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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years

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hi could you write a smut with trent where they're on vacation together because she's the sister of ox and they tease eachother the whole holiday, but they finally finally hook up after a night out ?xx

I hate you more - Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

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Warnings: ends with smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, cursing

summary: Your brothers wedding in Greece forces you to spend more time with his best man Trent. And although you swore you had always hated the guy, after being handcuffed to him, things start to look a little different.

The pain shooting through your head was only made stronger by the obnoxiously loud music coming from the room next to you. As you were wrapping up last minute gifts for the guests while the guys next you seemed to have the time of their lives.

You were sleep deprived and completely out of it but there was a shit ton of stuff to do. All the guests where arriving tonight and your brothers wedding day was less then 48 hours away. Perrie had chosen you as her maid of honor as you two where basically best friends and as you where Ox's little sister it was even better.

It was a destination wedding, so the whole planning had been quite hard. But in Ox's opinion no one cared if the wedding was planned well if they were on a beach one a small island in Greece. And in his theory only his closest friends and family would come anyway as it was further away from home.

But that wasn’t quite the case as it seemed everyone was absolutely ecstatic about taking some time off work for a vacation in paradise and nearly all the invitations had agreed to come. Which left you with a shit ton of work and no one to help you with it.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen had been assigned the whole organization part, having a schedule and telling people when to do what. Plus organizing that everything would be set up for the ceremony and so on. Because Perrie and Ox had no wedding planner, in the name of keeping it low-key, that had turned out to be rather hard. And if that wasn’t all already stressing you out, Ox had chosen absolute idiots as his groomsmen.

You furiously knocked on the door, literally drenched in sweat as it was currently a 100 degrees outside and the air conditioning in your room didn’t work. The door was swung open by Robbo, who had a tooth brush in his hand as he sang along to the stupid Pina Colada song with the biggest smile on his face. When he saw your furious face, he immediately ripped his eyes open „Oh, what did we do?“

„Andy, is Trent here?“ you asked for your brothers totally incapable best man, making sure your dislike for him was evident.

„Yes, come in.“ Robbo gestured you in, trying ro keep from smiling as he knew Trent was about to be scolded by you.

Everyone knew that you and Trent were sort of like cat and dog. Always bickering and teasing eachother. It was kind of endearing to your brother though, so he didn't mind it. He rather had you two hate each other than like each other too much.

You walked in the hotel room, hearing Trents singing come out the bathroom as you opened the door without knocking. Trent jumped up, only a towel covering his lower part as he looked at you in shock. The door hitting the wall behind it with a loud bang.

„For fucks sake Y/n!“ the Liverpool player held his hand over his heart as he closed his eyes, nearly having a heart attack „You scared the shit outta me!“

You blushed a little, trying not look the almost naked guy up and down as you cleared your throat „Trent-"

„Yes?“ Trent asked, raised eyebrows as he wondered what the hell it was now that was bothering you. He was also kind of amused seeing that you were evidently uncomfortable.

„Tell me again.“ you now stated, not amused by his stupidly charming smirk „Why could Hendo not be the best man again?“

„His missus had to work, so he‘s only gonna arrive in two days.“ Trent shrugged his shoulders.

„So Ox said you’re his best man now right?“ you crossed your arms, as you could hear Robbo chuckle behind you. You looked back to see the guy lean against the doorframe of the massive bathroom, the toothbrush had been replaced by a drink in his hand as he watched everything unfold.

„Yeah, what are you on?“ Trent chuckled, completely oblivious.

„Then why don‘t you start behaving like one?“

Robbo behind you bursted out in laughter, while Trent chuckled slightly. He shook his head as you smirked satisfied.

„Wow cheap shot little Chambi.“ Trent rolled his eyes which made you chuckle.

„Don’t call me that.“ you smiled, biting your lips as you couldn’t help but notice the water droplets on Trents trained chest. The way that his body gliste- What? No! You gathered yourself quickly and stuttered „Now there’s a lot of work, if you could get going!“

„Sure.“ Trent smirked, having caught your eyes wandering and that of course boosting his ego „But I’ll sadly have to change first missy. Plus you could also use a shower, you’re drenched!“

Freshly dressed and showered you went to dinner that night. Perrie and Ox had rented out a typical Greek taverna for close family and all the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Which was two of Perries friends plus you and Robbo and Trent as Hendo was only gonna arrive on the day of the wedding.

The dinner was nice, everyone was eating good food and drinking wine as you enjoyed each others company. Well almost, you were stressing about all the things you‘d have to do the following day, which was admittedly quite a lot.

Your mind was taken off things a little when Virgil suddenly sat down at your end of the table. The two bridesmaids both gushing over the handsome guy, who was talking to Andy and Trent while you just wondered what the hell he was even doing here. He wasn’t your family as far as you knew. But again, he was Virgil there was no escaping him.

„So little Chambi Chamb.“ Virgil smiled at you, and you just gave him a cold stare. These nicknames got more ridiculous by the day „I heard Trent is giving you a hard time.“

„Nah, I am-" Trent, sitting opposite you, tried to defend himself

„He‘s totally incapable.“ you nodded, looking at Virgil and shrugging.

„Nah, I’m not!“ Trent squealed, kicking your shin under the table which made you yelp „Ouch Trent!“

„That’s what you get for lying!“ he crossed his arms, pouting his lips like a little kid as he leaned back in his chair.

„Fuck off!“ you held up your middle finger, which Virgil grabbed quickly putting it away with a chuckle.

„Kids, kids.“ he looked back and forth between you and the scouser „No reason to be rude to one another.“

„They like eachother.“ Robbo stated, scooting closer to Virgil who nodded in agreement „That’s why they are bickering.“

Trent scrunched up his face as if he was disgusted before punching Robbo in the shoulder „That’s not true! I hate her!“

„Well good.“ you sighed, taking another sip of your wine „I hate you too.“

The next morning Trent woke up by someone violently shaking his shoulders. He groaned slowly opening his eyes, trying to adjust to the light, only to see your face hovering above him.

„Jeez.“ the guy sighed, covering his face with his hand „What are you doing here Y/n?“

You smiled, looking at the sleepy guy before holding up a piece of paper with a list on it „We have a lot of things to get done today.“

Trent groaned, slowly sitting up as he looked you up and down, already fully dressed in your baby blue blouse and shorts „How did you even get in here?“

You smirked, before pulling out a keycard out the back pocket of your jeans and swinging it around „I have my ways.“

You ended up basically dragging Trent to breakfast. He was still half asleep as you both stood d at the buffet, both a plate in your hands. Luckily not many people where down there as it was still rather early. You were about to put some fresh fruit on your plate when you suddenly spotted some familiar faces sitting at a table in the corner.

„Ox!“ you yelled through the entire hotel restaurant as your brother looked up, trying to find who was calling for him. When his eyes fell on Trent and you he smiled and waved, gesturing you to come over.

So you grabbed Trents hand without thinking twice as you approached your brother sitting there with Perrie and the baby.

„Good morning!“ you gushed, looking at the little one sitting in the baby chair „Already up?“

„Yes, you know the little one just doesn’t seem to want to sleep.“ Perrie smiled, running her hand through her blonde hair. Her eyes met Trents and yours intertwined hands and you only now noticed you were still holding him.

So you quickly let go of the scouser as your brother raised one eyebrow, looking back and forth between his sister and the tired guy behind her „Did she drag you outta bed Trent?“

„Yes.“ Trent whined as he looked at your brother annoyed while you just rolled your eyes. What a baby.

