"Morning, Will," Billie grinned as the young kitman made his way out of the locker room, armed with a basket of water bottles.

"Oh, hi!" He smiled, "Love the look!"

"You're a sweetheart," She replied, wrapping him in a quick hug, "I've been asked to work on a shoot with Nike next week if you want another assistant gig, the client is currently under an embargo, so it'll be a big one."

"Oh, wow, yes, I mean, that'd be...wow, I'd love to," Will stumbled awkwardly over his words, "I mean, I'll have to ask Ted."

"No you won't."

"I won't?"

"I already asked him, and it's a yes," Billie told him with a reassuring smile.

"Billie, that's-" He hugged her in delight, "Thank you so much."

"You don't need to thank me, Will," She assured him, "I had Rebecca's help to get my foot in the door, call it paying it forward."

"I better tell my mum," Will grinned before hurrying into the boot room.

Billie continued her journey towards the coaches' office, offering Trent a small nod before entering the main part of the office where Roy was standing beside the whiteboard, Ted and Beard watching on in intrigue.

"I've given this a lot of thought," Roy told the coaches as Billie took a seat on the edge of Ted's desk, "Next time we do this drill, we tie multiple guys' dicks to one guy's dick, yeah?"

"That was a one shot deal, Roy," Beard sighed, his feet propped up on the desk.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we cooked that whole bird already, Coach," Ted added in earnest, still touched by Roy's unwavering commitment to the whole invisible string theory.

"I would also prefer for my boyfriend's dick to remain in one piece, if that's okay with everyone?" Billie muttered, knowing that the next point in Roy's plan would be to put Jamie in the centre of that red string dick web.

"Of course," Ted nodded as Roy simply grumbled in mental pain, returning his attention to the whiteboard.

"So, Ted," Trent appeared in the open doorway, "This number four."

"Yes, sir," Ted nodded.

"You haven't said what it is yet," Trent continued.

"No, ma'am."

"But you know what it is?" Trent asked.

"I don't actually," Ted remarked, turning to Beard, "What about you, Coach?"

"I'm agnostic," Beard said as his eyes remained on his book.

"Roy?"

"I don't fucking know."

"Billie?"

"I just take the photos," She held her hands up in innocence.

"Number four has yet to reveal itself," Ted declared.

"There is no number four?" Trent furrowed his brow.

"Like the man once said, 'sometimes you gotta leave space to let God walk into the room," Ted replied.

"Ah, so number four is God?" Trent asked.

"Oh, no, I don't think so," Ted turned to Beard, "Coach?"

"I'm an atheist."

"Roy?"

"I fucking hope not."

"Billie?"

"I just take the photos," Billie repeated as the locker room door slammed, the three coaches, Billie and Trent peering into the locker room to assess the situation.

"Oi, man, you're ten minutes late, yeah?" Isaac joked as Sam stormed into the room, "That's gonna be a hundo, alright?"

Sam shoved straight past him, slamming his bag into his locker alcove as Billie quickly hopped off the desk, entering the locker room to get a better idea of what was unfolding. That wasn't the Sam she recognised, the young man who greeted her each morning with a warm embrace and smiled delightedly when she'd ask for updates on the restaurant.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" Isaac exclaimed as the locker room fell silent.

"I'll tell you what's wrong," Sam replied, resentment lining his voice, "The world is full of evil people who do shitty things, but I can't deal with that because I have to kick a little ball around...Which those same people love me for!"

Billie glanced at the coaches, none of whom seemed to know where to look or what to say, how could they? None of them had ever been on the receiving end of what Sam had, to be hated because of where he was from by some of the very same people who probably applauded him for the hat trick he'd scored the year before, it didn't make sense.

"That is until I fuck up or I miss a penalty, or I decide to fight back, and then they're just gonna wanna ship back wherever I fucking came from," Sam shouted.

"Samuel." A large yet calming presence took hold of the room, as Billie and the rest of the team looked towards the open door to see a man who resembled Sam in many ways except in stature.

The team watched as tears filled Sam's eyes, as he ran into the man's arms, sobbing in his embrace. Billie had seen photos of him before, she knew he was Sam's father, she knew that he cared greatly for his son and that despite the thousands of miles between them, he was beside him through everything.

