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[footballerimaginess]

Long Lost Family

Credit to @masonxomount for the gif!  This is for @footballffbarbiex TV Writing Challenge.  If you are a fellow writer, join in. This is such a fun challenge and probably something I wouldn’t think about even writing about.  See details here  - This is based on Long Lost Family. - If you don’t know what this is, it is a show where people find their family maybe they have been adopted. This is a very serious programme, very emotional at times too.  Please note this is fiction and nothing of which I am writing about is real or relevant to me. I decided this would be the TV show to pick because I love watching it. I am not mocking the situation if you have been through this. As this is such a serious topic, I will put a warning. Please if this topic of adoption or about not having parents around upsets you. Please don’t read any further.  Word Count: 1,546 Being a high profile celebrity in front of the media constantly definitely had its struggles, you were open to talk about your life when you were asked about it. Also being in a relationship with a footballer had its struggles just as much too.  You had been contacted a while ago by the ITV show ‘Long Lost Family’ 

You had often spoken about how you were adopted when you were younger, life was tough for you. Sometimes you had been speaking about it, but you were never exactly told the full details of your life and you were ready to find out more.  “Mase” you shouted as you walked into the house. “Hello beautiful” you cuddled him. Taking in the moment of silence for a second. “You okay?” he asked you as you stepped back and took your coat off.  “I’m okay. My agent rang me today” you paused. “Yes?” he replied. “I have been asked if I will go on long lost family” you smiled. “Ahh babe, how are you feeling about this?” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I am scared. Like what happens if I find out something I don’t want. I am scared” you whispered as you felt like the lump in your throat was getting bigger.  You fell into Mason’s arms. “It is okay, I know it is going to be scary darling. But I will be here with you all the time. It will be all good. You have wanted to find that out though” you nodded as he gently wiped your eyes.  “Thank you.” you mumbled as you took a deep breath out. “I’ve got this” you tried to hype yourself up for this. “Yes you have angel. Now let’s forget this for a second and relax. Take your minds off of things, I will run you a bath and make dinner. Sound a good plan huh?” Mason gently kissed your forehead.  “I appreciate you so so much, I need this. It has been a little bit too much to take in. But I am going to be okay” you smiled as he comforted you again.  - The next day you were ready to film some parts for the show, meeting the producers and everyone made you feel so nervous.  It was really starting to feel real now, like this was happening.  You got your microphone on and getting ready to let this journey begin. “Ready” the producer asked as you nodded.  You weren’t ready at all, but you had to be. You had to do this, it was your time now. “Hello y/n” he smiled as he sat opposite you ready for the interview.  “How did you feel when we contacted you and asked if you would be up for filming this episode?” The presenter asked. “It was scary at first thought, but I know it is something that I needed to do. It has been something that has been on my mind for a while. I have always wanted to know more about my life. “ you smiled.  “I felt like this has been the missing chapter in my life. I think I am ready to find things out” you smiled. “I am happy that you are willing to let us explore your life” you nodded. “It has been hard, with the whole thought of finding new things out about my life. But it does excite me, despite me still being nervous” you sighed.  - You went back home as the ‘long lost family’ team needed to delve deep into your life.  There was so much investigation to find out anything about your birth family. You needed to give them time to work it out. - “How did it go?” Mason asked as soon as you walked in. “Mase, I have just stepped in. Give me a second please” you groaned as he just nods. “Shit, Mase I didn’t mean too. I am sorry, look it just upset me a little. I guess I just, well it seems real now. They are like looking into it and delving deeper into me. I suppose” you shrugged your shoulders as he stood up.  He comforted you, pulling you in closer to him. “It is okay, come on. It could be a wait until you find out. Just let’s wait and see what you find out” he nodded as you agreed.  - Many weeks and months have passed, you kind of put it to the back of your mind. Not really wanting to face reality, to anything. It hadn’t really been spoken about with Mason either, he knew it was hard for you. So he was deciding to just keep it quiet.  Your phone was ringing and it was the producer for ‘long lost family’. “Hello” you answered. “We need to meet up, is that okay if we see you soon?” the producer asked. “Yes of course, give me the details and I will come your way” you smiled. “Thank you so much, I will text the details and we can meet then. Bye” you smiled as you said goodbye.  The details were exchanged and the days were all planned as when you needed to meet up.  - The day had finally arrived, you headed off early to go and see the TV presenters.  “Hello” you smiled as you gave Davina a cuddle. “Hello” you smiled as you sat down in front of her. “So we have some news for you, we found your family” you gasped as you covered your mouth in shock.  “Really, you found them?” you asked as she nodded. “Are they okay?” you asked, not really sure what to say. “Yes they are doing just fine. They want to see you” you felt a tear roll down your face. “Oh wow, really. What soon?” you asked her. “Yes soon, we can deal with that soon” you nodded.  “We have some pictures for you, here” she handed over some photos of your family. “Oh my god, they look like me” you laughed. “Yes they do” she smiled.  You felt just so happy with it, you couldn’t wait to head home to tell Mason. You practically rushed home to go and speak to him. “Maseeee” you shouted as you walked through the door, dropping your bag. “Yes? you okay baby?” he looked concerned as you shouted his name.  “They found my family, I get to meet them” you had the biggest smile on your face. “Oh baby, I am so happy for you. Come here” he pulled you in for the biggest cuddle.  “I have someone who is related to me, like this is all I wanted. I want my two families to meet, like the biggest piece of me all in one room” you smiled as you held onto Mason. “I can’t wait, take it at your pace. It is still really scary for you. I can’t wait to see them” he smiled.  - The day was here, you finally get to meet your birth parents. You were all dressed up and had been at a hotel near where you the adoption centre was that you had last seen your parents.  You headed off to go and meet them. “You sit in here and they should be here soon” you nodded as you waited for what felt like an eternity.  You heard footsteps from behind you. “Oh my god” you whispered as your birth mum and dad walked into the room. You immediately burst out in tears when you saw them.  “Hello darling” your mum whispered as you cuddled them. “Hello” you whispered into her as your dad joined the cuddle also. “This feels so surreal” you laughed as you all took a seat at the table.  “It does, but it feels normal. It is like someone we know but don’t know in a way” you nodded in agreement. “Yes I fully feel that way” you grinned, you couldn’t wipe the cheesy grin off of your face.  “We are sorry for everything that happened, I know we left you and you’ve never really learnt much about your life. We were so young when we had you and we couldn’t cope with a young baby. I know you would have had a great life” your mum told you as she grabbed your hand to reassure you.  “It is fine, I understand everything. I know it must have really hurt. I have had a great upbringing and my parents have been amazing. I am really happy with it. I hope one day you can meet them” you smiled as they nodded. “I am happy that you had a great life. I cannot wait to meet them and thank them for bringing you up to be so successful” you felt your heart beat so fast.  “We have seen you on TV and we certainly didn’t think that you were going to be our daughter” they laughed. “Aww you have seen me. I am so happy. Maybe you can come and watch my shows and stuff” you grinned.  It felt just so natural meeting your parents, it was beautiful to meet them after all these years.  You couldn’t wait to see where the future with your parents take you and you were ready for the crazy adventure you were going on.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @footballxixstars @football-rambles @mrsmctominay @bluemoonstonesy @penguintransporter @mrspulisic10 @football-and-fanfics @trentski26 @hotyeehawman @pickfordsmount @ofxinnocence @bellinghamsbitch @yagetintoit​ @mountchilly​ Please let me know if you want to be tagged for christmas imagines, I will be doing a small taglist update later on this evening. 

