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TAA x Reader where they have a full blown argument whilst hes training with the liverpool lads. And trents anger gets the best of him. And the boys have to witness it. You can decided the ending

Trouble

At the moment everyday was becoming worst and worst. You and trent where constantly at each others throats wanting to pick out every bad thing the other does. It was driving you crazy just how difficult things where getting. It was bound to happen, every August when those boots are pulled back on and the seasons new shirt is pulled over his head you become second best, and the dance starts. You called this time of the year the dance as just when things where perfect trent had to take his feet and dance into a completely different piece and you where left to move on your own. You where completely selfish, you forever knew football was his number one but sometimes you wanted to be first, and not the one to fall into the role of his mother or friend. Alot of your arguments had become mainly house related - trent leaving his clothes across the bedroom floor, never cleaning up after making his ridiculous protein shakes and never bothering to put the toilet seat down.

It was bound to explode - and it did. The minute you walked through the door he had more than enough words written on his face meaning there was no need to listen.

"You going to ignore me all night then?" Trent quickly asked as you walked past his tall frame in the hall. You where fuming, you had anger taking over every part of your body and there was no way of you keeping a cool all night.

"Piss off trent" you mumbled as you pushed open the kitchen door. Your hands grasped the cold kitchen island feeling every piece of marble on your finger tips. You could hear his footsteps get louder as he rushed through the kitchen to fuel the fire. The cold hard marble cooled the burning feeling inside your body, the burning feeling that was going to burn you both alive.

"What's your issue with me?" Trent screeched as he stood infront of you with his arms up in defense.

"My issue with you? What about your issue with me?" You asked surprisingly at his obscene question. Trent was more than aware that he was in the wrong - it was his poor behaviour, his lack of effort and his demenia that showed you everything you needed to know.

"I have no issue!" He quickly shot back as he looked up from under his lashes. He watched you - the way you held your body, the way you spoke at if you didn't care anymore and the way you looked at him so desperately for him to be the same man he was. It was his own wrong doings.

"Then why are you being such a dickhead! Why do I keep coming home to half off your fucking wardrobe piled across the bedroom floor? Why do I keep having to clean up after your mess in the kitchen? Why do you never seem interested in a word I say? Trent your not the same, you have put me last again! And I'm done with playing the role of your fucking mother" you shouted back to him as you threw down the kitchen cloth onto the counter in anger. You could of punched the washing up liquid but you knew the mess that would of caused and it wouldn't be trent needing to clean it up.

"Where done then?! Ok" Trent replied only picking up on one of the many things you said. You shook your head in annoyance and watched his hunched body make a beeline for the door. You didn't bother chasing him, why should you? He did this to himself. His body was carrying nothing but regret - the memories of his ignorance came flooding back like a rain day in May. It was him. He knew he was the reason for this mess, yet he was to suffocated in his own ego to realise the mess he had made. It was to late.

As the night went on your mind wrapped around every possibility of what could happen. Where was he? Would he come back? Is it over? You couldn't understand but how where you expected to - you never thought this would happen, maybe it was just a bump in yours and Trent's road, a bump in which you could get over, hopefully. You tossed and turned in bed, you laid gently on his side of the bed inhaling every part of what was his scent. Your hand ran up and down the bed, your finger tips feeling every part of the soft cotton you slept upon under his protective touch. Your heart ached, you wanted him back, you wanted him safe. You let out an un ruling breath as your hand reached out for your phone, you felt a text was the right thing to do.

Stay safe x you typed with a nervous smile and shaky hands. you didn't know why this was such an anxious act but it felt unnatural. These circumstances where unnatural you weren't ever supposed to be sleeping alone without your Trent. Your eyes fell wide at the sight of the word seen sitting underneath your message, you had hopeful eyes and a small smile creeping on your face at the hope of his reply. minutes went on and it was still the same, you weren't getting your reply, you where getting nothing in return.

As the sun rose again and Trent's morning started at training everything seemed to be going wrong. The rain was falling down as if it was the last time the world could ever let water out. Trent's shirt was stuck to him and every piece of grass was making home on his skin. The rain was falling from every direction, running down his back and rolling along his face - he hated it.

"Trent what is with your face?" Curtis asked with a laughed as he noticed the sour expression and the darted eyes. Trent chose to ignore the young Scouser, he didn't want to speak, or train, or simply be without you. there was only one way Trent could let out his anger and that was by smashing any ball into the closest net. His foot came flying into the familiar bag of air, sending it flying over the cross bar with no sense of direction or aim. His eyes followed the landing off the ball, his mind was sent over the edge, his hands gripped his bip and sent it souring off his body with a loud groan. Curtis noticed the tense and angered man and knew something was wrong, the innocent midfielder clocked eyes with Klopp as he watched the manager usher them both back inside. Curtis knew he had to help, it was something serious - much more serious then he ever presumed.

"Trent lad what's wrong?" Curtis asked as they made a beeline into the changing rooms of the training centre. He watched as the door slammed open making a bang onto the white wall beside it. Trent threw his body onto his designated seat and stared at the floor beneath him.

