A/N: Okay! I've been gone for a while but I promise it was for a good reason. I have quite a few chapters written and a lot of the outline done so this fic has a good looking future. I'll try my best to update once a week but I'm not making any promises. I know the first couple of chapters might sound a bit stupid but bare with me, I'm going somewhere with this. That being said, I hope you like this new AU!

Chapter I - Nice to meet you, where you've been?

"I don't know..."

"Oh, c'mon, Clara! It'll be fun!"

"Jenny, I don't know the first thing about fashion. I don't even get why they invited me!"

"Who cares about why they invited you? It's a free ticket to see beautiful women walking around in lingerie, you can't argue with that!" Jenny was her best friend and her right-hand woman on the field. They had known each other since they were 17, and if there's one thing Jenny knew how to do was to convince Clara to do things she wasn't sure about.

Clara sighed. She had known from the start she would give in. "Okay, fine. I'll go." Jenny threw her arms up in victory as if she had just scored a goal. "But I'm not staying for the afterparty", Clara added.

"We'll work on that when we're there," Jenny said laughing.

Clara walked the pink carpet with a few other teammates, and the paparazzi were all over them. She had it a little worse than the other girls; she was the captain and generally recognised as the team's MVP. Little girls looked up to her and younger players admired her and hoped to be as good as she was.

Clara was definitely outside her comfort zone walking in heels and a designer dress. Two huge defenders coming at her? Sure, she could handle that. Fashion on the other hand...It's not that she didn't like it or that she didn't care, she was just scared of messing up. She had played it safe by choosing a short black dress that had easily costed more than she had made in her first two years as a professional footballer.

She smiled and posed with her teammates -both for the photographers and for their own phones, taking pictures that would most likely end up on Instagram-, wishing she could fast-forward the whole thing and get to her seat. She even had to stop for a couple interviews at the end of the carpet. It was pretty annoying that the questions were the same each time, though that allowed her to answer in autopilot.

"How are you doing?"

"Oh, everything's been so much fun so far. I can't wait to see the show." More like can't wait to be out of this stupid heels.

"Who are you wearing tonight?"

"I'm wearing Ellie Saab. I'm in love with this dress." It's fine, I'd rather be in my jersey.

"Who are you most excited to see at the show?"

"I'm dying to see Taylor Swift, I love her." Okay, that's true. I hope I can keep my chill having her so close. Oh my stars, what if I embarrass myself on TV? I'll have to tell Jenny to keep an eye on me.

Once they were finally free to take their seats, Clara grabbed her phone and uploaded a selfie Jenny, Martha -the left forward-, Susan -the goalkeeper- and her had taken at the carpet to Instagram. Once she was done, she started fiddling nervously with her rings. Her teammates chatted excitedly while she busied herself looking around. They were seating on the second row to the left of the runway. There were celebrities everywhere, from musicians to actors and actresses...she was pretty sure a member of One Direction was sitting right across the room from her. It was clear that the organisers were emphasising the British stars in the audience, with the show being in London for the first time and all.

The lights dimmed and a voice spoke over the applauses. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome...to the 2014 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show!"

Models started walking the runway. Clara was first stricken by their beauty and their amazing bodies. She was certain some of the girls would at least match her workout resistance, one or two could probably even beat her. Secondly, she was surprised at how carefree and playful the show was. It was nothing like other fashion shows she had seen; models here smiled, waved and danced on the runway. Clara hated to admit it but she was having fun. She was even embarrassed that the crowd cheered for the models like they cheered for her team when they stepped on the field and she didn't know most of them.

Clara was singing along with Jenny when Taylor Swift performed her first song. Around the second chorus, a model stepped out to the runway. She had beautiful long ginger hair and the fairest skin. Her slender body moved gracefully through the runway, her strong and impossibly long legs strutting on high heels the colour of pearls. She had the most gorgeous white lacy ensemble and golden angel wings.

Honestly, nothing really differentiated her from the other models, except the way she looked at Clara.

Mostly, the models glanced at the cameras on the catwalk, and every now and then looked at the audience. However, the ginger girl looked straight to Clara with a smirk on her glossy lips and blew her a kiss.