Perrie giggled, always having found the two of you a rather amusing pairing. She had always thought Trent and you would actually make a cute couple but whenever she mentioned it to Ox, he told her that was absoluetly not gonna happen. Not on his watch. Plus Trent and his sister couldn’t stand each other, right?

„There’s absolutely no way I’m gonna get onto that thing.“ you looked at the quad standing in front of you as the already warm morning sun, hit the pavement on the parking lot in front of the hotel.

Trent held out a helmet to you but you just crossed your arms, refusing to take it. He had no idea how to drive this thing. Plus this was a literal island, the streets here weren’t safe anyways.

„Don’t be difficult woman!“ Trent groaned, pressing his helmet against your chest.

„No this isn’t safe!“ you shook your head and Trent looked like he was about to loose his mind.

„Then what do you wanna do? You wanna walk everywhere?“ he asked, grabbing the helmet again. This time putting it on your head before he secured it. His face only inches away from you, which made you hold your breath. You did realize he had a point „Now let’s go.“

The wedding ceremony was gonna be held at the beach right by the hotel. There was a pavilion under which they set up tables for the dinner as well as a dance floor for the afterparty. It was all in Greek style, the decoration, the food and just the over all theme.

„So there on the front there will be a big flower thingy.“ you pointed towards the ocean, where the aisle would be, as the guys were setting up the chairs.

Robbo had gotten Virgil and some of Ox's friend to help him put everything up while you guided them. A whole folder in your hand with all the information you needed while Trent just stood next to you, sighing and groaning from time to time.

„And there will be white flowers attached to every-“ you spoke when you looked back at Trent, who was playing with the sand in between his feet „Trent?“

„Yes?“ Trent asked, innocently batting his eyelashes.

„Are you even listening to me?“

„Yes sure.“ he smiled, nodding like a school boy „Something about towels-“

You covered your mouth, trying not to burst out into laughter. This was actually sad, he was so the wrong person to do this with.

„What?“ Trent chuckled as Robbo sang along to Mamma Mia in the pavilion.

You just shook your head, quietly laughing as you looked up at your brothers friend „Nothing.“

You and Trent spent all day picking up flowers for the bridesmaid, going cake testing and getting balloons for the bachelor party Robbo had planned for tonight as they didn’t have time for it back home with their busy schedule. You did wonder if it was smart to hold it the night before the wedding but then again it wasn’t really your problem. As long as they showed up on time the next day, it was fine.

„Now let’s go take a nap.“ Trent walked out the little bakery, holding two full bags as you followed him with your eyes glued on your phone.

„Perrie just texted me.“ you sighed, reading through the brides text „Apparently Ox has forgotten to pack the bridesmaids dresses.“

„What?“ Trent hissed, concerned what this meant for him „He’s such a dumbass!“

The old greek lady, who didn’t speak a word of english watched you try on every dress with a big smile on her face while Trent sat in the corner, next to obnoxiously loud fan. You stared at you reflection, inspecting the floor length dark blue dress with a very deep neck line.

„Trent?“

The Liverpool players attention fell on you as you presented what felt like the millionth dress to him. But this time he didn’t just say it was fine, his eyes scanned you up and down as they rested on your chest area for a little too long.

„It’s- Ah-“ the guy shifted in his seat, nervously stuttering which caused the older woman to chuckle. Even though she didn’t understand any english, she knew this reaction any day „It’s really beautiful Y/n.“

You blushed, smiling a little before pressing your lips together and turning to the woman. You gave her a thumbs up „I’ll take it!“

All evening you met wedding guests at every corner. It felt like the island only consisted of people you knew, so as soon as dinner was over you made your way back to your room. Trying to escape the mass of people. While you laid there, scrolling through your phone, your eyes fell on the blue dress hanging in front the window. You couldn’t help but think about Trent. You hated to admit it but somehow the afternoon turned out to be fun.

But deciding to forget about it you turned off your lights. It was when your thoughts were racing through your mind just like anytime you tried to sleep when you suddenly ripped your eyes wide open „Does Trent have the wedding rings?“

You called all the guys you knew, that were at the party. But no one picked up. So there was only one way that you’d be able to get any sleep that night; you had to crash your brother bachelor party.

You threw on a short black dress, let your hair down again and decided that be enough for the club owners letting you in. You knew the destination of the party was only like fifteen minutes by feet, having dropped the decoration there today. So you decided you just walk there, calling and waiting for a taxi would just take longer.

The music was blasting through the speakers of the club, filled with drunk guys. You pressed your way through them, earning some confused looks by some as you tried to find Trent or Robbo. That’s when you bumped into Virgil, who was wearing some weird glittery hat and had a drink in his hand.

„Y/n?“ Viirgil slurred, looking at you confused as Robbos arm wrapped around his shoulder „Who are we talking - Y/n?“

You sighed, looking at the completely wasted guys, knowing damn well they were so gonna be hungover the next day. This was exactly what you had been afraid off.

„I need to talk to Trent!“ you yelled into Virgils ear, trying to be louder than the music.

Virgil looked at Robbo as they both burst out into laughter „We can help you with that.“

You were dragged through the club by the two guys, all the way to the back. Confused on what Trent was doing back there but not bothering to ask. And then when you saw the guy, literlly handcuffed against a chair a million questions raised through your mind.

„What on earth?“ you gasped and Trent looked up at you in shock. Robbo uncuffed Trent from the chair, leaving one of the cuffs on his wrist „Y/n?“

„Why are you handcuffed-“ but you couldn’t even finish your sentence because next thing you knew, Virgil grabbed you and the other end of the handcuff was clasped onto your wrist. You bumped your head against Trents, groaning in pain and just when you wanted to say something Robbo and Virgil literally ran off.

„Fuck!“ you and Trent both yelled at the same time and when your eyes fell on your connected wrists you both realized; they had taken the key with them.

You poured down another drink as you looked at Trent sitting next you. Your handcuffed hands rested on the bar counter. As it had turned out, Trent had been handcuffed to the chair by Virgil because he had wanted to leave earlier, really tired from the day. What mad the two guy handcuff you to him, he didn't know.

„I hate this.“ you groaned, looking at the time and realizing how late it already was. You had looked for Virgil and Robbo for almost an hour when one of your cousins informed you that they had gone to the next destination with Ox. But no one knew where.

So you were stuck in a night club, handcuffed to the guy you literally couldn’t stand. After a while off bickering around with him, you both just decided to drink away your frustration.

„I hate you.“ you slurred, studying Trents face as he rolled his eyes.

„I hate you more.“ he shrugged his shoulders, taking another shot.

„No I literally hate everything about you.“ you yelled, also grabbing a shot, pouring it down as you ignored the burning sensation in your throat „I hate your sense of humor-“

„I hate your incredible arrogance.“ Trent spat back, not impressed by your insult.

„I hate the way you dress, the way you talk, the way your stupid accent sounds.“ you continued, not realizing you were slowly leaning over to Trent more and more. The guy wasn’t even listening anymore, too focused on the way your lips were moving „I hate your stupid smile and-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as Trent suddenly leaned in all the way to press his lips against yours. You froze as you felt the guy kiss you, your eyes wide open.