And as she glanced across the room at Jamie, who's eyes had already wandered from Sam to her, she knew that the love Mr Obisanya had given his son was something that neither she nor Jamie had known. She offered Jamie a gentle smile and he promptly smiled back.

A year ago Jamie probably would've been jealous, he would've longed to have been held like that by his own father, instead of being berated in front of his team and the woman he loved in the middle of Wembley's famous locker room. He didn't have his father to cradle him like that, he had the former Champions League star who'd been a figure in the poster on the wall of his childhood bedroom.

"Big game today!" Billie smiled at Keeley and Rebecca as she wandered towards where they stood in the Diamond suite at Arsenal's Emirates Stadium.

"What brings you up here?" Rebecca asked with a smile as she embraced Billie, "You're normally down in the sweaty locker room with the boys by now."

"I was," Billie replied as she hugged Keeley, "But I had to come and see my two favourite ladies, assure them that the team have got this today."

"You think they could secure us a win at last?" Rebecca raised her eyebrows in intrigue.

"Yeah," Billie nodded hesitantly, because of course she believed in the team, she just wasn't sure whether they believed in themselves or the concept of Total Football just yet, "Anyway, how's the whole love bombing thing going?"

"Well, I got to my office yesterday morning," Keeley sighed, "And the room was filled with daisies, like everywhere."

"And that wasn't Barbara leaving you a little 'good luck for the Arsenal match' gift?" Billie replied with intrigue.

"It definitely wasn't," Keeley exhaled, "I mentioned that they were my favourite and then before you know it...bam! Hayfever central."

Billie didn't see it as a bad thing for a partner to be attentive when it came to listening to their partner's likes and dislikes and then acting on them. Jamie had done it numerous times, just the week before he'd attempted to make her a triple carrot cake because someone had made one on an episode of Bake Off the night before and she'd mentioned craving it.

There was no fault in a romantic gesture such as those, but from what Billie could see, the scale and quantity of gestures seemed to overwhelm Keeley.

"And then this morning, there was a ring in my croissant!" Keeley told the pair.

"That's not a euphemism, is it?" Billie frowned.

"No, genuinely, look!" Keeley held out her hand, displaying the ring that sat on her middle finger.

"Fuck me," Rebecca whispered.

"My sentiment exactly," Billie nodded, assuming she wouldn't see a ring of such elegance until the day Jamie might pop the question.

"At the beginning, Rupert bought me so many tulips for so long, his florist was able to buy a castle," Rebecca told the two women.

"What the fuck?" Billie whispered in disbelief.

"I mean it was in Scunthorpe, but still it was a castle," Rebecca remarked.

"Well, I'm taking Jack out tonight," Keeley informed her friends, "And if she tries to pay, then I will give her-"

"You'll give her what?" Rebecca and Billie both raised their eyebrows.

"Just the tip?" Keeley smirked as Rebecca and Billie laughed.

"Hello, everyone!" Higgins approached, joined by Mr Obisanya.

"Hello, Leslie," Rebecca grinned.

"May I present-"

"Mr Obisanya," Rebecca smiled, "Rebecca Welton, lovely to finally meet you."

"Likewise," He nodded, "Samuel has told me so much about you."

"Has he?" Rebecca gulped awkwardly.

"Yes, he has," Mr Obisanya's voice awkwardly trailed off.

"Cool," Rebecca nodded as an awkward silence fell across the group, Billie and Keeley looked at each other with concern in their eyes, unsure of how best to navigate the conversation.

"Let's go, Greyhounds!" Billie exclaimed as Keeley joined in.

"Go Richmond!"

"I'll have to love and leave you, got to check on my boys," Billie blew the group a round of kisses, "Great to see you again, Mr Obisanya."

"Your company is a delight, Billie," He nodded with a gracious smile.

There were few footballers who possessed a golden touch when it came to the beautiful game, those players were once in a lifetime talents, Bobby Moore, Johan Cruyff, Messi, the list could go on forever. Jamie Tartt was a modern talent, his skill was his own, foundations formed by the greatest blue whale that English football could offer, but it was Richmond that put his heart in the game.

Billie saw it herself as she stood on the sidelines of Arsenal's home pitch, he cared, and Richmond were struggling to make progress, still attempting to adjust to their new fluid roles in the Total Football style of play.