[macybeckham7]

EX - Jadon Sancho

{this is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge, Hope you enjoy}

Everyone once in their life meets that one person who they can see having a happy life with but you just didn’t met at the right time. And for some reason life wasn’t going to give you that happy ending, because you were going in different directions and just hope that if you let them go you will meet again.

For Jadon that was YN, everyone could see just how much he was in love with her, and how much she had swept him off his feet. They had been together for a little over two and a half years before it just didn’t work, they were both being pulled in two apart and hardly had time for eachother. Jadon tried his best but YN would hardly want to see him, and when she did it was as if she wasn’t really there. That was gut wrenching for Jadon, he wanted to make it work but it was very clear she had given up on them.

A year had gone by and he could think about her without wanting to rip out his heart. His mind went straight to her when he felt everything in his hotel suite shake making him realise LA was having another earthquake. His mind instantly wondering what she was doing, whether she had woken up from the quake, whether she was alone. If she didn’t even feel it, maybe she was in a back of a taxi drunk with some friends, and she’ll laugh it off in the morning that she didn’t even feel it. He looked out of his window that over looked the city of angels and couldn’t help but wonder where she was.

The next day Reiss and Jadon went out and decided to go for lunch together. That was when he found YN, he couldn’t help but notice just how much she was looked exactly the same. Her big smile on her face as she walks in with her phone pressed up against her ear. Her face was still soft with a her soft eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Memories came flooding back, remembering just being with her was like he was in heaven. How she could make him all the emotions but felt them 100 times stronger.

He remembered all his fans saying how adorable they were together and they right. Good on paper and picture perfect, but for most of their relationship they were painting over the cracks and barely even sleeping under the roof, let alone the same bed and when they did, they slept with their backs towards eachother and there was nothing but coldness.

He felt his heart begin to race as her eyes met his, she raised her brows at him as she noticed him smile at her. He stood up and walked towards her.

‘YN’ and ‘Jadon’ left their mouths at the same time, with them both smiling.

‘I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me’ her eyes were soft. ‘I wouldn’t blame you for hating me’

He shook his head tutting. ‘I don’t hate you, I couldn’t if I wanted to’

They both looked to the side where Reiss was who had just scoffed. He realised that you both heard, Jadon turning back to YN and asking if she could sit down with him. They sit in a booth opposite eachother, them both looking at eachother awkwardly hoping the other would speak first.

YN hated herself, she knew just how much Jadon loved her, everyone would gush at the way he would hold her hand or look at her with hearts in his eyes. He hated how much she hurt she put him through, and hated that just how much he let her. Alway shrugging off her drunken mistake or silly argument because she apologised and she was scared to lose him and because he loved her he always gave a smile and telling her it was fine.

‘I don’t know if my apologies would even mean jack but I really do mean it when I say I’m sorry for the way I treated you’ she says softly. ‘It was toxic and all I was doing was hurting you and thinking I could get away with it’

He stays quiet making her tear filled eyes look at him. ‘You know what hurt me the most, was everyone thought that you were somebody else, that you were this cold heart bitch, I think you even convinced yourself’ he says lowly. He shakes his head. ‘But I know your heart YN, and I know your not like that, I know you’

He reaches over and holds her hand, they both squeezing gently. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t the person you wanted me to be’ he whispers. ‘And looking back I should of known that’

He watches as her lip quivers. ‘I still love the bones off you, you know that’ he whispers. ‘I know and you know that it’s best to just drawn a line in the sand but I don’t want to lose you forever’

The two talked for another few hours, Reiss even leaving and returning with Del and they were still talking. They both couldn’t deny that they enjoyed being back with one another, it was as if no time had passed for them. They caught up with eachother of their families and listened to stories that they had missed out on.

You’re the best thing I’ve ever had, but also the worst thing, and that fucks with my head. Jadon couldn’t help but think it as he looked at the girl he was ready to settle down, but she just put his heart in a blender and left him without any warning.

But how much of a friend can an ex really be?

[alexajanecollins]

A movie night- J. Maddison

This is written for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge. 

Hope you like it & thank you for letting me participate! 💙

Sunday was the usual movie night at the Maddison mansion. The only evening that James didn’t have practise or a game and the only evening you could stay up late since you didn’t work on Monday and your three-year-old son didn’t go to kindergarten on Mondays either. The perfect ending of the weekend, your little family all together, cuddles up on the sofa.