„Just…“ Trent pulled back whispering „Just shut up.“

And this time it was you who smashed your lips back on his. Eagerly wrapping your free hand around his neck as pulled yourself closer to him. Trents hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled away from your breathlessly „Let’s take this somewhere else?“

Trent covered your mouth with his hand as he tried to get you to stop giggling, scared someone might hear you. His free hand searching for your keycard in your handbag. Struggling as he was still handcuffed to you.

„Stop laughing.“ he chuckled, roaming your bag before pulling out his hand „Found it.“

Rather roughly Trent opened the door, and pushed you in the room. The door fell shut as quick as you could think and next thing you knew, you were already pressed against the wall again, with Trent pressing his lips onto yours. You wrapped your leg around his waist, starting to grind into him as his tongue roamed your mouth.

Trent felt satisfied, feeling you push yourself against him. He knew by the way you were whimpering as he kissed his way down your neck, that you were at his mercy. His hand travelled under your short skirt but his fingers didn’t touch you were you needed it, instead they teasingly traced the skin on your thigh. You moaned, pressing your head against the wall behind you, your arm still wrapped around his shoulder „Trent.“

The guy pulled back because of the lack of oxygen as a mischievous smirk was placed on his lips „What?“

„I-I-" you stuttered feeling his hand travel higher and higher „You know what.“

„Do I?“ he raised his eyebrows chuckling, as his fingers started touching your through the fabric of your panties. You felt your stomach twist as your whole body felt like it was on fire.

Trent loved playing dumb, knowing exactly how frustrated you must have felt. He smiled cockily, seeing the effect he had on you as you stood there, speechless and your skin flushed. It excited him even more that this was sort of forbidden. The fact that he was touching his best friends sister and could get caught, it made him want this even more.

„You know what Trent.“ you whined, sweat forming on your forehead as you pushed away the urge to say it „Please.“

„Are you actually begging me?“ he chuckled, never having thought he’d see this side of you. But admittedly he was getting harder and harder by minute and it took everything in him not to fuck your right there and then. He put your handcuffed arm over your head, pressing it against the wall as he held you steady in place. His face dangerously close to yours again before he whispered „But you’re gonna need to be more clear baby.“

„Fine.“ you groaned before licking your lips and lowering your voice again „I want you to fuck me.“

It was said like it was a secret, that no one ever could find out about. It was enough for Trent to push your panties aside and teasing your exposed clit with his thumb. You held your breath at the torturing soft touches. His middle finger now circling over your entrance as you threw your head back, closing your eyes.

„God, you really are so wet for me huh?“ he whispered as he slowly pushed his finger into you. You couldn’t even respond, so you just nodded feeling his finger pump in an out of you. Trent soon added a second one as you wrapped your leg tighter around his waist, allowing him to push in further.

You were already a moaning mess as you felt his digitals move in and out of you. Leaning in, you reconnected your lips in a much needed kiss. Trent now also moaning against your lips. He also needed you, he couldn’t handle it longer. So to your disappointment his fingers pulled out of you leaving you feel empty as he started fidgeting with his belt. You decided to just help him, your lips still connected.

„Turn around baby.“ Trent spoke against your lips and without hesitating you did so, Trent holding your handcuffed hand above your head as you heard him take of his pants, also a panting mess. You knew you were absolutely needy but weren't even ashamed of it. Trent pulled up your dress, revealing your behind to him as you silently thanked yourself for having chosen nice lingerie.

Without waisting another second he pulled the material down as they dropped to the floor before you could feel his cock press up against your entrance. Trent leaned over your bent body before whispering into your ear „You really sure about this, baby?“

You quickly nodded and immediately felt him push inside you. You held your breath, clutching the wall in front of you as you realized how big he was. Trent noticed your walls clenching around him as he stopped for a second and when he felt you realx he pushed all the way in. He rested inside of you letting you adjust to him. His breath really unsteady.

„You can move.“ you whispered as he slowly started thrusting himself into you. Hitting that sweet spot with each thrust. You were both moaning messes with Trents free hand wrapped around your neck.

„You‘re doing so well.“ Trent panted, the sound of his hips hitting against you filling the room as he started going faster. Moving in and out of you harder and faster which in return made you go crazier. The pleasure bilding up in your stomach as Trent could feel you clench around his length.

„Trent.“ you moaned, knowing you couldn’t handle this much longer which made Trent chuckle „What baby?“

„I feel-„" you whimpered, feeling your high slowly build up with him pounding into you „Like I can’t go that much longer.“

„That’s okay baby.“ he moaned, this drove him absolutely crazy. The way you arched your back, wanting him to go deeper and deeper and how tight you felt around him. It was better than he could have ever imagined „Cum for me.“

That was all it took for you to reach that sweet high. Your legs started shaking and your head felt dizzy as you orgasmed, louder than you had ever though possible. Trent didn’t last that much longer, only a couple of sloppy pounds before you could feel him twitch inside you.

„Stay inside.“ you whispered, completely out of breath as you felt him wanting to pull out. Trent did as he was told, cumming inside of you before collapsing against you out of breath.

„That was-" he started but couldn’t even finish his sentence as his body rested against yours. So you shook your head as you chuckled „I know.“

You didn’t even know what exactly woke you up the next morning. The only thing you knew was that you felt a body pressed up against you from behind and arm wrapped around your stomach. And god, your wrist hurt like a bitch.

„You’re dead meat.“ you ripped your eyes open, hearing your brothers voice from next to you. In your hotel room stood not only Ox, fully dressed in his suit but also Virgil and Robbo both laughing their asses off.

„Ox!“ you gasped, sitting up and looking behind you to see Trent lay there in his underwear. Handcuffed to you? Memories from the last night flooded your brain and you shook Trents shoulder violently, seeing the look on your brothers face.

Trent groaned, he really wasn’t a morning person but when he heard Andys obnoxious laugh that ran his alarm bell. He was sat up within seconds, looking straight into your brothers eyes. Seeing you sit beside him in your underwear, he knew he was so dead now.

„Tell me the noises I heard last night weren't you shagging my sister?“ Ox muttered through gritted teeth as Virgil and Robbo tried to contain themselves.

„I- I-" Trent stuttered, feeling like his last hour had started.

„On my fucking wedding day, seriously?“ Ox now whined, shaking his head as he buried his face in his hands. He knew exactly what had happened.

„They- They-„ trent tried to come up with something to say before pointing at Virgil and Robbo. All the while you sat there trying to cover yourself up a little, absolutely humiliated „They handcuffed us!“

„What?“ Ox looked back at Virgil and Robbo who looked like busted school kids.

„Yeah well.“ Virgil pursed his lips, trying to come up with an excuse „I didn’t really think you two kids were actually gonna go that far-"

„Ah, fuck off Virgil!“you now hissed, shaking your head „You knew exactly what you were doing and then you ran off with the keys and-"

„Virgil, Robbo just get out.“ Ox sighed, and the two guys nodded as they left the room wiggling their eyebrows at you and Trent. Ox looked at them shaking his head before they disappeared, his eyes fell onto you again „Now back to you missy! You’re in big trouble, the ceremony is starting in an hour and Perrie is absolutely freaking out because she couldn't find or reach her maid of honor.“

„Fuck!“ you cursed, realizing how late it was. You had so much to do and so little time to do it.

„It’s okay.“ Trent reassured you, putting his hand on your shoulder „We‘ll make it work baby-"

„Jeez!“ Ox gagged, hearing the words that just had come out of Trents mouth „Don’t ever call my sister that again!“

Trent nodded, having obviously done it by mistake. Ox just shook his head looking at the two of you „Now get ready, we will talk about this later. Maybe when I’m not supposed to get married.“

You watched your brother turn around and stomp out the room, obviously pissed off. As soon as the door fell shut behind him, you looked at Trents face. You could see he was trying not to laugh and so where you.