It was so unexpected that time stopped for the brunette. The only thing that got to her apart from the model's eyes was the faint sound of Taylor's voice.

But I got a blank space, baby,

And I'll write your name.

All too soon the model was at the end of the runway smiling towards the cameras and walking back, playfully winking at the singer when she smiled at her, before disappearing from view. Clara was thankful for the dim light that covered the audience, because it hid the redness that crept to her cheeks. She looked around once she recovered but no one seemed to have noticed the interaction. She concluded that it was probably a pretty normal thing for models to do at the show, and that it wasn't anything special.

The show carried on. The ginger model walked the runway twice more, but she never looked towards the footballer. Somehow, Clara managed to recover the easiness she had felt at the beginning of the show and enjoyed the performances. Nevertheless, when the models appeared one last time before wrapping the show, Clara could have sworn that model glanced at her again, but shily, like she didn't want Clara to notice. By then, Clara was toying with the idea of staying for the afterparty just to see that girl. Who knew? Maybe it could be fun...

The show was over and the athletes were walking towards the car that would take them to the party.

"So, how much convincing will we have to do to get you to come with us, Clara?", Susan asked.

"It's fine, Jenny already explained I don't really have a choice here", she replied in fake annoyance. "But I want you guys to keep in mind that we have a game coming next week and training tomorrow afternoon. I imagine Sarah Jane would appreciate us not showing up hungover", she added in a more serious tone.

"Relax, Cap. The coach won't even notice we came to a party," Martha assured her.

Clara simply nodded. She knew the girls respected her and would take her advice, but she worried nonetheless. Sometimes she felt like a mother, one who had four barely legal children in the beginning of their careers who didn't need to gain a reputation of party girls. Male footballers were indulged for something like that, but women didn't have that luxury. The younger girls in the team still had to learn that.

The party was mostly boring at first. Clara didn't really know anyone personally, and she wasn't sure of how to act around those people. However, not long after she entered, people started coming up to her to tell her that she was a great player or that they always watched the team. Some even asked to take pictures with her. She was surprised that celebrities that famous would give a damn about football, let alone about her team. She was as friendly as she possibly could, thinking it would be good for them to get all the extra publicity they could.

Finally, the models and performers of the night got to the party. They were the centre of attention and the ones in charge of the fun. Music played a little louder and the dance floor was crowded.

She was walking around a little with Jenny when she spotted Taylor Swift and a group of models sitting at a lounge area. A model was sitting on the singer's lap, laugher and drinks were all around and they seemed to be having the most fun. And sitting right in front of the American singer, Clara saw the ginger model.

She froze in her spot for a moment, daydreaming about approaching them. She wouldn't actually do it, of course.

"Look, Clara! Taylor's right there!" Jenny pointed out the obvious. Clara managed to emit a muttered response. "Go say hi", the Londoner proposed.

"Are you crazy? No, there's no way I'm going anywhere near them", she answered defensively.

"Oh, c'mon! What are you afr-" she didn't get to finish her sentence because a loud voice interrupted them.

"Clara Oswald!", the voice called. She hoped she had heard wrong, but she was pretty sure the voice came from the group they had just been spying on.

She turned towards them and saw a blonde girl coming her way. She knew this model, but only from magazines. She was English too.

The model put an arm around her shoulders and turned to the group.

"Amy, look who I've found!", the blonde said excitedly, and the ginger model blushed. So that's her name. "Hi, I'm Cara", she told the footballer. Clara could tell she was a little drunk.

"Yeah, I know", Clara said, eliciting a laugh from the group. The model pulled her towards the rest of the girls, and Clara gestured for Jenny to follow her, but her best friend shook her head and walked away after mouthing 'have fun'. "You have to sit with us, have a drink. We're so alone with all these Yankees."

"So, Clara, these are Taylor, Karlie, Gigi, Martha, Lily and Amy. She's your biggest fan."

Clara was a little overwhelmed, so she had to sit before she could say something. What does she mean 'my biggest fan'?

"Hi", she said a little weakly.

"Nice to meet you", Taylor said. Clara was quite starstruck and she struggled to find something to say. She opened her mouth but nothing came out.