Dinner usually was something delivered and mostly of the time the little boy decided on pizza which you and James gladly accepted as you changed your Sunday into the usual cheat day for you both. Even though you were always seduced to eat in the sofa, you all three ended around the table each time the little boy reminded you how clumsy he could be while eating on the sofa. The sofa still having some marks of previous snacks he dropped in it before.

The only topic during dinner was which movie to watch first. Your little boy could choose the first movie, since that was the only one he could finish as you always brought him to bed afterwards as he kept falling asleep near the end of the movie. The second movie was always much more for adults, you and James enjoying the time together, just the two of you. “Already chosen a movie?” You ask the little one while eating a slice of pizza looking at the little boy for a second. “Not yet.” He shakes his head. “But, I was thinking of The Lion King.” He says with a nod, his mouth all covered in tomato sauce from the pizza, his fingers just as dirty.

“The animation one or the remake?” James asks looking at him for a second. “Ehm, the ani ma tion one.” The boy says pronouncing the word very slowly as it was very new and difficult for him to say. “That’s okay. I can live with that.” James nods a smile forming on his face. “It’s actually mummy’s favourite.” James says and the boy gasps from surprise looking at you. “Really?” He asks and you nod, a smile on your face as well.

The three of you finish eating after you and James talked about some adult stuff. The little boy already laying on the sofa when you entered the living room with some drinks and some snacks for during the movie. “Hey little monkey, make me and daddy some space.” You say placing the stuff you carried on the little table in front of the sofa. “No no.” He shakes his head with a giggle. “Nooo?!” You ask surprised taking a seat and attacking the little boy with tickles. “Daddy heeelp.” The little boy laughs when James enters the living room after he went to change in some shirt and joggers.

“You know, mummy can’t stand tickles either, just tickle back buddy.” James says with a laugh as he moves his fingers over your back, a cheeky giggle coming from you as he knew how ticklish you were. “Okay boys enough.” You laugh picking the little boy up in your arms while laying down on the sofa, your legs immediately moved over James lap as he had his feet resting on the table in front. A blanket shared between you and the little boy as he snuggled to lay all comfortable on top of you, his thumb immediately found its place in his mouth, a habit that was too difficult to make him stop with.

The Lion King movie came to an end eventually and like every Sunday during movie night, the little boy had fallen asleep on top of you, his silent snoring making you smile a little. “Can you carry him upstairs?” You ask James silently not to wake the boy up. “James nods moving your legs carefully from you lap while standing up. “Choose a movie already.” He smiles pecking a quick kiss on your lips before taking the little boy in his arms, a sigh coming from him but he kept sleeping all peacefully. “I will.” You smile looking at James leaving upstairs to put the little boy to bed.

James arrives back in the living room soon after, a confused expression on his face as he didn’t spot you on the sofa anymore. “Babe?” He asks looking around while taking a seat. “There you are.” He smiles when you enter the living room again, coming from the laundry room where you went to search for a hoodie. “The blanket wasn’t doing enough.” You giggle taking a seat next to him. “And a hoodie of your own wasn’t available?” He laughs shaking his head. “Not at all.” You shake your head looking at him for a second. “Looks good on you really.” He adds moving his hand up and down your back. “Thank you.” You smile leaning against him, starting the movie you had chosen before, the bowl of popcorn now resting on your lap.

“Seriously?” James asks when he realises which movie you had chosen. “Where is our adult movie?” He asks with a bit of laughter in his tone. “Oh come on, you know how much I love the Lion King.” You say with a huge grin on your face looking at him. “Pretty please can we watch the remake?” You ask and you cheer for a second when James nods looking back at you. “Seriously, I have two children instead of one.” He laughs shaking his head moving his arm around your shoulder.

“You will, in some months.” You say out of the blue, revealing something you had kept for yourself for some weeks now. “What?” He asks confused almost chocking on the popcorn he just put in his mouth. “Yeah, you did it again. Congrats.” You shrug with a smile tapping his leg while focussing back on the screen. “Are you..?” He starts asking but can’t finish his question. “Yes James, jesus, how obvious can I be?” You laugh once again looking at him while leaning closer. “I..Am..Pregnant.” You say in between kisses, a smile forming on his face when you say that sentence. “Amazing.” He smiles. “I love you.” He adds. “I love you too.” You smile kissing him once more. “Now focus on the movie.” You say turning towards the screen again, James arms wrapping around you immediately, his thought completely elsewhere than with the movie.

[pom277]

Sergi Roberto

Confessing Feelings For The First Time

For @footballffbarbiex writing challenge 

enjoy x

She sprinted towards him as soon as he appeared out of the gate, “Sergi!” She squealed, he looked up and grinned, dropping his bags on the floor and holding out his arms to her. She crashed into him at full speed, sending him stumbling backwards and cursing under his breath as he tried not to fall over. “I missed you,” she mumbled and he just hugged her tightly, two weeks was an awfully long time to go without seeing your best friend, she’d discovered, and she hadn’t even been able to FaceTime him due to the time difference and her work. Gerard walked past them and scoffed, he opened his mouth to say something stupid (as usual) and she pulled away and glared at him. “Fuck off, Geri, before you say something you’ll regret.” Gerard looked a little taken aback but he grinned and shrugged and walked off. “That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Sergi asked, picking up his bag and slinging an arm around her shoulders as she grabbed his suitcase. “You know what he was going to say,” she huffed and he chuckled, “the same as what they all say, ‘ooh you two should date’. I thought you’d got used to that now.” She laughed at his mocking, high-pitched voice and smiled up at him, “you know I’m bad about being teased,” he flicked her ear and smiled, “that’s what makes it so enjoyable.” She glared playfully at him, he just laughed and punched her shoulder, following her to her car and climbing in. 