„This is all your fault.“ you chuckled, looking at the scouser.

„How is this my fault?“ he squealed, his voice super high pitched.

You smirked, biting your lips „If I wouldn’t hate you so much, none of this would have ever happened.“

Trent chuckled before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips „I hate you more.“

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amour-salvatore · 5 years

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rumours

Part 1

“Your room is the one down the hall left.” Dele tells you as your standing in the hallway of your new home with your suitcase. Your mom and his parents have known each other for years so when they heard you´re moving to start University they insisted that you don´t need to live in a used dorm room with no bathroom included when their trophy boy lives alone in a big house all by himself.

That was a month ago, you´ve settled in ever since and to be honest you´re quite thankful for the opportunity, even though you weren’t fond of the idea at first but since Dele’s never home and always at training or out of the country, it´s 100 times better than living at campus or sharing a small apartment with a stranger. Also when he’s home you don’t talk much, he would come back with a different girl nearly every weekend, you’d hear them stumble in kissing and disappearing in his room.

It´s his house after all and you´re not going to risk that he kicks you out.

You´re coming home from Uni with Chinese take out in your hands, heading towards the living room to put your things down, as you spot a tall figure sitting on the couch playing on his PlayStation.

You stop in your tracks when you see him.

“Sorry didn’t know you were home.” You try to balance the things in your hand, trying to sound as confident as possible.

Dele looks you up and down, as if he completely forgot you’re living here. “We’re on holiday,” he says with a small smirk on his lips.

He turns his attention back to the tv, giving you time to take him in. Dele looks very good in his grey joggers and tight dark blue shirt on, but he never paid attention to you even back then when your parents would pressure you to join them, every time they went to visit Deles family.

Taking a long breath you start to walk towards your room. It feels weird knowing he’s home and that this conversation, was probably the most you ever spoke to each other ever since you moved in.

“You look good though Y/N.” Dele yells after you.

Shaking your head, you continue walking to your room.

Having eaten your food and studied you fall asleep until you hear noises coming from outside your room. You slowly walk towards the door, eavesdropping.

What the hell you mutter under your breath. You hear people talking and laughing. He’s throwing a party and didn´t tell you, taking a look at the clock it’s 10 pm. Loud music is blasting from the speakers playing Gods Plan by Drake. You’re really tempted to just go out and see what they’re doing, acting as if you want something from the kitchen but you’re in leggings and a crop-top and you´re definitely not going to change.

That´s why you sit down on your bed again, deciding to watch a movie, hoping it will blend out the loud music.

Getting cosy in bed, you start the movie Joker. Halfway through, suddenly your door swings open. A boy stumbles in the room looking caught off guard when he sees you. His eyes go wide as he tries to gather himself but fails miserably. It’s obvious he’s drunk.

“Ehm are you okay?” You ask him with narrowed eyebrows. His eyes wander down to your stomach, which is showing cause your top moved up, making you instantly pull it down and sit up in bed.

“I didn´t know Dele had a roommate, and not to mention such a gorgeous one,” he says, you just roll your eyes at his attempts to flirt with you. Even though, he looks very handsome in his dark Jeans and offwhite Pullover and those brown eyes.

You just smile not knowing what to say, waiting for him to leave but he´s not moving. Your eyes wander to your laptop screen, he doing the same.

“What are you watching?” he tilts his head and steps towards you to get a better look, raising his eyebrows impressed. “A girl with taste.” You look up at him with crossed arms.

His eyes pierce into yours, blending out everything else.

Still moving closer and closer, he rests his hands on your bed. “I´ve missed your lips.” He whispers.

You roll your eyes, slowly backing away.

“We said we would stop this.”

#dun dun duuuun #So what do you think continue or stop?#jadon sacho #harry winks #trent alexander arnold #dele alli blurb #dele alli imagine #dele alli #trent imagine #footballimagine #football imagine #england #fanfiction #imagine #rumours

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moonsnightowl · 6 years

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Apocalypse (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/zhuhxHTSzQ

This is a Fan Fiction about ‘Marcelo Vieira Jr.’ Real Madrid’s Player. A romantic drama about two damaged souls, can two damaged people heal each other? Note: Recommended song: Apocalyse by: Cigarettes after sex.

596 views.. Let’s get to 600 ?? Check it out,read all the chapters,listen to each chapter’s playlist and leave your feedback 🙏🏼 Wouldn’t mind if you reblog though 😅

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followmkenziejyl · 6 years

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Backpacking With The Beckham Boys (Romeo Beckham Imagine)

Sweating and running around on the field, I accidentally kicked the soccer ball out of the field. Suddenly two elevated boys appeared passing my ball between themselves. "Can I have my ball back please," I asked casually, "Wait, I know who you guys are! You two are the Beckham sons right? Brooklyn and Romeo."

"Yes. Yeah we are," taller boy, Brooklyn answered, "here is your ball. You are?" Reluctantly, he passed the ball back to me.

"Sorry. I'm y/n. I am a huge fan of your dad. Sorry, I know you probably hear that a lot". After saying that, I ran back to resume the game.

"Do you mind if we play," the shorter and younger one questioned. I nodded. Shortly after we started, the two Beckhams were playing like a legend (which I found unbelievable). In the end, my team (with Brooklyn) won against Romeo's team.

Packing my bag for the trip, I sighed because I just didn't know what to pack. A few seconds later, I heard someone knocking the door. "Who is it," I required.

"It's Victoria and David Beckham. You are going to trip right," Victoria asked puzzled, "let us help you. Don't worry about packing. Just have fun." Nodding, I smiled kindly.

Lining up to get into the plane, I suddenly remembered to call my friend Andrea to tell her something. "Hey Poppy. I've heard Ariana Grande is coming to Hong Kong. Are you going to her concert," I said.

"Yup. I am," she answered.

The call lasted for five minutes when I sat down on my comfortable seat. I decided to watch a movie called Creed on my laptop after the take off. Creed was a movie about a man called, Adonis Creed whose father died before he was born. His father was a professional boxer that died in the ring. Adonis's dream was to become like his father but younger and not die. In the end, he did. After the movie I turned off my laptop and out it back into my bag so I wouldn't lose it. Soon, I slowly drifted to sleep.

I suddenly woke up because someone was shaking me wildly. "What? Who is it," I groaned sheepishly.

"It is time to go Y/n," someone said. Quickly sitting up, I grabbed my bag and checked if I left anything. I looked the airport in awe. Wow, I thought. The first thing me and the Beckhams wanted to do was go to the hotel and rest.

We used the Tube (a metro system) to get the hotel. Man, the hotel was as luxurious as Burj Al Arab in Dubai, the most luxurious hotel in the whole entire universe! Bam! The hotel we stayed in was called The Goring! You would not believe the where the hotel was! Just right across the street from the Buckingham Palace. It had a garden with stunning paths, statues, bushes, benches, flowers and trees that provide shade from the sun. In the hotel rooms, there were the cosiest beds, pillows and cushions in the world. In addition, the rooms also consisted two deluxe chairs with armrests. Secondly, there was even a mirror with drawers, a place to put things in from of the mirror and a chair. Third, next to the lovely window was a plant, a beautiful plant resting there and getting all the sunlight it needed. Lastly, there was a couch (or sofa) sitting there with two cushions waiting for someone to sit on it.