"Bumber! Bumber!" Jamie ran towards Bumbercatch, away from the goal as he headed for the centre of the pitch, "Shot!"

"Push, man!" Bumbercatch shouted, gesturing for him to move back towards the goal where Jamie would have the opportunity to line up for a goal, but before Jamie could reach him, he swerved, attempting to dart the ball to Colin.

Billie watched anxiously as the boys continued to play, her fingers tapping against her camera as Colin weaved the ball across the pitch, colliding with Richard who seemed unsure of Colin's intentions with the ball.

Arsenal took this as an opportunity to capitalise off of Richmond's weakness again, Saliba stole the ball away from Colin, flicking it over to Smith-Rowe who dribbled it down the pitch with ease, no signs of defensive pressure from any of Richmond's greyhounds. Wasting no time, Smith-Rowe's foot nipped the ball, burying it in the back of the net, securing himself a respectable hat trick as Arsenal led three nil.

Half time came soon enough and the Greyhounds made their return to the locker room with their tails between their legs. Billie slotted into a space on the bench beside Colin, uploading a photo of Isaac and Colin on the pitch to the team's Instagram as she attempted to conjure up a caption that would inspire more than just 'We keep pushing forward.'

"Jamie, you keep floating back, mate," Colin told him from across the locker room, "You've gotta stay up front."

"We need you to stretch the defence," Bumbercatch added.

"We need you to score a fucking goal," Isaac exclaimed as he stood up from the bench.

"That's not helping," Billie raised her eyebrows at Isaac like a disappointed parent as she slipped her laptop back into her bag, "Is it?"

"Makes you look like a prick," Isaac huffed as he returned to his seat on the bench as Jamie frowned in confusion, "For fuck's sake, what's the matter with you anyway?"

"Hey, don't take this out on Jamie," Billie warned, knowing enough to understand that all he had been doing was trying to fulfil what his coaches had taught him.

"Hey, fellas, listen up," Ted hushed the room, "I remember back in the early days of my coaching career, feeling compelled to express my individuality. As I was a straight fella in Middle America working in sports and I was scared of tattoo needles, the only real option for me to do so was through my facial hair."

Billie thought he'd look mad without a moustache, it'd throw everything off balance in her mind.

"Obviously I couldn't grow a beard, otherwise, Coach and I here would look like a ZZ Top cover band," Ted told the team.

"Would've been called 'Sharp Dressed Men,'" Roy said.

"That's nice."

"God, I hate what you've fucking done to me," Roy whispered in disbelief.

"Luckily, around that time there was this quartet of stand up comedians known as the Blue Collar Comedy Tour," Ted explained, "And along with their observational humour, fun banter and numerous catchphrases, they also possessed the four most common types of facial hair."

"Ron White, who was my favourite, he was clean shaven, that's one way to go," Ted continued, "But then you had Larry the Cable Guy, and he had himself a big old, bushy goatee."

"And Bill Engvall, he also had a goatee actually, but it was smaller and more manicured," Ted explained, "Not touching the sides here."

"Also known as a Vandyke!" Beard announced to the team.

"Thank you, Coach," Ted nodded.

"And then you had Jeff Foxworthy of course, who had a moustache, so I went ahead and rolled the dice and grew myself one of them big bushy Cable Guy goatees, and I thought I looked great," Ted smiled, "Until Coach Beard took me aside, right as I was about to walk down the aisle, and told me something I needed to hear. Remember what you said to me?"

"Your goatee makes it look like you ate out bigfoot's butthole," Beard declared.

"AKA 'ass-quatch,'" Roy muttered.

"You're on fire."

"Make it stop." Roy whispered in pain.

"Coach was right though, not a good look, not on this face," Ted sighed regretfully, "So I shaved that puppy down right into a Foxworthy and I never looked back, my point is, a lot of the time, the right idea is just sitting behind a couple of the wrong ones, yeah?"

Jamie coughed under his breath, rubbing his chin. He knew what the team needed to hear, but he also knew that it wouldn't be what they wanted to hear, hence his general hesitance to share his thoughts.

"You got something you wanna say, Jamie?" Ted asked.

"I mean, yeah, but..."

"Let us have it," Ted nodded.

"Well, I don't want people to think I'm being a prick if I say it," Jamie replied honestly.