“Are you ok Sergi?” She asked softly, he was silent, they were sat at her kitchen table with takeaway sushi. Sergi had barely touched his which was slightly worrying as it was his favourite. She cleared her throat and he looked up, “hmmm? Sorry, were you talking to me?” “No, I was talking to the sushi.” She grumbled, he flushed and smiled awkwardly, “sorry, I was just thinking.” “What about?” She was intrigued now, “it doesn’t matter, it’s nothing,” he shook his head and stuffed three pieces of sushi into his mouth before she could ask him anymore questions. She rolled her eyes and they ate in silence, “so, what were you thinking about? Because it can’t be nothing.” His eyes blues eyes darkened and he slammed his fist down on the table, “I said it didn’t matter!” He shoved his chair back and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him and leaving her in shock. She gave him ten minutes and then went to find him, he was lying on his stomach on her bed, his face buried in her pillow. She straddled his lower back and gently massaged his shoulders, smiling when she heard the soft moans and groans falling from his lips. She pushed away the dirty thoughts, biting her lip to stop herself from blushing, she shouldn’t be thinking things like that about her best friend, hell if she didn’t like him so much she wouldn’t have had the courage to do this to him. She shook her head and focused on the tension in his back and shoulders, feeling it melt away as she worked and he visibly relaxed. She rolled to the side and collapsed on the bed next to him, he twisted to look at her. His eyes now soft and full of tears, “I’m sorry,” he sniffed, she put her hand on his cheek, feeling the soft stubble on his tanned skin. “Hey, it’s ok but please tell me what’s up.” He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and took a deep breath, “I really like you, and it’s starting to get to me, being best friends is killing me.” She couldn’t breathe, her heart stopped in her chest, “please say something,” he whispered, looking pleadingly at her. “Kiss me,” he looked startled, “what?” “Kiss me,” she whispered again, he grinned and crawled between her legs, his chest pressed against hers. He looked deep into her eyes for a second, just to get the confirmation he needed and then he pressed his lips to hers. God, they were soft, she thought that she was going to die now that he’d finally kissed her. She laced her fingers in his hair and tugged softly, he moaned and bit her bottom lip teasingly before pulling away. “I hope you’re going to...” she trailed of into a soft gasp when he attached his lips to her neck, she groaned weakly as his teeth grazed her skin. “Is this okay?” He asked softly as his hand crept under her shirt, “oh god, don’t stop,” she whined, almost bursting from the anticipation. “Actually wait,” he stopped immediately, propping himself up with a worried look in his eyes. “I really really really like you too,” she mumbled, “now fucking keep going,” and he sighed in relief and grinned, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled her shirt over her head and reattached his lips to her skin. She felt him hardening against her leg and wondered why she hadn’t told him first, if only she’d know he’d have reacted like this. It was going to be a long and very enjoyable night...

[emwritesfootball]

Let Me Go | Harry Winks

For @footballffbarbiex‘s prompt challenge Word Count: 4,734 (got a liiitle carried away...) Trigger Warnings: Pregnancy, Abortion, General Angst Surrounding Harry Winks (my apologies in advance: I cried throughout writing this whole shitshow) *Disclaimer 1: Y’all should know by now that I’m American as hell so I know absolutely nothing about how the abortion laws in the UK work but I tried to do a decent amount of research so please be gentle with any errors *Disclaimer 2: I’m aware that I have a whole paragraph on my Who I Write For where I go into detail about how I don’t write about pregnancy and/or children. However, this idea came to me and it wouldn’t let me go and it’s helping me process current events in my daily life, so don’t come at me. Tags: @chilly-me-softly @savingprivatecass @footballdaydream @inlovewithamess @luc-57x @macybeckham7 @cinnnabaee

You could pinpoint the moment it all went wrong - at least for you, anyway.

It was the day you sat in the bathroom you shared with Harry, seven different brands of pregnancy tests surrounding you, taunting you with their positive readings.

You hadn’t ever wanted kids, and Harry knew that. He had been understanding when you’d told him that at the beginning of your relationship, even though he wanted them, but of course he had that thought that he might be different and you might someday change your mind. The two of you had been together for almost five years now and your stance hadn’t changed; in fact, your stance was solidifying by the moment.

It didn’t help matters that you knew exactly when and how this baby had been created and you knew it wasn’t out of love. By your calculations, you were about six weeks pregnant, give or take a week.

You and Harry had been fighting so much lately and not as a method of foreplay to spice things up. No, these were knock down drag out fights that ended with slammed doors and tears and words you couldn’t take back.

“Fuck this and fuck you, Harry!” You’d yelled after almost an hour of shouting. He had come home late reeking of booze and another woman’s perfume and you just knew he’d been to the strip club with the lads and had gotten at least a lapdance, if not more.

“Fuck me?!” Harry roared, stepping closer to you. He laughed derisively as he said, “This is the most fucking we’ve done in weeks and you expect me to stay in with you while you’re acting like this?! How can you be upset that I went out to a strip club with the lads when you’ve barely looked at me let alone touched me in months!”

“Don’t try to pin this all on me, Winks!” You countered, taking a step towards him. “You havent wanted to fuck me for months so don’t pretend you want to now!”

“How’s this for ‘pretend’,” Harry growled, reaching out for you and pulling you flush against him before crashing his lips down on yours.

The sex that night had been a heady combination of need and anger, the fight never fully resolved even after you both took what you needed from each other. The next morning everything went back to the way it had been for months, the two of you avoiding each other and barely glancing at one another.

You’d tried to hide the tests and even though you’d hidden them, Harry knew something was off the minute he walked through the door. He tried to be patient and waited the rest of the day to see if you would tell him on your own, but you didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” He asked that night in bed when the lights were off.

“Nothing,” came your shaky reply that instantly put him on edge.

“YN, I’ve known you for way too long for you to try to get one over on me, and we promised each other almost a decade ago that we weren’t going to keep any secrets from each other. Now, what’s wrong?”

You told him everything, surprising yourself with just how quickly you’d caved and admitted everything. At that moment, you didn’t need Harry Winks, the boyfriend you’d been avoiding for months; right now you needed Harry Winks, your best friend of a decade who’d always been there for you.

Harry listened as you spoke, taking it all in. You were pregnant...with his kid. His mind flooded with all the possibilities of your future together: teaching him or her how to play football, taking loads of pictures and videos over the years, sending them off to university…

“H, are you still there?” You asked when he’d been silent for longer than you’d anticipated.