"I think you broke her, Tay", the model now identified as Gigi joked.

The model sitting on Taylor's lap, Karlie, defended her. "She's a fan!" She looked at Clara. "I saw you singing when we were on stage", she explained.

"Yeah. Sorry, I just wasn't expecting to actually meet you tonight. You were amazing", Clara managed, snapping out of her trance.

Taylor laughed. Taylor Swift laughed at something I said. "Don't worry, I get that all the time. I'm glad you liked the show. Though these are the real rockstars", she said pointing at the models.

"Absolutely, you guys are awesome", Clara agreed, feeling a little more confident.

"Not like you're far behind. You killed it at the Champions League. It sucked that you couldn't make it to the final, those bloody German girls, man..." Cara said. "She's a football player", the model explained to the confused-looking American girls.

"Let me translate: she plays soccer. Actual football, not that weird sort-of-rugby thing you guys like. And she's awesome at it, by the way." For the first time, it was the ginger model who spoke. She had a Scottish accent, and now that she was closer, Clara could see her hazel eyes. Just as I thought this girl couldn't get more enchanting.

"That's so cool! I wouldn't be able to kick a ball straight to save my life", Taylor said smiling.

Clara tried to push away the curiosity she felt for the Scottish model and focused on the singer. "It's not that hard. I'll teach you sometime."

Karlie snorted. "Good luck with that. Once I tried to teach her a couple basic ballet moves...Those were the most frustrating fifteen minutes of my life before I gave up on her."

A couple more jokes were made at Taylor's expense. Clara was glad that the attention had shifted from her, because she could concentrate solely on Amy.

From the conversation she learnt that it was Amy's first time as a Victoria's Secret angel, but she had obviously been friends with the other girls for quite some time. She was about to turn 22, because Cara said something about making Taylor sing that song at a birthday party she was planning for the Scot.

Clara didn't even notice that she was drowning drink after drink. They kept being placed in front of her and she had lost count of how many she had had, but she was pretty sure that she wasn't drunk yet.

The conversation then turned to a discussion on who was the strongest, Martha or Karlie. After they had both described their workout routines, they still couldn't reach an agreement.

"Okay, let's ask someone else, then. Clara, you're the most qualified of us to say. Who wins?"

Clara had been busy eye-fucking Amy so she hadn't really paid much attention to what was being said. "Um...I don't know, I haven't seen any of you in action." An idea popped into her head and for some reason it sounded like the best idea ever. "Maybe you should come training with the team tomorrow! We have an afternoon training session. I'm sure the coach won't mind."

"Really? That sounds fantastic!" Cara said excitedly. "I'm so in."

Lily and Gigi were occupied already, but the main competitors agreed in a heartbeat. Despite being hesitant initially, the singer also accepted the offer once Clara assured her that they would go easy on her.

"How about you? Want a look behind the scenes?", she said to Amy with a smirk and a confidence she didn't know she possessed outside the field. Okay, maybe I am a little drunk.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world", the model answered with a seductive smile of her own.

Eventually, everyone -except Cara- agreed that it was time to get some sleep. Clara handed her phone to the girls so they could add their phone numbers and gave them her own. She pretended not to notice that she saw a picture of herself wearing England's jersey in Amy's lockscreen.

At the exit, Clara said goodbye to her new friends. "So I'll see you guys tomorrow, then."

"Definitely. Can't wait to kick this dork's pretty ass", Martha said nodding towards Karlie.

"Yeah, yeah. Save your words to tell the doctor where it hurts. You're gonna need them", the taller girl backfired.

"Okay, I think that's enough trash talk for the day, Sunshine", Taylor declared pulling Karlie to the door. She turned to the footballer one last time before leaving. "It was nice to meet you, Clara. See you tomorrow."

The brunette waved at her and the models as they left. Amy was the last one to step outside. "Bye, Clara", she said with a wink before crossing the threshold, making Clara's strong legs want to give in.

"Bye", came the almost inaudible reply.

Oh my stars, what is happening?

A/N: I'm looking forward to reading your coments and/or suggestions. You can check out a picspam and a gif set over on tumblr that go with this fic (just go to the Clamy tag and you'll find them)