"I have been a complete idiot" Trent announced not taking a second to look at the man he was speaking to.

"what do you mean?" Curtis curiously asked as he scratched his head and sat next to the right back. It was very rare anyone ever saw Trent in this state - the weary eyes, troublesome expressions and constant attitude he gave to everyone. He slept at his mums last night, he told her everything - his mistakes, his ignorance and his wrong doings. He slept without you, all alone, no one to protect - he felt empty. His mum knew he was sorry but she couldn't understand why he would hurt you, she loved you as if you where her very own.

"I was awful to y/n" Trent admitted as he looked at the man next to him. "I hurt her feelings, I was ignorant and didn't think about her or us and it was wrong of me mate" he added as his hands found there way to his hair and his eyes fell shut at the sound of his very own words.

"You need to talk to her" Curtis said as if it was the most obvious option. Trent's eyes opened at his suggestion, he had to, whether he liked it or not. His feet left the floor as he grabbed his bag and ran out the room, he offered his thanks to Curtis before running out of the building. This was now. his body fell into his car in a matter of seconds quickly slamming the door shut. Trent let out a huge breathe as his hands gripped the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white and his eyes turning dark. He didn't want to admit it - admit he was wrong, admit he was the reason for this all but it was the right thing to do and he knew it.

The drive home was so familiar, the drive he knew he would take whether he was angry, happy, sad or joyful, it was his natural journey. This was his route home to where he belonged most, his protected place, his home full of love and the girl he cared about most.

"Mum is y/n at home?" Trent quickly asked knowing his mum would be at your house today.

"yeah i am with her right now" she replied back softly aware of her surroundings. the moment she said that you knew he was on his way. All you wanted was him. The moments apart from him where hurting you the most, what was so hard with a sorry. Your heart started rasing and your mind felt the furthest away from ease.

"Right ok see you soon" trent quickly replied back with a smile as he drove down the streets of Liverpool.

The door opened. The sound of the metal keys smashing together and the footsteps of a heavy man filled the house. Your lungs filled with air as your mind filled with worries. Was this right? You sat up in your seat as his presence became known, a small smile was exchanged between himself and his mum as she politely got up from next to you.

"Don't worry love" dianne (Trents mum) said softly as she offered a gentle smile and a comforting touch to your shoulder. You watched as she left the room and Trents stance became tense.

"Erm" trent said to himself as he rested his bag on the kitchen island and looked around as if his home was an abandoned memory. He wasn't lost, how could he be? Every memory he had ever loved and cherished was held in this house, he wasn't lost he was confused.

"You can sit down you know" you announced with a smile as your head looked back over the couch in the joining room. Your smile might have been fake but it was what he needed.

"Right" trent replied with a smile as he nodded towards you and walked over to the ever so familiar plush couch. You lowered the tv as your head followed the movement of your boyfriend.

"How are you?" You asked with concern as he chucked himself on the couch with a loud exhale.

"Tired. Didn't get much sleep last night" he confessed with a roll of his eyes and a light laugh. You didn't seem to care, all you wanted was the truth and an apology, the idea of him telling you about his sleeping pattern and the many things he thought of whilst awake was not appealing to you in the slightest.

"What are we doing Trent?" You asked with no patience and little time to waste.

"Erm talking?" He questioned with a smile as he tried to work out the point of your question.

"No I mean this! Us. What are we doing just ignoring the whole situation" you blurted out as your hand found the locks of your hair and pulled through the stress of every strand. Trents eyes softened at your words, now was his time.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled as he leaned forward and retesed his elbows onto his knees, his large hands gripped his chin as his eyes stared up at yours. The ocean blue he saw in your eyes was what captivated the most, no words fell from his mouth but slight breathes fell from his lips. He was locked in.

"Trent you upset me! Why?" You asked with an ache in every word. You sat closer to him on the L shaped couch as his hands started to play with themselves. "This isn't supposed to happen" you added as you pointed to the pair of you.

"I wasn't thinking clearly! I was stupid and naive and thought that I was doing everything right but I wasn't instead I was hurting the person closest to me and I cant ever forgive myself for that! If I could I would take it back and promise you I would never hurt you but I cant so please y/n forgive me" Trent said with withdrawn eyes and shakey hands. "I love you. I love us. Please baby" he added with even more emotion then the last, his eyes started to fill with water and the words he spoke added every detail to his sculpted eyes. You weren't sure what to say, his words where full of emotion and power in which you had never seen from him before. Your hand carefully moved towards his and you felt your fingers run towards his own. Your eyes looked up at his as he carefully let his orbs lock into yours.

"You can't do it again" you announced with urge as you couldn't handle anymore words to be said. Your hands fell closer into his as your eyes didn't take a second away from one another's.

"Y/n I promise" he said in his ever so famous accent. You didn't reply, your words ment to little in this moment. Your hand rested on his neck as your lips fell onto his, your mind may not have been completely at ease but it was what felt right. His lips locked onto yours and you where back to the same old dance you where so familiar with. This wasn't the end yet it wasn't the start it was the middle and you where prepared to do it all over again. This was love. You where in love with trouble.

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