Harry cleared his throat, swallowing hard. “Y-yeah, sorry, pretty girl.”

Your heart fluttered at the nickname you hadn’t heard in months, the first time all day you’d felt a sense of peace. “It’s okay, love. We can talk more in the morning.”

***

You woke up to breakfast in bed the next morning, Harry grinning at you over the massive stack of chocolate chip pancakes. “I made your favourite,” he sang, setting the tray down in front of you. You gasped at the massive array of food around the pancakes - a bowl of mixed fruit and a glass of orange juice among the spread.

“The coffee is decaf,” he said as you reached for it. He chuckled nervously as he saw your questioning look. “I did my research last night after you fell asleep.”

“How long have you been up?” You asked, awestruck at his actions.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, I never really went to bed…”

“Harry,” you breathed, reaching for him to kiss him deeply. “Thank you. This looks delicious.”

“Really?” He asked, his face flushing with pride and joy.

“Really.” You grabbed the tray and got out of bed, startling him. “But I’m going to eat this at the table and you’re going to get some sleep.” Harry opened his mouth to speak but you silenced him with a look. “No arguing, Winks.”

While he slept, you pulled out your laptop and did your own research. The abortion laws had recently changed, but you hadn’t really been familiar with them before, not thinking it could ever happen to you.

***

The next thirteen weeks were the most stressful weeks of your life. Between Harry and your physician visits, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything else.

You could see exactly why women had children as a last resort in a failing relationship: since the moment you’d told Harry, he’d had a complete personality shift. Gone was the Harry you’d been fighting with for months; in his place was the caring, attentive man you’d first called a friend and then a lover. He brought you breakfast in bed and told you ‘fun facts’ about the size of your baby and shared his knowledge as though he was some sort of pundit on pregnancy. You played along every time, but it killed you whenever he talked to your invisible bump or kissed and touched your stomach or talked about the future with the baby.

Harry wanted to tell everyone right away, but you had been able to convince him to keep it to himself under the pretext of making it through the first trimester without any issues. He kept trying to come with you to the physician visits, but you wouldn’t let him and he couldn’t figure out why.

A week after you’d told him, you phoned BPAS while he was at training to get more information. You had your appointment with your GP and a sonographer the following week - by your calculations, you were now between seven and nine weeks pregnant and you were due for your dating scan.

The sonographer confirmed your worst fears - you were eight-and-a-half weeks pregnant. You started crying immediately, your mind racing. The sonographer tried to calm you down but you were inconsolable. You went on and on about how scared you were and how you hadn’t ever wanted children, growing more and more hysterical by the minute. When they finally calmed you down, you were more determined than ever to get the pregnancy terminated. A plan started to form in your head on the commute back to the house you and Harry had shared for a little over four years now, your mind made up.

Your BPAS appointment was during your ninth week of pregnancy, Harry still none-the-wiser to your plans, treating you like he had been all those years ago when you’d started dating. The day before your appointment, you’d seen him off at the airport - he was called up for international duty for the next ten days and everything seemed to be working in your favour.

You sat down with the counselor at BPAS, drowning her out as she discussed all the options you had, but you already knew your decision. Once you’d expressed your decision, she took you back for a medical assessment. With all the tests completed, it was now time to discuss whether you preferred a surgical abortion or a medical abortion.

Ultimately, you decided on the medical abortion - taking a few pills to terminate the pregnancy seemed much easier than waiting a few more weeks to have a surgical abortion. With Harry on international duty for the next nine days and now was the perfect time, especially if something went wrong and you needed a one-night stay at the clinic to make sure everything was okay.

After taking the Mifepristone and the first dosage of Misoprostal in the clinic, you went home that afternoon to an empty house, eyes welling up with tears as you made your way through every room of the house. You tried to picture life with a child, but you just couldn’t do it. Harry’s face came to mind as you stood in the centre of the living room, imagining a different future.

He laughs as he chases your child around the room while you stand in the corner with your phone, recording the whole thing.

“Pretty girl, c’mere!” He calls out, gesturing to you. You reluctantly head towards him, a smile on your face as you keep the camera trained on him.

“Yes, H?” You ask, leaning down for a kiss.

“Nothing. I just love you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you while your child picks up a stray toy. He rests his head on your shoulder, sighing. “And I love our little family.”

You sat down on the sofa and cried - deep, heaving sobs that wracked your whole body. The future you’d just dreamed up was one you would never be able to give him and it killed you. You had never wanted kids for a myriad of reasons: you had never seen yourself as a mother, you didn’t want to carry a child for nine months, you didn’t want the responsibility, and the list went on. You knew Harry had accepted your decision years ago, but now you couldn’t help wondering if he’d thought your stance had changed. There were questions you wanted to ask him but you weren’t going to do it over the phone.

That evening, you took the next dosage of Misoprostal for the abortion, alone. For the last four-almost-five weeks, you hadn’t told a single soul outside of Harry and now you were paying for it. The heavy cramps and bleeding started shortly after, and it was all downhill from there. You passed the pregnancy that night, your heart in your throat when you saw the distinctive olive-shaped fetus that the physician had described.

***

By the time Harry returned from international duty, everything was fine. You had talked with a BPAS-recommended counselor regarding all of your feelings and your post-abortion-pill symptoms had cleared up a few days ago.

You met Harry at the airport, excited to see him again. The two of you had talked every day on the phone, but you managed to steer him away from the pregnancy topic somehow, giving vague answers and lying about things like morning sickness.

“How’s my girl?” He asked as he rushed into your outstretched arms and pulled you into him.

“Better now that you’re back,” you replied, the deja vu hitting you as you realized you hadn’t done this with him in almost a year.

“How’s my baby?” He asked, sliding his hands to your stomach.

You recoiled immediately, your hands on his wrists. “Not here,” you hissed, your gaze darting around at all the other England players who were within range of the two of you.

“Sorry, pretty girl,” Harry muttered, properly chastised. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, H,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Let’s just go home, yeah?”

***

Things were lighter than you thought they would be when Harry got home, and you made up your mind that you would talk to him that night.