"Hey, go you want to hang out. You know have some fun. We can go around," Romeo the younger Beckham asked abruptly.

"Sure. Maybe after lunch," I suggested since it was ten o'clock in the morning and everyone was really drained.

For lunch, we ate at a buffet in the hotel, The Goring. It was fabulous. Apparently, I might have eaten a least a little bit of everything. Stuffed and glutted, we walked back to our room and I took a blanket and slept of the floor using my bag as a pillow.

The following fifty minutes (half – an hour of nap time), Brooklyn, Romeo and I, left the hotel quickly and left for the Tube. We went to some shops to buy a few extra snacks and a few pieces of clothes each. I bought a shirt, pair of pants and jacket from Jeep (not the car brand but its clothes shop). Personally, I thought they were amazing but the guys thought that girls shouldn't be wearing boys' clothes. Why? Because I couldn't resist buying some. At night, we went to the London Eye to look at the beautiful view of London. Kind of scared and frightened, I squeezed the boys' arms tightly so I wouldn't feel as scared. Why was I scared? Sadly, I was always and scared of heights. But I had to admit, the view was superb.

Arriving the hotel at eleven, we established that we were staying in England for a few days before heading off to our next destination, Scotland. If took a shower as quick as I could and grabbed the blanket and my bag and lazily fell asleep.

For the next few days, we basically, fooled around everywhere, made hilarious jokes about each other and did ridiculous things to each other.

"Wait a minute," I bellowed, "who is paying for the hotel? I can do it."

"Don't worry. Our dad already payed for it," Brooklyn explained.

On the way to Scotland, all of us watched the same movie, Mockingjay Part One. It was exciting and violent. But the movie ended with a cliff hanger.

By the time we reached Scotland, we went through the immigration and rushed to the hotel we were going to stay in, The Balmoral. Our room looked really modern. The window was a shape of a circle. There was a bookshelf and a plant on top of it. There were two satisfying chairs. There were a few white lamps. You wouldn't believe this! There was a telescope in the room as well. One if the reasons we went there was because we heard Scotland was remarkable. All of a sudden, I seriously felt like I should be Skyping my family. "Hey guys. I'm in Scotland with 'them'. So how's life in Hong Kong," I greeted.

"Everything is fine. How was London," my dad said sheepishly.

"It was amazing. 'We' rode the London Eye and you should check your Instagram feed. The view was amazing," I exclaimed happily. Me and my family talked for half an hour about London, Scotland and Hong Kong.

Today, we decided to go to the Loch Ness to see how it looked like in person. It was enormous. But it was really pretty. Listening to the waves splashing ashore we stared at the sky's sunset and afar to examine the view. You could see clear water like fresh mountain water, a few clouds here and there. You could also see a huge mountain like a cake covered in green icing. Next to us were some ruins that looked like it belonged to a castle. I wore a few layers because the temperature in Scotland was pretty low.

The next day, Brooklyn, Romeo and I went to the grocery store to buy some food. Again. Weirdly, we bought a little of everything that was food. As we were walking, I accidentally bumped into my old elementary school teacher, Mr Manson. We talked for a while and payed for our food. "How long are you three staying here," Mr Manson said casually.

"I'm not sure," I replied.

"We are staying here for a couple of days," Brooklyn said quickly, "maybe two more days?"

"Sure."

For two days, all we ate ate daily meals, ate junk food, did our daily routines. But that wasn't all. In a convenient store, we were just fooling around and we pranked a man. Quickly and swiftly we threw some realistic looking insects at the man. Screaming and panicking, the man shook the insect off of him at tried to figure out who did it.

Fifteen hours later, we woke up looking tired and all. Took our bags, took a taxi and went of to the airport. During the plane ride, I was so exhausted, I immediately drifted into deep sleep.

All of a sudden, the plane started to shake like there was an earthquake. Coming back to my senses, I realized there was a crazy turbulence. Quickly, I woke Brooklyn and Romeo and started to panic like a madman. "Please remain seated in your seats and buckle up. Please stay calm," the pilot said nervously.

"I don't think I can," I said.

"Well try to," Romeo replied.

Looking around, nervously, I saw the staff looking as calm as they could be but they were failing. Because. Of. Fear. "Probably not."

"Why."

"We are in a midlife crisis Romeo. We are going to die."

"We are not going to die. Just calm down. Calm down."

"I don't think so. Bye France. See you in my next life."

One, two, three. Giants sitting on top of all of us, made us fall quickly. 'Yay! I am so happy. This is the best time of my life. Falling from the edge of the world," I thought as sarcastically as possible. Cringing wildly, I felt my head hitting the overhead compartment hard. Trying to open my eyes, I felt like that was the end of the world. Trying to see what was going on, I could still feel the pressure on everyone as we fell. Things started to blur slowly. My head felt as heavy as a huge boulder. Second by second, things started to blur my sight until I was totally blinded.

"Dude wake up! Wake up! Come on! Please just wake up," Brooklyn yelled worried. Feeling really dizzy, I groaned because my whole body ached. I attempted to force my eyes open but I couldn't see properly. As soon as I gained sighted I stood up quickly.

"Okay fine. I'm okay now. Where the heck are we. Why are you two wearing dresses," I half joked, "now I bet we are in the land where people get the disease of wearing dresses." We looked and looked for hours but we couldn't find out bags until I found them on top of a tree. "Wow isn't that great? Our bags just magically flew. Yay! I am so going to get it," I commented sarcastically.

As we looked through our bags, the only thing we could find were extra clothes, empty bottles, snacks, empty plastic bags and worst of all, our electronic devices were broken! "Guys I think my phone is broken," Romeo exclaimed sadly.

"I think mine's broken too. We are so dead. How about yours Brooklyn?"

"Dead. I'm dead. We are all dead!"

"Stultus populus , qui sunt," a dangerous buff man holding a sharp spear said.

"Ipsi vero consideraverunt et infirmis," cried another.

"Quid hic?"

"Quid illi portantes?"

#romeobeckhamimagine #romeobeckham #beckham #soccer #fooball #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #footballimagine #davidbeckham #victoriabeckham #brooklynbeckham

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footballfan2000 · 2 years

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Imagine Mason calling you 'the missus' during his Instagram Live and the fans going crazy.

"Thanks for all the likes and questions, I'm doing my best to keep up" I heard my boyfriend say as I walked back in to the living room with two cups of tea and sat down next to him,

"Does Chilly and Y/N get along?" Mason ready from the screen with a smirk appearing on his face and I did my best to hide mine behind my mug of tea,

"No, we actually secretly hate each other" I joked and Mason laughed,

"Don't say that their gonna take you seriously" Mason stated as the screen filled with laughing emojis,

"No of course we do" I assured "we've actually got an exiting trip booked and Ben's coming with us" I informed and Mason nodded as he continued to scroll through the comments.

"Hi from Brazil" he read "Can you say happy birthday to Chloe?" he mumbled "Happy birthday Chloe" he repeated making me giggle slightly "are you in your living room it looks so nice?" he read "yes we are in the living room" he confirmed "it took a lot of hard work and designing on my part" he lied as I whacked him playfully on the shoulder,

"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrows at his comment "you're hard work?" I questioned and he smirked,

"No she's right guys I can't take much credit for this" he shook his head "the missus has much better style than me" he added making me smile,

"If we left it up to him it would be Chelsea blue all over the place" I added,

"Hey, don't knock the blue" he warned jokingly and I shook my head. More comments continued to flood in and Masons nickname hadn't gone unnoticed by his fans who immediately took to twitter to express their joy!

