie replacing Toya due to her minor injury. Bench unchanged from the last home game apart from Toya instead of Ellie so it’s just a straight swap.” The manager said and then left.
“What’s the real reason you’re late?” Holly came over.
“Honestly I got stuck in traffic.”
“Not hot sex then?” She laughed.
“Nope,” I smiled.
“If I had a husband like yours I’d be doing it all day.” She told me and walked off. I laughed shaking my head and we left the changing rooms. We got let out onto the pitch and started training. We were shooting and I missed my goal.
“Oops.” I said as it hit someone behind the goal.
“We’ve all done it.” Naomi put a hand on my shoulder and I went to the back of the line. After we had trained and warmed up we went to get into our actual kits. About 10 minutes later it was time to go on. We walked out of the tunnel and waited as the commentator read out both teams. Then we got into our positions and began playing. They kicked it towards their team to start and they ran on with it, trying to have a shot on goal when out of nowhere, Evans jumped in and kicked it away back to our half. She’s by far our best defender. If anything she should be a sub goalie. 10 minutes in however, she missed a chance to clear the ball away from them costing us a goal. The sound of disappointment filled the ground as the oppositions fans cheered. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Yes I am a striker but I should have been in defence then.
“Come on Girls! Get your head in the game!” The fans shouted encouragement from the stands. We moved back to the centre circle and kicked it towards our goal only to be kicked away by their defender.
“Bet you thought that was a done deal didn’t you pop star?” She laughed as she ran past.
“Fuck off.” I muttered and ran after the ball. I tackled it from their player and ran back with it. I went for a shot when I got inside the box and the same defender from earlier chested it away.
“You’re not gonna win, you should give up, you’re shit anyway.” She made another remark as she ran to clear the ball. She’s clearly a Fashionator. Trapp got hold of the ball on the midway line and passed to Quentin who looked around for another person to pass to. She decided on me and I caught it with my left foot and kicked it to Wood who was nearer the box. It hit a defender on the other team and they got possession instead. I heard muttering from the fans.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get moving Styles!” Someone shouted. I sighed and went for the ball again only to be pushed away by the defender who I have decided, is a bitch. As soon as I was shoved the fans started to jump up from their seats shouting abuse at the ref. I sighed again and we got a free kick which I knew wouldn’t help us at all. Trapp took the free kick and basically gave it away to the opposition. We didn’t have a particularly good game last game either. It was an away match and we drew 1-1 but we played shit. We’d be lucky to get a draw today I think. The other team took a shot at goal and resulted in a corner. The bitch came over whilst I stood in defence.
“You think you’re all that, being a pop star, fashion designer and married to Harry Styles but news flash darling, you’re nothing but a fucking slut. I bet you’ve been with countless guys that Harry doesn’t know about. I’m kinda glad that he slapped you; maybe it knocked some fucking sense into you. You’re nothing but useless scum. Get lost.” She said and then the shot was fired and she of all people got it in. I can’t wait for the half time whistle to go now. I really can’t. I’ve still got 15 minutes of this torture left. I looked over at the manager and held my hand up to my neck, signalling that I was doing shit and needed to be replaced. She nodded and talked to McDonald getting ready to swap us. Katy took her jacket off and adjusted her socks and then took the team sheet to be signed. I carried on playing until the ref blew her whistle and signalled to the fourth official.
“Substitution for California Girls, replacing number 27, Maddie Styles, is number 13, Katy McDonald.” I got a few claps as I ran off and high fived Katy.
“Pathetic bitch. Always getting her own way because she’s a fucking millionaire living the high life,” The defender from the other team said when she walked by the line, knowing I would hear.
“So what was going wrong?” The manager asked.
“I don’t know; the constant abuse from their number 6 or the fact that I couldn’t actually kick the ball, pick one.” I sighed and put my head in my hands. This was not my game. “Is it alright if I go inside?” I asked and the manager nodded.
“There isn’t much going on out here,” she replied and I nodded and walked around the pitch to the tunnel. I went inside and to the changing rooms. I checked my phone and saw a text from Harry.
From: Hubby<3
Disappointed in you Maddie. Why did you let that girl get to you? Everyone knows you asked to be taken off.
I sighed and went onto Twitter.
“@MAStyles: Congratulations to the player on the other team who is very good at swearing while abusing me :)”
Then I saw tweets from Louis and Harry.
“@Louis_Tomlinson: Watching Maddie’s game on the internet, everyone give the girl support, it’s obvious she’s having a rough day. #COCG”
“@Louis_Tomlinson: Oi, number 6, back off. I don’t even know what you’re saying but I can tell when Maddie’s saying fuck off,”
“@Harry_Styles: Disappointed that Maddie let that get to her. So many people in that ground were relying on her and she got herself taken off.”
I tweeted again.
“@MAStyles: Well I’ll be avoiding home for a while. I know I was rubbish today, don’t know what got into me. Sorry.”