Your stomach flipped as you felt the bed dip when Harry got in behind you. He kissed your shoulder as he pulled you in to spoon with him. “I missed you so much,” he confessed, his hand rubbing circles over your stomach.

“I missed you, too,” you answered, your hand finding his to hold it. “Can I ask you something, H?” You asked, your voice soft and wavery.

“Sure, pretty girl. What is it?”

You took a deep breath and let it out, trying to figure out the best way to say it. “What would you say if I told you I wanted an abortion?”

All the air left Harry’s lungs at your question and he was rendered speechless for a few moments. “I, uh...wow,” he spluttered, unsure of what to say. “Do you really want one?”

“Yes,” you said with conviction. “Harry, you know I’ve never wanted to be a mum, and-”

“Still?” He asked, laughing derisively. You felt the bed move as he stopped spooning you and rolled over to turn on the light. “You mean you haven’t changed your mind?”

“What do you mean I ‘haven’t changed my mind’?! Of course I haven’t!” You were angry now, any residual feelings of guilt over your abortion gone as you got out of bed, too upset to sleep.

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. “So, you’re telling me that after five years together, you still don’t want to have my children?!” The hurt and disbelief were evident in his voice, but you held your ground.

“Oh, don’t be daft, Harry! Did you really think I would change my mind?”

“YES!” He shouted, rounding the bed to get to you. “Yes, I did, YN, because I thought you loved me!”

“This has nothing to do with how much I love you and everything to do with my future!”

“Your future?! What about my future and our future and our child’s future?!”

You screamed in frustration, throwing your hands in the air as you pushed past him to get to the door. You turned back to him when your hand hit the doorknob, a look of pity on your face. “You just don’t get it, do you?” You asked, your voice small and hurt. “I’m not having this baby, Harry.”

You spent the rest of the night in one of the guest bedrooms, only able to sleep once you locked the door. You held your stomach that no longer carried a child and cried, knowing it was all over between you and your best-friend-turned-lover.

***

Harry awoke the next morning with a clearer head. He’d had a lot of time to think after you’d left the bedroom and he was going to respect your decision - he didn’t necessarily want to but regardless of all the fights and rough patches the two of you had been through in the last year, he loved you and wanted to make it work.

The sound of your phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts as he turned his attention to it. He really didn’t want to answer the phone, but curiosity got the better of him and he didn’t want you to miss this call because the two of you had fought the night before. “Fuck it,” he grumbled, picking up your ringing phone. “Hello?”

“This is Sarah from BPAS. Is YN available?”

“Uh, she’s in the shower right now, but I can take a message,” Harry said, wincing at himself as he lied. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” The woman on the other end of the line asked. “She didn’t mention a boyfriend when she was in our clinic two weeks ago. I’m just following up on her procedure from two weeks ago.”

“Procedure?” Harry asked, his heart hammering in his chest as he filled with dread.

The woman paused. “I apologize, sir, it seems I’ve already said too much. Please have YN call us back at her earliest convenience.”

“Where did you say you were from again?” Harry asked, suspicious.

“BPAS - British Pregnancy Advisory Service.”

“Thank you.”

***

You were in the kitchen when Harry stormed in, looking irate.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood so you could try and talk through your argument from the night before.

“You fucking liar!” He said, his voice low.

“What are you on about, Harry?” You asked, trying to play dumb so you didn’t give away anything.

“Oh, that’s real mature, YN. Don’t play dumb with me,” Harry scoffed, crossing his arms. “I just got off the phone with someone from BPAS, checking in on you after your ‘procedure’.” Harry sneered, putting air quotes around the last word.

All the colour drained from your face. “I-”

“No!” Harry cut you off, his voice hard. “You’ve already had the abortion, haven’t you.” It was phrased like a question, but he said it as a statement. He laughed derisively, shaking his head as he turned his head up to the ceiling. “God, I’m an idiot. You’ve been playing me the whole time, haven’t you?” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “When did you get it, huh? The night I left for Spain, I bet - or the day after.” You looked away, ashamed. “Wow - really?! I wasn’t even gone for twenty-four hours and you go and kill our child? I can’t even look at you.”

You rounded the corner and stood in front of him so there was barely thirty centimeters between you. “First of all, fuck you! You can’t accuse me of ‘killing’ anything - that fetus wasn’t even ten weeks old. I thought about this for weeks, Harry, and it was the best thing for me.”

“What about me?! I bet you’d already made up your mind the moment you’d taken those pregnancy tests and nothing I was going to say would change it!”

“Exactly! You’re not the one who has to carry that child for nine months - I do!” You broke down and sobbed. “I do,” you whispered quietly, folding your arms around each other. “I get that you’re upset that I didn’t tell you, but I could have just as easily never told you I was pregnant in the first place.”

Harry watched you break down, his heart shattering. “How did we get here?” He asked, his voice broken.

You looked up at him with tears streaming down your face. “I don’t know, Harry. But we both know that you and I haven’t been good for each other for a while now and even if I’d wanted kids, a child wouldn’t have solved all of our problems.” You closed the space between the two of you, taking his face in your hands. Both of you were openly crying now and a gasp left your lips as Harry pulled you into his arms, holding onto you tightly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, a shattered breath fanning out across your skin. You didn’t want to have to say the next few words, but there was no other choice. You disentangled yourself from him, needing to look him in the eyes to say this, even if it was going to break both of you. “If you don’t want me, please let me go. Please let me walk away while I still have some dignity left.”

“No,” Harry said, grabbing you by the shoulders, his eyes wide. “I do want you - I want us and the way we used to be. I want those late nights and early mornings with you, the good and the bad. I won’t ever bring up children again and if you get pregnant again, I’ll take you to BPAS myself - just please, please don’t leave me.”

You were about to respond when the alarm on Harry’s phone went off, signaling that he had to leave for training.

“Fuck,” he hissed, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I want to continue this conversation so badly, pretty girl, maybe if I-”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “Go to practice, H. I’ll be here when you get back.”