#Mason mount #Masonmount #MasonMount #Masonmountimagines #england nt imagines #football #footballimagines #chelseafc

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thegameisaboutglory · 3 years

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Blueeeeee 💙

😂 hell yes!! Love ya 💕

#ask #footballimagines

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dieclownschaft · 3 years

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pov mannibal neuer invites you over for dinner. you arrive, great each other, then sit down to eat. but theres nothing on the table. feeling a little bit confused you ask "so where's the food?". mannibal then looks at you like this.

#follow4more #footballimagine

#dkljaslkKL THE PICTURE JUST LOOKS SO CURSED WHY DID HE POST THIS!!!#WHERES THE PLATE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#manuel neuer #my sp

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footballxwrites · 3 years

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Just a friend eh? (Pt 1)

You threw the front door open and off you stormed down the driveway into the rain shower, the classic weather you’d find in Hertfordshire. “I’ve done nothing wrong, i wasn’t the one flirting” he shouted defensively, following you into the cold autumn night. “Right but SHE was flirting with YOU and all you did was stand there, beer in one hand, arm resting on the bar, smiling like a kid at Christmas” you replied with a hint of sarcasm.

You want to know why this argument began, all because of an old “school friend” (who was a girl by the way) of James’, who yous bumped into at Dele’s house party. You were sat with your friends when your eyes managed to drift over to James as you saw a petite brunette strut over to him and hug him. You weren’t the type of person to get jealous seeing another woman talk to your boyfriend as he was a good looking fella who gained attention from women a lot, but there was one thing you knew, at least you hoped you knew about him, was that he was trustworthy and loyal.

*20 mins ago*

The girl sat there, wine in one hand, twirling her hair with the other, laughing with the fakest laugh ever. You believed James would pay very little attention and attempt to ignore her, like he’s always done when other women approach him, but this time he was fully engaged in the convo with her. You could spot her edging the slightest bit closer to him until she was practically sitting on his knee as he continued laughing and drinking with her. Like you said, you weren’t the jealous type so you wanted to see how this would play out, knowing (hoping) he wouldn’t do anything daft.

He eventually left the conversation with her and made his way over to his team mates as the song “in my bed” by Rotimi, a real club song, began playing on the speakers as you went to get a refill. You glanced, from the bar at your boyfriend, who was across from you, wearing the tightest white shirt possible showing the outline of his body, skinny black jeans hugging his muscly legs, and the classic Air Force 1s in white, having a laugh with the lads as they tried, unsuccessfully, to dance 😂. You got up and started strolling over to James until the same brunette from before beat you too it. Her arms latched straight around his neck and she began grinding, yes GRINDING on your boyfriend and what did he do, stand there, no reaction whatsoever, not even shoving her off, with the biggest grin on his face. Your heart broke right then and there and that’s when you walked out.

*Now/the present - outside”

“Why are you acting like this Y/N?, it was nothing just let it GO” his words crushed your heart, “sorry, “let it go”, are you having a laugh?” you mocked as he tugged at your hand, pulling you around so you were face to face with him, tears brimmed in your eyes as you stared deeply into his. “She’s just a friend” he casually said, “Just a friend eh?, Trent’s my friend yeah, yet you don’t see me snaking my body up and down his do you?” You hit back.

“Bloody hell James, I’m not blind or fucking stupid alright, I saw her, her body rolling against yours as you just let her” you said, this time actually crying, “oh do you know what I can’t be arsed with this tonight, you always do this whenever another girl approaches me in public” he spat as you stood there stunned, still in the pouring rain. “Are you being serious right now I’m never like that” you replied with a shaky voice “fine then if you’re gonna be like that I’m off” you continued confidently stuttering down the driveway, all the sadness leaving you and the anger rising. “Where you going?” James huffed as he watched you walk away.

“I’m off to have a good time” you replied those being your last words to him that night...

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@kingkepaff @footballerimaginess @football-and-fanfics @travellvogue @jamesmaddiscnx @jamesmaddison10 @footballdaydream @footballimagines

#james maddison #footballer #football blurb #footballer imagine #football #leicester #leicester fc

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footballerimaginess · 4 years

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Yesterday I got asked to name some football writers. So I decided i would put together this post, so you can all go and check out these super talented ladies. If I have forgotten anyone I am sorry. Also I hope all of these tagged players work. Imagine Writers:

@footballffbarbiex @catharticallysarcastic @englandntposts @lfcxlouise @neycrisbale @iwriteficsandtragedies @chilly-me-softly @ourfootballimagines @footballimagines @mybrainisproudlyprovidedbybooks @frommybeautifulmind @footballfangurl @avsensio @nixiswriting @footballcloud Blurb Writers:

@travellvogue @gardenofcfc @cinnnabaee @jadonsanhco @jadonsansho

#sorry if i forgot anyone!#let me know if there are any of your faves not there so i can post them #remember we work very hard so dont moan because it takes too long

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Mason mount imagine where you’re both famous he leaves the country during holidays with his friends, cheats and everybody is devastated

I can't leave - Mason Mount x Reader

This one actually hurt, lol.

Masterlist

Warnings: pure drama and heartbreak

summary: After the public embarrassment of being cheated on Mason and you try to figure out a way to make it work.

When you first met Mason Mount, he was just a normal guy. He wasn’t famous or a big football star. He was just Mason, the guy you fell in love with. The guy who fell in love with you. It was definitely him who had a crush on you first, no, he was actually obsessed. He had done everything to get you to go out with him and eventually you said yes. He had bragged about it to his friends in training the day after but you never knew it.

You had been with Mason through everything. Every accomplishment, award, every loss and hardship. And he had been there with you. It wasn’t like you were no one. You had your own career as an actress. You were doing quite well even before meeting him.

Mason fell in love with exactly who you were now. Of course you had changed a little but your life and career where pretty steady ever since you had starred in a movie at just thirteen. But Mason, he had changed.

You didn’t miss it. It had started to be more significant after the Euros. He had caught whiff of all the people drooling over him on social media and he liked it. He changed his hair and clothes, acted different around cameras and was very aware of the effect it had on his so called fans.

But you would have never said anything, you weren’t that kind of woman. You had to be supportive, you always had been. Plus Mason still was himself at home and that was more important to you than his social media persona.

It was one day after one of Masons games that you had of course attended without question that you and Mason got enrolled in a big argument. That would be the start of everything falling apart.

„Why would you have done that?“ you threw your keys on the sideboard in the hallway of Mason and your house.

Mason closed the door behind him, letting out a big sigh. He was tired, it was a hard game and fighting with you was the last thing he needed right now „Because Y/n, this is my fucking job alright?“

You flinched a little at his harsh tone as you turned around, watching him look through his backpack for something „No Mason your job is playing football.“

„And with football there comes fans.“ he rolled his eyes, searching for his phone. All he wanted is to sit on the couch, put on some tv and relax but now you had ruined it.

„But you don’t have to flirt with them, right in front of me if I may add.“ you hissed, crossing your arms as you thought about what had happened just two hours ago.

How he leaned over the railing, talking to these blonde influencers in the vip stands. It raised the question of who even had invited them.

„I was just being nice.“ Mason sighed, still not having found his phone so he started to unpack everything from his backpack.