Billie knew that he got it, she knew the team needed to understand it too, so she held up her middle finger as the fated signal, wordlessly the rest of the team followed as well as the coaches.

"Alright," Jamie nodded in approval, "Okay, well then," He stood up, "I ain't doing it wrong, you're doing it wrong."

Billie smiled with pride as the team exclaimed in disagreement, he finally saw what she saw, that he was destined to be the cog central to Richmond's success. His once cocky arrogance had flourished into confidence in his talents that he just needed reaffirming every so often.

"I mean- No, I mean, I think we're all doing it wrong," He silenced the team, "If we want this to work, you gotta stop going to me and start playing through me, you get me?"

The team stared at him with blank expressions.

Uh, look, just look," Jamie wandered towards the front of the locker room, nodding at his coaches, "Can I? Do you mind if I?"

"Yeah, of course." Ted shrugged, having faith in Jamie.

"So look, I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't be playing forward," Jamie pointed at the magnet that represented his position as a striker on the team lineup, "I should be here in the centre."

He turned to face the locker room, expecting to meet the faces of just his coaches, but instead his teammates and the woman he loved more than anything had joined them, crowding around the small whiteboard. He was stunned by their engagement, to feel maybe for a moment that he was being listened to. He wondered if perhaps they considered him a leader.

Billie did.

"I should be here," He moved himself to the centre, "Let Dani go up front, move Colin over there, Richard there, so stop going to me, right? Start going through me, alright?" He gestured between each of the magnets, "That's Total Football."

"Are you crying?" Colin whispered as he stood beside Billie.

"It's fucking hayfever." She muttered with a smile, dabbing at her waterline with the tips of her fingers.

Ted nodded in response to Jamie's declaration, glancing around the locker room, "How's that sound to y'all?"

"That could actually work," The team agreed.

"And there it is, número cuatro, sacrifice," Dani stepped forward, resting a hand on Jamie's shoulder, "Putting aside personal glory on behalf of the team."

"Oh, I like that, but that ain't number four," Ted smiled, "Let's bring it in, come on!"

"Four on three!" Isaac led the team as they all put their hands into the middle of the circle, "One, two, three-"

"FOUR!"

Fifteen minutes remained of the match, and the Greyhounds were still three nil down. Smith-Rowe attempted to crest yet another goal which was deflected by Van Damme and sent straight out to Jan Maas who passed it down the wing towards Dixon.

Billie watched as the ball made its way over to Jamie, lingering beside Ted as she gripped her camera, not daring to tempt fate by prematurely running down towards the goal. Jamie was quick to pass to Sam who then sent it straight to Colin who passed it to an open Jamie.

Jamie sent the ball straight to Isaac in midfield who passed it forward to Dani. Expecting Dani to take a chance at a goal, Arsenal pushed forward, but Dani sent his ball straight back to Jamie.

"Show 'em how it's done, golden boy," Billie whispered with a smile as Jamie sent a long ball over to Bumbercatch who sent it left to Goodman.

"It's working," Will mouthed in disbelief as Goodman kicked the ball back to Jamie in the box.

As a striker he'd be expected to take the moment of glory for himself, but with a quick back heel he passed the ball back to Richard who buried it in the back of the net.

"Holy fucking-" Billie gasped in disbelief as her brother wrapped his arms around her, lifting her off of the grass in excitement, "It fucking worked!"

"It more than fucking worked, Bils!" Roy exclaimed, "Look at him."

Billie turned towards the pitch, watching as Jamie ran back down to the centre of the pitch, the ball under his arm as he held his index finger in the air. She was quick to snap a few shots of him in action, her heart racing and her skin crawling with goosebumps as she watched him in motion.

It was all she had wanted for him since the season began, to understand his value to the team, to see that he was more than just a player who scored goals. He was their central cog, a conductor of chances, he was a team player and he was home.

"Ted!" Trent's frantic voice echoed down the corridor as Billie and the coaches trailed back towards the locker room, notably more upbeat than most teams would be after another loss, "It's going to work!"

"Great. What is?" Ted asked.

"Total football," Trent grinned in excitement.

"Okay, why?"

"And I'll tell you why," Trent's voice overlapped Ted's, "The Lasso way!"

"I like that," Billie whispered, her marketing brain ticking away into overtime.

"You haven't switched tactics in a week," Trent told the group.

"I haven't?"