“You really mean that?” He asked, his gaze boring into yours. You nodded, your stomach sinking. “Okay. I’ll see you in a few hours, pretty girl.” He kissed you soundly, pouring all of his emotions into a kiss the likes of which the two of you hadn’t shared in over a year. “I love you, YFN YLN,” he whispered, the sincerity in his voice making your heart break further.

“I love you, too, Harry Winks.”

***

Harry came straight home from training, sending you a text the moment he was on his way. He found it odd that you didn’t respond right away, but he was too in his own head to care.

He thought about the two of you the entire drive home, his mind replaying memories like a greatest hits album.

The first time he’d met you: both of you fifteen at a mutual mate’s birthday party. He’d been so enamoured with you from the get-go but didn’t want to ruin it, taking his time and waiting a little over five years to properly ask you out.

The first time he’d asked you out: both of you a few months past twenty. He’d been so nervous to ask, but the moment you’d said yes he felt lighter than air.

Your first date. He’d kissed you goodnight at the door to your flat and the world seemed to make sense in that one perfect moment.

The day he asked you to move in: Tottenham had just won the North London Derby and the rush of post-match adrenaline had him asking you on the pitch. You cried so many happy tears some onlookers thought he’d asked you to marry him.

So many other important moments throughout your relationship, but when he thought back on the last year, he couldn’t seem to find any. All there had been between the two of you was fighting, fighting, and more fighting. The two of you had fought about everything: matches you were expected to attend; him leaving for international duty; your job. He wanted to rectify it all - erase the year’s worth of fighting that had taken place and talk about it.

Something felt off the moment he pulled into the driveway. Your car wasn’t there and he started to panic. Harry raced inside, calling out your name frantically. Everything was different and his heart and mind were racing as though he’d just played a full ninety on the pitch and there was still more to play.

Harry ran to the bedroom, his eyes scanning for anything that was out of place. He had only been gone for three hours - surely, you could have waited for him. When he opened the door to the walk-in closet, he got his answer. Your half of the closet was empty, save for the beautiful gowns he’d bought you for events and other items of clothing he’d purchased for you over the years - cashmere sweaters, Louboutins, and the like.

He turned back to the bed, his heart in his throat as he saw the envelope with his name on it in your beautiful script. Tears sprang to his eyes as he pulled out the handwritten note, barely able to take in your words.

Dearest Harry,

I’m sorry it had to come to this. Please know that I never wanted to hurt you - you’ve been my best friend for so long and I will always cherish you and everything we had.

I tried to wait for you, I really did. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I just couldn’t let it go. I kept thinking about us and our future. You deserve to be happy and with someone who wants to have kids as much as you do. I don’t want you to resent me for that, which is why I have to leave like this. You have been my whole world for ten years and as much as I don’t want to give you up, I have to for both your sake and mine.

I’ll be staying with a friend until I find a place of my own. When I do, I’ll send someone to get the rest of my things. I wish I could come get them in person, but I think it would be best for both of us if the last words we spoke to each other were words of love.

I love you with all of my heart, Harry Billy Winks. Goodbye.

My love always,

Your Pretty Girl

***

You cut off all ties with Harry, the Tottenham team, and the England team. For the few weeks following the breakup, you dodged calls and texts from Dele and Eric and Ben, finally giving in and blocking their numbers. It was the second-hardest thing you’d had to do in your life, but you couldn’t heal with reminders of Harry everywhere you turned.

Two months after moving out of Harry’s place, you’d found a nice flat in Twickenham that wasn’t too far from your job. A few of your friends had stopped by Harry’s to collect your things, and you were surprised at all the keepsakes he had thrown in for you; there had been a note as well and you often found yourself reading over his words whenever you missed him or you needed affirmation that leaving him had been the best thing for both of you.

To My Pretty Girl,

It took me a long time to finally realize how true your words were. I’ve spent the last two months reminiscing on our lives together and I’m glad that the last words I said to you were ‘I love you.’

Never has anyone meant so much to me than you, and I’m not sure I’ll ever love someone again the way I loved you but you already know that. I wish I could take back our last year together and give you something beautiful to look back on, but I can’t change the past so I’ll learn from you and our relationship so that I can be better for the next girl, although there won’t ever be another Pretty Girl in my life again - that will always be reserved just for you.

I hope you find someone who makes you happy and gives you everything that I couldn’t. Please know that I tried my best to do both of those things and I’m sorry I came up short. I love you with all of my heart.

Forever Yours,

H

Six months after the breakup, you heard rumours that Harry was seeing someone new. Your wounds were still fresh, but you couldn't help but smile at the thought that he was letting you go like you were doing with him.

Eight months after you ended it, you started dating again. You compared every man to Harry but at least you were getting yourself out there.

The Daily Mail broke a story fourteen months post-breakup that Harry and his new girlfriend of eight months were expecting a child. You cried alone in your flat that night as everything came rushing back.

Occasionally, you thought about the abortion you’d had, but you never regretted it. You couldn’t imagine what your life would have been like with a barely-six-month-old child and you didn’t want to think about the possibility of being in an unhappy relationship while raising that child.

A year or so after Harry’s new girlfriend - now wife - had given birth to their healthy, beautiful girl, you came across an interview on YouTube. You couldn’t help clicking on the link, mesmerized as you watched the camera crew tour the house that you used to call yours. You smiled as Harry’s little girl played in the spacious garden and he tried to get her to kick the football just as you’d imagined all those months ago.

“She’s beautiful,” the interviewer marveled, the two of them watching her play.

“Isn’t she?” Harry gushed, turning to his wife and smiling proudly. “I’m the luckiest lad in the world.”

“You are,” you whispered at your computer screen, tears streaming down your face, knowing he couldn’t hear you but needing to say the words anyway. “I’m glad you got everything you ever wanted, Harry Billy Winks.”