Mason wasn’t just being nice. He was biting his lips, running his fingers through his perfect hair and smirking the whole time. You knew how he flirted and that was exactly it.

„Did you invite them?“ you blurted out, knowing it would probably piss him off if he hadn’t.

And so it did, Mason clenched his jaw as he turned towards you „Look Y/n, I had a really long day. I just wanna have a moment of peace. If you could just stop bitching around for one minute!“

You felt a lump form in your throat and your eyes start to tear up. God, you shouldn’t be so sensitive but Mason was just acting in a way that you had never known before.

This wasn’t you, you weren’t this kinda girlfriend. You had always done everything the right way. The chill way. Never nagging him about anything. So for him to portray you like this, it made you furious. But then again you just swallowed your feelings and walked away.

You felt horrible about the fight that you had with Mason when you woke up the next day, knowing he wouldn’t be there. He had time off of playing and him and some of his pals had planned a vacation to Cancun.

Obviously you would have loved to go but you had booked a role in this amazing project that you didn’t wanna miss out on. And you told Mason he should have a fun time with his friends, not wanting to ruin the guys trip.

All day at work, you thought about how Mason and you had left things. You hated fighting with him and now that he was on the way to Cancun you couldn’t even discuss it with him. So you ended up checking your phone every five minutes and nervously biting your nails, hoping he‘d text you as soon as he landed. He always did it, no matter where he went.

It was when you didn‘t hear from him for three days and saw his friends instagram stories of them in Cancun that you realized he was really mad this time. Maybe he just needed some space, that was normal right?

On day five you couldn’t handle it anymore. You texted Mason, knowing he‘d probably be asleep by now. Telling him that you were sorry about how you left things of and that you missed him. Telling him that you loved him.

Your makeup artist placed her hand on your shoulder as the trailer fell in absolute silence. The only noise was the high pitched voice of the reporter on the small television as everyone watched your boyfriend snuggle up against some blonde woman by a pool in Mexico.

It didn’t stop there. There where thousands of photos and videos of what seemed like a very drunk Mason literally making out with some girl. Surrounded by all his friends that you had once considered your friends. The internet was of course quick to respond, everyone furious with the Chelsea player. Not understanding how he could cheat on you after all this time. After all these years of being considered everyone’s favorite couple.

„Honey.“ Masons mothers voice spoke over the phone „How are you doing?“

You could hear the sadness in her voice, she loved you like a daughter.

„I‘m embarrassed.“ you said dryly, thinking about how you had to shoot the whole day with everyone on set looking at you weirdly. It had been a nightmare.

The press was full with the pictures, you had been harrased by paparazzi after leaving work. It was the one thing everyone was talking about. How could something like this happen in a seemingly perfect relationship.

„Has he called you?“ Masons mother now sighed, the disappointment in her son clearly evident „He hasn’t answered any of our texts. We want you to know that we’re all on your side darling.“

You felt yourself tear up, thinking about how you‘d loose her and her family. Even if they were on your side, Mason was their son and brother. At the end of the day, they would have to cut contact eventually.

„I appreciate that.“ you tried to not start crying as you spoke into your phone „And yes, he called and texted me. I just can’t handle talking to him right now.“

You had never seen Mason like this. Literally on his knees and begging you to not leave him, begging you for forgiveness.

„I know it isn’t an excuse baby.“ he cried, grabbing your hands as you stood in front of your bed „I was so wasted and I was still mad about our fight and then I saw your message and I realized how badly I messed up-"

„But you still did it Mason.“ you cried, even thinking about it made you sick. Having literally had all of your family and friends reach out for you the last couple days, everyone asking if it were true „God, do you know how embarrassed I feel? Even Declan, your literal best friend, called me out of pity.“

Mason buried his face in his hand „But you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s me, who messed up. I love you so much and this was just all a big mistake. I need you Y/n, we are meant to be.“

„How am I supposed to stay with you after this Mason?“ you chocked, not being able to look at his face or your heart would hurt even more „People would literally think I‘m stupid!“

Mason shook his head, grabbing your face. Hearing that there was a possibility that you still wanted to be with him was enough to give him hope as he looked you deep in the eyes „We will figure out a way to make it work baby. We always did.“

The touch of his hand on yours was firm and tight. It was like he was trying to reassure you that it would be fine. Maybe if you wouldn’t overthink everything it would have been. But right now all you felt was this overwhelming urge to scream.

Your hand was super sweaty as you tried not to suffocate in the black silk dress that suddenly felt way too tight. You stood in the lobby of the hotel, waiting for Masons friends and teammates. Managers, stylists and hotelstaff where running all around you. You tried to concentrate on the pattern of the carpet on the floor as Mason leaned in towards you. His lip slightly touching your ear as he whispered „It will be fine love.“

The car ride was filled with laughter. You didn’t really dare to say anything, not wanting to ruin the mood. After all you understood the guys were pretty excited about this. They had worked hard to get here. It was another posh Gala, which you didn’t really understand. Something connected to the Premier League.

Everyone had their girlfriends by their side. They were different since it all had happens like they all felt sorry for you or better said embarrassed. Their smiles revealing their perfectly white teeth as they laughed along to everything the guys were saying. All happy they weren’t in your shoes.

Some of them even sipping on champagne. You couldn’t, not tonight as it was Masons and yours first public event since, you know what. The risk of something going wrong was just too high, so you skipped on the alcohol. You didn’t want Mason to be mad at you for embarassing him.

He graced your bare thigh, where your dress was cut out, with his hand. His fingers traveling higher with each second. You held your breath feeling Bens eyes on you. Or rather on your exposed leg.

„Mase stop please.“ you muttered under your breath, uncomfortable by the whole thing.

Mason didn’t look at you, he just removed his hand without another word before grabbing his phone from the pocket of his blazer.

„So Y/n…“ Kai smiled, as it got super silent. Noone expected him to actually talk to you. They never did anymore, they just ignored you most of the time. He was there, in Cancun. He had watched it all happen after literally having gone on double dates with the two of you „What are you gonna get Mase if he wins?“

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at the german guy „I don’t know.“

„Ah, common. He has told us all about how you like to reward him. I know what kind of girl you really are.“ Kai wiggled his eyebrows and everyone started laughing again.

What? You wanted to dissapear into your seat. You were probably as red as a tomato. It was humiliating.

„Shut up Havertz.“ your boyfriend chuckled, still scrolling through his instagram. He didn’t even notice.

The red carpet was filled with world star footballers and celebrities being cheered on by screaming fans. You could feel everybodies looks on you, all of them thinking the same thing.

Mason lead you down the carpet, smiling for the cameras. You tried your best to put on your happiest face. His arms slung around your waist, while he guided you. Just a little further down you could see Kai and his girlfriend pose for the cameras like it was their job. You felt insecure and nervous. Mason must have noticed as he caressed your lower back, in a calming manner.

A few meters away from you Ben was standing. You could feel his eyes on you again. He grinned at the camera, clearly just wanting to be done with this.

And then just when you thought you had done it, you felt Mason let go of your waist as a gorgeous blonde woman approached the two of you. Her bleach blonde waves were hanging losely over her shoulder and her dress showed of her body perfectly. The woman gave Mason a warm smile before wrapping her arms around him. They clearly knew eachother. But the look on Masons face looked rather terrified.

You akwardly stood there watching your boyfriend hug another woman. Camera flashes started to go wild as everybody wondered what was going on. Was she famous?