I put my phone away and sat staring at my hands when the others ran in.
“What went wrong?” Poppy sat down next to me, putting a hand on my back.
“I’m shit.” I muttered and she laughed. It’s not funny?
“No you’re really not. You scored a hat trick on the first proper soccer game that you’d played in 15 years. Just remember that. Today wasn’t your day; we get that but don’t put yourself down.” She said and the manager came in.
“You girls need to sort yourselves out and get into that game. We are 2-0 down with one of our best players off. Maddie asked to be taken off so I agreed and that number 6 is a nasty girl. She can’t keep her mouth shut and says some horrible things, which Maddie experienced, but we just need to get our heads in this game now girls.” She said and left again. I sat for the rest of the game in the changing rooms staring at the floor.
After the game I went to do my post match interview.
“Well, a 3-0 defeat there Maddie, what went wrong?” The interviewer asked.
“We weren’t focused enough on the game. It just wasn’t our day today.” I told him.
“You asked to be taken off and then tweeted that you were getting abuse from a player on the other team, what was she saying?”
“She was saying that I was a slut, rubbish at this, that I think everything is going to go my way, basically, she gets too hooked on media stories.” I replied.
“Okay, well I’ll let you go now.” He said and I shook his hand and left the stadium. I got into my car and drove to the office block not ready to face home yet. I got there and no one else was there so I just went inside, turned the alarm off and sat in my office. I put my head on my desk and must have been like that for hours because when I checked my phone it was near 9pm. I left the stadium at around 6.
From: Hubby<3
You coming home tonight?
I guess I should go home now. I got up from my desk and left the block, putting the alarm on and locking the doors behind me. I got into my car and drove home. I sat in the driveway for a while and then went inside. Harry was lying on the sofa watching TV.
“You didn’t have to avoid home you know?” He said, not even turning to me.
“I needed some time to clear my head.” I told him and he nodded. That was us speaking for the night, I went upstairs, worked out for about an hour and then had a shower and went to bed. Our relationship isn’t the best you could ever have.
Maddie’s P.O.V
I got to the stadium and it was surrounded by paps. I groaned quietly to myself and jumped out of my car, keys in hand. I walked as fast as I could into the stadium pulling on my team jacket. I got in and walked straight to the changing rooms.
“Ah Maddie, nice of you to turn up,” The manager spoke as I walked in.
“I’m really sorry, I got stuck in traffic on the way,” I walked to my shirt and started getting changed into training kit.
“Don’t be late again.” She warned and I nodded pulling my jacket back on. “Today’s line up is Jacobs, Hill, Roberts, Evans, Trapp, Warner, Wood, Styles, Moon, Robinson and Quentin. With Ellie replacing Toya due to her minor injury. Bench unchanged from the last home game apart from Toya instead of Ellie so it’s just a straight swap.” The manager said and then left.
“What’s the real reason you’re late?” Holly came over.
“Honestly I got stuck in traffic.”
“Not hot sex then?” She laughed.
“Nope,” I smiled.
“If I had a husband like yours I’d be doing it all day.” She told me and walked off. I laughed shaking my head and we left the changing rooms. We got let out onto the pitch and started training. We were shooting and I missed my goal.
“Oops.” I said as it hit someone behind the goal.
“We’ve all done it.” Naomi put a hand on my shoulder and I went to the back of the line. After we had trained and warmed up we went to get into our actual kits. About 10 minutes later it was time to go on. We walked out of the tunnel and waited as the commentator read out both teams. Then we got into our positions and began playing. They kicked it towards their team to start and they ran on with it, trying to have a shot on goal when out of nowhere, Evans jumped in and kicked it away back to our half. She’s by far our best defender. If anything she should be a sub goalie. 10 minutes in however, she missed a chance to clear the ball away from them costing us a goal. The sound of disappointment filled the ground as the oppositions fans cheered. I couldn’t help but feel guilty. Yes I am a striker but I should have been in defence then.
“Come on Girls! Get your head in the game!” The fans shouted encouragement from the stands. We moved back to the centre circle and kicked it towards our goal only to be kicked away by their defender.
“Bet you thought that was a done deal didn’t you pop star?” She laughed as she ran past.
“Fuck off.” I muttered and ran after the ball. I tackled it from their player and ran back with it. I went for a shot when I got inside the box and the same defender from earlier chested it away.
“You’re not gonna win, you should give up, you’re shit anyway.” She made another remark as she ran to clear the ball. She’s clearly a Fashionator. Trapp got hold of the ball on the midway line and passed to Quentin who looked around for another person to pass to. She decided on me and I caught it with my left foot and kicked it to Wood who was nearer the box. It hit a defender on the other team and they got possession instead. I heard muttering from the fans.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get moving Styles!” Someone shouted. I sighed and went for the ball again only to be pushed away by the defender who I have decided, is a bitch. As soon as I was shoved the fans started to jump up from their seats shouting abuse at the ref. I sighed again and we got a free kick which I knew wouldn’t help us at all. Trapp took the free kick and basically gave it away to the opposition. We didn’t have a particularly good game last game either. It was an away match and we drew 1-1 but we played shit. We’d be lucky to get a draw today I think. The other team took a shot at goal and resulted in a corner. The bitch came over whilst I stood in defence.
