The tv press conference went well, Pep only got angry at a question just the once.

'I have a game to focus on, I will not be speculating on the January transfer window at this time. Next question' he barked, then his smile came back by the time he was answering his next question.

There was time to grab a quick bite to eat, then it was straight to the stadium. All the players had their headphones in, getting into the zone, so she sat up the front of the bus.

It was pretty cold outside, so Jay stayed indoors for as long as possible, but there was no way she was missing the game. As soon as the players began to line up in the tunnel, Jay took her seat in the technical area, next to the other back room staff. Thankfully, she'd been given her own Man City padded jacket to wear and it was unbelievably cosy. She wondered if she could just wear it every day. Her chain of thought was interrupted by her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Chris, and it made her realise that since she'd been on the plane, she hadn't thought about him, not even once. Now that wasn't a good sign.

Chris: Me and Charlie managed to find the French press conference online. You were amazing! Well done xx

Jay: Thanks, at the game. See you soon x

She knew it was short, but the teams were coming out onto the pitch and the Champions League music was playing, giving her goosebumps. Their faces were all so serious, even Jack's. She could only imagine what Pep had been saying to them in the changing room.

The first half was largely uneventful. Mbappe made a few good runs, but unexpectedly, it was Laporte that got the opening goal. Pep was delighted, but as always, not one to get head of himself.

'More, we need more' he shouted to the players.

She noted that Jack was playing well, but one of the PSG players, Verratti, was being really hands on with him and it was really starting to wind her up. Even Jay knew that a couple of the tackles he'd put in were fouls. Pep was furious that he was getting away with it, and by Jack's face, he was even more so.

Once again, Jack got the ball and Verratti took him down. Finally the ref blew his whistle. Verratti was given a yellow, and City were awarded a free kick almost on the edge of the box.

Pep was on his feet, barking out instructions for what set piece to put into action.

KDB stepped forward to take it. He raised his hand to signal he was ready and then kicked the ball. What happened next felt like she watching it in slow motion.

The ball was curling straight into the box and several players leapt up to win the header, then boom. All of a sudden there were two players down. From what she could see through the players legs, there one from PSG, and one from City. There was an audible gasp from the crowd. The PSG player soon sat up, but the City player was flat out.

Jay still couldn't see who it was from all the players around him, blocking her view. She began to panic, where was Jack? she couldn't see Jack. She searched for his white headband in the melee but she couldn't see it.

The medics were signalled by the referee, and they ran on to the pitch with a stretcher. The cameras had turned away from what was going on, this was clearly serious.

Jay caught sight of Phil, he was deathly white with his hand over his face in shock. It was taking her all her might not to run on the pitch too. She felt sick, she needed to know Jack was okay. Eventually, she saw him, he'd been tucked in at the back, so who was it? Rodri moved slightly and she saw John's familiar wavy hair. He was obviously still out cold. Shit.

In the distance she could hear an ambulance. This was bad. The stadium was almost silent as everyone watched the horror unravelling. There were even some people crying.

Pep waved Jay over to the side of the pitch.

'John's unconscious, they're going to take him to the hospital, but they want to restart the game, so can you go with him?' he asked. 'I need you to keep us up to date with everything, can you do that?' Even he looked shell shocked.

'Absolutely' she agreed. She wasn't just doing this for the club, she was doing it for John and Nadia too. She knew Nadia would be watching the game and going out of her mind.

After what seemed like forever, John was finally placed onto a spinal board, with a neck collar on, and quickly loaded into the ambulance. Jay jumped in behind him and they were off, sirens blaring crossing the streets of Paris. Moments later when John began to groan. Jay jumped.

'Don't worry, its a good thing, it means he's regaining consciousness' explained the paramedic, reading her reaction.

By the time they got to the hospital, he was awake but not making much sense. He was taken straight to CT, and Jay was allowed to wait outside. Nadia called Jay, almost hysterical.

'What do I do Jay? Do I get a flight over? He cant be there on his own. I'm so scared Jay' said Nadia through her tears.

Jay managed to reassure her that she was with him, that he was looking a lot better than how he would have done on tv, and promised she wouldn't leave him alone.