It took you a while to notice that there were also some people taking pictures of you. The flashes made your eyes tear up as you covered your face, trying to avoid being blinded. People were channting all kinds of different names. You felt your heartbeat raise again. Your ears started ringing and your vision got blurry. Fuck. Don’t panic Y/n. Don’t Panic.

You tried to send Mason a look of desperation but he was too busy, trying to hide his face from the cameras as he muttered words, you couldn’t make out, to the woman.

You felt your breath start to fasten as you held onto your clutch tightly. Your feet frozen as you couldn’t move. You wanted to leave or you’d probably have a breakdown in front of all the cameras but you just couldn’t.

And just like that without having even noticed, a tear slipped down your cheek. It felt like slow motion, when the flashes started being directed at you.

Confused by the whole or deal you notice Mason stare at you and then a hand touched your arm. You looked up at the tall body shielding you from the audience.

„Let’s just walk, okay?“

„I’m… I don’t…“ you stuttered and just nodded „It’s okay… I’ll help you.“

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him „Just close your eyes okay?“

You closed your eyes as he held your head close to his chest, making it impossible for anyone to see you.

With that he guided you down the carpet, you could hear the muffled voices of people. Some of them asking Ben if you were okay.

Your heart fluttered feeling the warmth of his body and smelling his cologne. Then inside he led you through a couple of doors before an older womans voice said „You can bring her in here.“

After what felt like an enternity you finally came to standing. Ben let go of his grasp on you. Your hair was probably severly messed up now as you stood there still in shock.

„It’s okay, you can open your eyes now.“ the guy said in a caring way and you slowly opened your eyes.

It took you a couple of second to arrive back in reality and realize where you even where. It looked like a closet or dressing room. Coats hanging everywhere around you, making the space feel tight and suffocating.

„Are you okay?“ Ben spoke up, biting his lips as he was unsure of wheter or not he should ask. You nodded to saying a word.

You spotted a chair in the corner, hesistating before sitting down. Ben watching your every move.

You looked up at him, nervously running your hands through you hair „Thank you.“

Just as simple as that. You didn’t even really know him after all. Having only seen him from a far till now and never having really talked. The guy smiled weakly, burying his hands into the pockets of his pants „It’s fine. For a minute there… Nevermind.“

He shook his head as if he wanted to get rid of his thoughts. You didn’t wonder what he was thinking but didn’t have the courage to ask.

„Mason is gonna be so mad now.“ you sighed, thinking of how you had ruined this whole evening.

But a part of you was also mad. Mad that he would do something like this to you. He knew how you where afraid of these kinds of situations. You wondered who that woman had been. But god, you kinda didn’t even wanna know. The answer was probably as clear as day to everybody as it was to you.

„What?“ Ben asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked utterly confused „Why would he be mad? You just panicked. I understand, the cameras and people. It does get kinda overwhelming.“

Overwhelming. That’s what this all was to you. You had pretended to be okay with it but maybe it was all just too much. You just couldn’t forget it.

„Do you know who that woman was?“ Ben asked you as he rested his back against the door, now sitting on the floor.

He had spent the past twenty minutes in this closet with you, trying to cheer you up and make you forget about how you had just embarassed yourself by crying on a red carpet.

„No…“ you shook your head, crossing your legs as you played with the material of your silk dress.

„Probably just a friend.“ the guy cleared his throat but he didn’t sound convinced.

You knew he knew. He had been there. It was her, it had to be „What really happened?“

„Huh?“ Ben furrowed his eyebrows, looking rather confused.

„In Cancun.“ you stated, looking him directly in the eyes as you hoped someone finally be truthful with you „Mason told me it was just one night and he was wasted.“

Ben cleared his throath, nervously fidgeting with his hands. He felt sorry for you and he didn’t understand Mason. In fact he was kind of mad with his friend for doing what he had done.

„Listen Y/n, Masons my friend.“ he sighed, contemplating whether or not he should actually tell you what he knew.

„But?“

„But…“ he took a deep breath before looking at you apologetically „It wasn’t just a one time thing.“

You nodded, looking at Ben who looked absolutely gutted. There was no doubt in your mind that what you were planning to do was unforgivable but it was the only way you could put an end to this "Ben?"

"Yes?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

Mason had his arms crossed as he stared at the stage. The awkward tension clear as you sat between him and his manager. From time to time he would shift around in his chair nervously as you watched the winners being announced in the Theatre.

So the next hour or so was pure torture. As you thought about what you had just done. About how this was the last time you'd ever go to an event with Mason. You looked at the guy from the side, remembering who he had been all these years ago. You were proud of him. He was everything he had ever wanted to be.

„I can’t believe it.“ Mason chuckled, immediately taking of his blazer and throwing it into a corner „You’re bloody mad Y/N.“

You didn’t say anything, you just watched him stuggle with his tie as you took of your heels in silence. The big suite suddenly feeling like a golden prison.

„Why would you have done that?“ Mason now looked at you, dissapointment in his face „You know what everybody is gonna think now? That I’m a freaking prick that makes his girlfriend cry.“

„Because you are?“ you asked, raising your eyebrows.

Mason looked confused at your suddely confident remark. He studied your expression before carfully asking „What?“

„Because you are a prick.“ you sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you started undressing yourself „Right? You are not only a prick but also a liar.“

„What are you talking about. Is this still about me cheating-“

„No it’s about the fact that you literally slept with that woman multiple times in Cancun and told me it was a one time drunken mistake.“ you chuckled, dropping your dress to the floor as you shook your head.

Mason looked baffled, he hadn’t expected this „What? Who told you this-“

„So it’s true.“ you walked into the bathroom, closely followed by Mason as you stood in front of the mirror and tied up your hair.

Mason crossed his arms, trying so hardly to figure out what you planned to do. As you started removing your makeup with a wipe all while standing there in nothing but your underwear.

„I didn’t want to hurt you more than-“ but you cut him off with a smirk.

„So you lied out of love?“

Mason knew this was hopeless, there was no chance you’d ever forgive him for this. And he realized how stupid he had been. He hated himself so much because looking at you he saw the woman, who had been there all these years. His Y/n, how would he ever be able to do this without you?

And when you wiped the makeup of your neck, in the most obvious kind of manner. That’s when he knew what you had done as he saw your neck covered in marks that he sure as hell hadn’t left on you. Mason approached you, his hand rubbing your neck as if he tried to see if he could wipe them off.

„What have you done?“ he hissed as he frustratedly rubbed your skin and you knew you were about to break his heart.

„The mind can forget Mason, but the heart doesn’t forget.“ you spoke, tears filling your eyes as you stared into his „I wouldn’t have been able to let you go. No matter what. So I had to do something that you’d never be able to live with.“

Mason looked scared, his mind immediately going to all the worst possible scenarios. And then it hit him, the only possible person that you could have done this with tonight.

„He wouldn’t have done that.“ Mason hissed, shaking his head not wanting to believe you.

„I’m sorry. He owed me a favor.“ you whispered, actually meaning it as Mason took a step back. He felt nauseous at the thought of you being with his friend, of his friend having touched you. Of you having kissed and done things he wouldn't wanna even think about.

„I-“ Mason shook his head, looking at you in disgust „I can’t.“

He turned around and walked out the bathroom and a little later you heard the hotelroom door being shut. And in that moment you felt absolutely empty but you knew, you had done exactly what you had to in order for you to move on.

„If I can’t leave, you will have to it for me.“

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