“You think you’re all that, being a pop star, fashion designer and married to Harry Styles but news flash darling, you’re nothing but a fucking slut. I bet you’ve been with countless guys that Harry doesn’t know about. I’m kinda glad that he slapped you; maybe it knocked some fucking sense into you. You’re nothing but useless scum. Get lost.” She said and then the shot was fired and she of all people got it in. I can’t wait for the half time whistle to go now. I really can’t. I’ve still got 15 minutes of this torture left. I looked over at the manager and held my hand up to my neck, signalling that I was doing shit and needed to be replaced. She nodded and talked to McDonald getting ready to swap us. Katy took her jacket off and adjusted her socks and then took the team sheet to be signed. I carried on playing until the ref blew her whistle and signalled to the fourth official.
“Substitution for California Girls, replacing number 27, Maddie Styles, is number 13, Katy McDonald.” I got a few claps as I ran off and high fived Katy.
“Pathetic bitch. Always getting her own way because she’s a fucking millionaire living the high life,” The defender from the other team said when she walked by the line, knowing I would hear.
“So what was going wrong?” The manager asked.
“I don’t know; the constant abuse from their number 6 or the fact that I couldn’t actually kick the ball, pick one.” I sighed and put my head in my hands. This was not my game. “Is it alright if I go inside?” I asked and the manager nodded.
“There isn’t much going on out here,” she replied and I nodded and walked around the pitch to the tunnel. I went inside and to the changing rooms. I checked my phone and saw a text from Harry.
From: Hubby<3
Disappointed in you Maddie. Why did you let that girl get to you? Everyone knows you asked to be taken off.
I sighed and went onto Twitter.
“@MAStyles: Congratulations to the player on the other team who is very good at swearing while abusing me :)”
Then I saw tweets from Louis and Harry.
“@Louis_Tomlinson: Watching Maddie’s game on the internet, everyone give the girl support, it’s obvious she’s having a rough day. #COCG”
“@Louis_Tomlinson: Oi, number 6, back off. I don’t even know what you’re saying but I can tell when Maddie’s saying fuck off,”
“@Harry_Styles: Disappointed that Maddie let that get to her. So many people in that ground were relying on her and she got herself taken off.”
I tweeted again.
“@MAStyles: Well I’ll be avoiding home for a while. I know I was rubbish today, don’t know what got into me. Sorry.”
I put my phone away and sat staring at my hands when the others ran in.
“What went wrong?” Poppy sat down next to me, putting a hand on my back.
“I’m shit.” I muttered and she laughed. It’s not funny?
“No you’re really not. You scored a hat trick on the first proper soccer game that you’d played in 15 years. Just remember that. Today wasn’t your day; we get that but don’t put yourself down.” She said and the manager came in.
“You girls need to sort yourselves out and get into that game. We are 2-0 down with one of our best players off. Maddie asked to be taken off so I agreed and that number 6 is a nasty girl. She can’t keep her mouth shut and says some horrible things, which Maddie experienced, but we just need to get our heads in this game now girls.” She said and left again. I sat for the rest of the game in the changing rooms staring at the floor.
After the game I went to do my post match interview.
“Well, a 3-0 defeat there Maddie, what went wrong?” The interviewer asked.
“We weren’t focused enough on the game. It just wasn’t our day today.” I told him.
“You asked to be taken off and then tweeted that you were getting abuse from a player on the other team, what was she saying?”
“She was saying that I was a slut, rubbish at this, that I think everything is going to go my way, basically, she gets too hooked on media stories.” I replied.
“Okay, well I’ll let you go now.” He said and I shook his hand and left the stadium. I got into my car and drove to the office block not ready to face home yet. I got there and no one else was there so I just went inside, turned the alarm off and sat in my office. I put my head on my desk and must have been like that for hours because when I checked my phone it was near 9pm. I left the stadium at around 6.
From: Hubby<3
You coming home tonight?
I guess I should go home now. I got up from my desk and left the block, putting the alarm on and locking the doors behind me. I got into my car and drove home. I sat in the driveway for a while and then went inside. Harry was lying on the sofa watching TV.
“You didn’t have to avoid home you know?” He said, not even turning to me.
“I needed some time to clear my head.” I told him and he nodded. That was us speaking for the night, I went upstairs, worked out for about an hour and then had a shower and went to bed. Our relationship isn’t the best you could ever have.
Notes
I have totally confused myself with outfits and things but they're all right now... Gosh.
I have only half a chapter to write left in Overworked. The story for the tour is 'Goodbye Fashionistas' and I've got 14 chapters of that written too. I'm really looking forward to posting it.
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