"No, you've done this over three seasons!" Trent exclaimed in exaggerated whispers.

"Almost like a TV show," Billie sighed as she rested her head against her brother's shoulder.

"I have?"

"Yes," Trent nodded as though he were stating the obvious, "By slowly but surely building a club wide culture of trust and support through thousands of imperceptible moments, all leading to their inevitable conclusion...Total Football."

"Well, how about that," Ted smiled.

Trent grinned delight, "It's going to work!" He whispered before hurrying down the corridor, "Doesn't even matter what number four is!" He called out over his shoulder.

"What a fucking dork." Roy huffed.

"Yeah," Ted nodded, "But he's our dork."

When Billie and the team had heard about the devastating damage done to Sam's restaurant they knew they had to do something. Billie created a groupchat and reached out to Simi, offering their services and the boys' disposable incomes in order to restore Ola's to its former glory.

Billie looked up from the wall she'd been painting with a smile as she felt a breeze from the door, "Boys, look who's here!"

"Hey!" The team cheered in delight.

"Oh, the surprise is ruined," Dani sighed.

"What are you guys doing here?" Sam asked in disbelief.

"Well, we all just asked ourselves, 'what does this situation need?'" Jamie told him.

"And we thought your situation needed us," Jan added.

"Yeah, I got my cousin to fix your window this morning, didn't get a discount though, 'cause he's a prick," Isaac revealed as the team laughed.

"And I brought some cases of wine from my personal cellar, not the best stuff obviously, but still, very, very good," Richard added.

"I had a word with Alfie, he's going to get one of his colleagues at The Guardian to do a write up on this place when you've reopened," Billie told Sam.

"And Bumbercatch is trying to fix your sign," Colin smiled.

"Neon signs are just a bunch of illuminated, gas-discharge tubes, so I thought I'd give it a shot, screwdriver," He leant down to Tommy who was stood beside him.

"Guys, this is incredible, honestly, thank you all so very much," Sam sighed with a smile.

"We're family, Sam, it's what we do," Billie assured him as she wrapped him in a hug, "We'll always have your back, okay?"

"Thank you, Billie," Sam whispered as he held onto her, "It means the world."

"Great work, Van Damme," Simi nodded as she made her way out of the kitchen.

"Simi!" Sam quickly slipped away, leaving Billie in Jamie's company.

"Hello, you," He smiled, as he approached her, "Feel like I've barely seen you today."

"Well between documenting your success at The Emirates and documenting all of this, I've been a very busy lady," She mused as she gazed up him, "But I'm so fucking proud of you."

"I didn't score a goal though, babe," Jamie shrugged off his achievement.

"Yeah, I know, that's why I'm proud of you, everyone in that stadium knew you could have scored in that moment, but what you did today, that was more than special," Billie reminded him, resting her hands on his cheeks, "I love you so fucking much, Jamie Tartt."

"Ditto," He smirked, kissing her slowly, not caring that the room was full of their friends and teammates, "I love you more than I thought it were possible to love someone."

The sound of the team cheering pulled them out of their moment together as they looked up with loved up smiles to see the neon sign was illuminated once again.

"Oh fuck," Billie laughed as she looked back at Jamie.

"What?" He frowned.

"You've got a little something..." She gestured to his neck as he took sight of the white paint on her fingertips.

"You're lucky I love you, Billie Kent," Jamie sighed with a grin as he kissed her again, placing his hands on the base of her neck, before he promptly pulled away, "Besides, we're even now."

She glanced down at his paint stained hand before catching sight of herself in the broken mirror, "You little shit," She laughed.

Following an impressive spread of food prepared by Ola, Simi and Sam, some of the team decided that despite their loss, it was right to celebrate their success with total football. So they made their way over to a nightclub in Soho, the very same club that Billie hadn't frequented since the day she ran away from Jamie's kiss over a year ago.

As she stood at the edge of the dancefloor with some of the Richmond boys, Jamie's arm around her waist, she marvelled out how far they'd come. Over a year ago they'd been on that very same dancefloor, too scared to admit that they were playing an unspoken game of cat and mouse, and then finally they had found each other, properly.

"Colin!" Billie exclaimed as Von Dutch by Charli XCX began to play, she excitedly slipped from Jamie's embrace, knowing he wouldn't mind as she grabbed Colin's hand before looking back at Will and grabbing his hand too, weaving them both through the crowds of people.