'Tell him I love him Jay' was the last thing she said.

He seemed to take forever in the CT scanner room. Jay was starting to get worried, but after an age he was wheeled back out on the stretcher, he smiled when he saw her. What a relief.

After the game, Pep and Jack headed straight to the hospital, and by that time, John was sat up in bed sipping a cup of tea.

'He has an impressive skull fracture, concussion and a bit of whiplash for good measure' Jay explained.

'I thought you were dead' admitted Jack.

'I still feel quite close to be honest' John laughed weakly.

Jay stepped outside to call Nadia to fill her in on the latest news, leaving them to it.

Pep and Jack came out shortly after.

'The doctor said he's needing his rest and said we've just to go home' said Jack, still looking shaken.

Jay felt bad leaving John there, but when she popped her head round the door to say goodbye, the doctor had shoo'ed her back out. It wasn't like she had a choice.

'Come on, there's a car waiting outside, we'll go back to the hotel and eat some dinner. It's late and none of us have eaten properly' suggested Pep, but Jay could see right through him though, he too was putting on a brave front.

'Actually, I think I'm going to walk back to the hotel. I could do with clearing my head' she said.

'Now Jay, I'm not sure about that, it's dark out there' said Pep.

'I used to live here, I know my way around, I promise, I'll be fine' she insisted.

'If it's alright, I'd like to walk with her' said Jack. 'To be honest I like the idea of a walk around too. I'll put my hood up and no one will know it's me'

'Okay, I understand, but you must let me know when you get back? Is that clear?' insisted Pep.

At first Jay and Jack walked in relative silence, only broken by her showing him the sights they were passing.

They crossed Le Pont des Arts, which is covered in padlocks. She explained that people in love came here from all over the world to place padlocks there and throw the keys into the Seine to signify their love and commitment to each other. They stopped in the middle and looked out over the river.

'That's what they call it here innit. City of love?' He asked.

'So they say' she gave a gentle laugh, but he could tell there was more to it.

'Like, did you fall in love when you was living here?' He asked bluntly. He looked at her face and realised that maybe he'd ventured onto rocky ground.

'At the time I thought so. His name was Etienne and I hoped it might go somewhere. That was until I found out he was married 8 months down the line' she laughed ruefully, but it was anything but funny. 'He said he'd leave her, that it was difficult, but he'd already killed it. I'm not and I'll never be the "other woman". It's not who I am' she said firmly, reminding herself that no matter how much she was attracted to Jack in that moment, nothing could ever happen.

'So was he the reason you came to Manchester then?' He asked, realising that he'd never really asked her questions like this before.

'Nah, I mean maybe if things had worked out then I would have stayed, but my job here was done and the plan was always to go home again. I tried living back in Scotland but I just didn't feel settled, so when my brother offered to have me stay with him I thought why not'

'And you like it there? Manchester I mean?' He asked.

'Yeah, I mean I've landed one hell of a job, I'm spending loads of time with my brother, made friends with a legend like you, and I'm having fun. What's not to like?' She shrugged. She turned to look at Jack but his head was down.

'Don't you like it there?' She asked.

'Yeah, no, I dunno. It's a lot you know. Sometimes I think the idea was better then the reality. You get me? It's been quite hard' His tone was quite flat.

'Jack, your move was a lot different to mine. It's no wonder it's not been easy'

'No one understands it though. They think I screwed over Villa and I would never. Then I've left all me family there. The only person I've really got now is Tasha and we hardly even see each other now, let alone talk when we do...' he trailed off.

'Jack...' she touched his arm, she could see he was struggling.

'I do stupid stuff to take my mind off things, but that just gets me in more trouble. Honestly Jay, I don't want to be like that anymore, I just want to find that feeling I had back in Villa. Back when everything seemed easier. I'm 27 and I miss having my Mum round the corner, how sad is that?' He laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

'Not at all' she reassured him. He turned to face her and suddenly they were stood face to face, noses almost touching.

'Fuck it' said Jay, reaching up and pulling Jacks face to hers.

Now this was a kiss. Now these were fireworks. Now they were both in trouble, because neither of them wanted to stop this kiss, ever.

Shit.