"I'm your number one, your number one, Your number one, your number one," Billie sang as she kept her hand intertwined with Will's, treating it as his introduction to club classics as the trio jumped up and down in the centre of the dancefloor, "I'm just livin' that life Von Dutch, cult classic but I still pop!"

Colin twirled her under his arm as they continued to move to the music with enthusiasm, the rest of the team watching on in delight. It meant so much to him to see how close Billie and Colin were, he knew that if there were ever a situation where Jamie's eyes weren't on Billie, he could count on Colin to protect her.

The song came to an end and Cupid's Chokehold by Gym Class Heroes began to play. Billie glanced over at Jamie who was standing with Isaac and Jan, plastic cups of beer in their hands. It was as though Jamie felt Billie's eyes on him as his gaze flitted to her, a smirk donning his face as she gestured for him to join her with a single come hither of her index finger.

Maintaining his gaze on Billie, he handed his cup to Isaac, making his way through the dense crowd as he greeted her with a less than subtle smile.

He rested a finger under her chin as he stood in front of her, tilting her head towards his before he kissed her. She placed her hands on his shoulders as they began to move to the music, the pair mouthing the lyrics to each other.

"We even got a secret handshake and she loves the music that my band makes," Jamie sang enthusiastically as Billie stared back up at him, a wide grin on her face, "I know I'm young but if I had to choose her or the sun I'd be one nocturnal son of a gun."

Billie toyed with the hair at the back of his neck as they continued to sway along to the music, stuck in their very own bubble.

"Take a look at my girlfriend, she's the only one I got," Jamie smirked as he quickly kissed Billie again

"ba ba da da," Billie grinned as Jamie's gaze wandered up to the balcony that overlooked the dancefloor.

"Babe," Jamie's mouth hovered over her ear, "don't look, but Niall Horan from One Direction is up there."

"I doubt that very-" Billie's eyes widened as she looked up at the balcony, "Oh my fuck, he is."

Billie had become accustomed to meeting famous faces, she was pretty good at surprising any feelings of starstruckness, but as she looked up at the balcony to see one fifth of her favourite childhood boyband, it was as though she were a teenager meeting them backstage with her brother all over again.

"Come on, babe," Jamie interlocked his hand with hers, leading her out of the crowd.

"Jamie, no, I'm too drunk for this," Billie rambled as Jamie led her off of the dance floor.

"Babe, you've only had two vodkas, you're fine," Jamie assured her as he squeezed her hand, leading her up the stairs towards the bar area that overlooked the dancefloor.

"Fuck, I'm not drunk enough," Billie muttered.

"Hey," Jamie turned to her as they reached the top of the stairs, "You'll be fine, I've got you, I'll approach him, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, alright?"

"Okay," Billie nodded as they continued into the VIP area, the bouncer offering the pair a subtle nod.

Jamie led Billie towards the Irishman, who was surrounded by a few friends, none of whom Billie or Jamie recognised.

"Hey, are you Niall?" Jamie asked as he approached him, wrapping an arm around Billie's shoulder.

"Ay, that's me," He nodded, glancing between Jamie and Billie, convinced that he recognised their faces, "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Her brother's Roy Kent," Jamie told him.

"You didn't fancy leading with the fact that you're Jamie Tartt?" Billie frowned at her boyfriend.

"My ego's on a rest day, babe," Jamie told her.

"We've met before!" Niall remarked, "Your brother bought you backstage at a One Direction gig, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Billie nodded slowly.

"He told me his little sister was a massive fan when I was doing rehab on my knee at Chelsea while he was still there," Niall explained, "Kept dropping hints about getting you backstage tickets."

"He told me that it was because you're a Chelsea fan," Billie frowned in confusion.

"Derby till I die, I'm afraid," Niall told the pair, "That backstage meet was all your brother's work."

"The soppy git," Billie laughed.

"You'll have to come see us play," Jamie told him, "Roy can finally return the favour."

"You're aware he's going to completely deny being a thoughtful and emotionally receptive big brother? right?" Billie glanced up at Jamie.

"Oh, yes."

author's note: i hope you enjoyed these chapters - i loved writing them! (the niall cameo was tres spontaneous but it just made sense!)

thanks for the support as always!