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That’s My Ex

Dating your team mates ex’ This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge. I hope you enjoy this! I would lve to know what you think of this imagine as it is one of my favourites.  Word Count: 1075 The photos you were seeing on social media of Jack and Ben, you massively cringed and wanted to hide yourself away because of it.  Nobody had known a single thing about your relationship, you were a pretty private person on all of your social media accounts.  The boys were allowed to have visits from families in between training sessions at St George’s Park. When Ben told you that you were finally allowed to come over and see him after missing him for so long, you were so anxious at the prospect. 

You tried your hardest to feel excited when you got in the car on the way to go and see him. But thought of seeing Jack wasn’t how you expected your day to be going.  - “Who do you have visiting you today?” Ben asked Jack as they engaged in conversation as they walked through to where everyone was waiting to see one another.  “My family I suppose” Jack replied as they both made it into room at St George’s Park.  You heard the door goes as everyone walks through, you see Ben rushing over as he came over straight to you. Kissing you on the lips. “Woah” you laughed as he almost knocked you out with how powerful his kiss was, crashing down onto your lips.  “Someone missed me” he smirked as you pulled each other away. “Hmm I think that might have been the other way round babe. You okay?” you smiled as you sat down. “Yes I am good, all better now I get to see you angel” you blushed. “Thanks” you laughed. “So anything new in your world?” Ben asked. “No sadly not, just missing you. I haven’t been done too much, just relaxing and that is it” you smiled.  Out the corner of your eye you could see someone approaching. You felt your energy shift as you saw him walking over. “You okay?” Ben asked. “Yeah yeah, fine” you mumbled. “You look like you have seen a ghost” you laughed. “No it is okay. Just have a little bit of a headache” you groaned, rubbing your temples gently.  “Hey” Jack smiled as he looked straight at you as he come over. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.  The physical eye contact was making you extremely nervous. “So going to introduce me to your mysterious girlfriend?” you looked up at him. “This is y/n” you smiled as you hugged Jack, trying to be as friendly as you could. Not knowing how Jack was really going to react.  “Must like my sloppy seconds huh?” Jack asked. “Huh?” Ben looked at his team mate confused. “Well this is my ex” you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest. You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.  “How the fuck did you not tell me? So the ex boyfriend who you speak about is HIM. One of my closest boys” Ben shouted, you nodded. Now you felt like everyone’s eyes were on you as Ben raised his voice furthermore. “Please can we not do this here. Everyone is watching us” you whispered as you got up from your chair, dragging Ben away and out of the room. “Why didn’t you tell me? The way you spoke about him, made him sound like a monster” Ben exclaimed.  “Ben, he cheated on me. That isn’t okay, I don’t care if he is your best friend. He hurt me, how are you annoyed with me now over this. He cheated on ME. I’m YOUR girlfriend. Why are you making out like I am in the wrong here?” you shouted at him. Feeling your eyes leak with tears.  “Look it’s a shock. I didn’t expect this. You can’t blame me for being annoyed, I didn’t think we lied to each other” Ben voice dropped. “I know I didn’t tell you the truth, but I didn’t think anything of it. Maybe I was stupid, but please Ben seeing you with him hurts me. I am gonna go back home, I think I have caused more damage than I needed to. See you” you said as you walked off. Ben grabbed your elbow. “No you aren’t, come here” he pulled you for a cuddle. Kissing your hair as he pulled his arms around your body. “I am sorry for shouting. It was just a shock. I guess one I have to deal with. I don’t know what fully happened with you and Jack. But all I know is that I won’t hurt you”  “I am sorry too. I should have told you. I- was being silly” you pulled away from him as you heard foot steps from behind the both of you.  You turned to look as you saw Jack. You smiled. “I am sorry for shouting, I shouldn’t have said what I said. I just wasn’t expecting you to be here. But if you are happy with Ben, than that makes me happy. I know I treated you like shit and I am sorry about that” Jack apologised. “It is okay, we are happy” you smiled.  You glanced over to Ben as you had a smile on your face. “I guess that was a surprise to the day, I am going to leave, I think I have out stayed my welcome just enough for one day. I will see you soon” you cuddled Ben, kissing him on the lips.  “Nice to see you again Jack, I wasn’t Ben’s sloppy seconds. I will never sink that low. Remember that Jacky boy. No need to be bitter” you tapped his cheek gently as you sarcastically walked away.  Ben laughed as Jack’s face was like thunder. “That told you didn’t it” Ben smirked much at Jack’s expense. “Shut it man” Jack grunted. “Shouldn’t have thought with your dick than should you pal, win some lose some. This time I won” Ben smirked as they walked back to the room.  “What the fuck was that about?” Declan asked as he came over to Jack and Ben as they walked back through the door. “Well, maybe you should ask Jack. That girl was my girlfriend and well I just found out that she also dated Jack” Declan gasped. “Shit” he mumbled.  “So Jack got a bit pissed with what she said. But she deserves better and I hope she has found better in me too” Ben smiled feeling rather smug with himself.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @footballdaydream @footballxixstars @mrsmctominay @wheelergrealish @donkeykai @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @trentski26​ 

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Doll’s House

This is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge.  Building a doll’s house.  Word Count: 721  [This is actually based off of my doll’s house which is currently at my Nan’s. She got it for me when I was very young. She made most of the little things in the house, please the photo of the dolls house down below in the imagine]. 

It was your little girl Isla’s 7th birthday in the next few days. All she did was keep asking you for was a doll’s house, you had told her that when you grew up. From then on, she would be hinting every single day that she wanted one ‘just like Mummy’ she would say.  “Mummy pleaseeeee” Isla pleaded. “Yes okay, I will think about it” you smiled as you had already bought it. Hidden it away for safe keeping as you knew she would be snooping around. She was her mother’s daughter because that is something you would have done.

“How many times has she hinted?” Eric mumbled. “Too many fucking times” you sighed as you sipped onto your mug of coffee. “She will be so excited. I cannot wait for her reaction” Eric stated. “Me too” you smiled.  “So when am I building this dolls house?” Eric asked as you turned to him over the kitchen counter. Facing him, a smirk appeared on your face.  “Welllll” you smirked as laugh crept out. “I don’t like the sound of that” you giggled. “Well seeing as I know it is going to take you so long to build it. I am going to need to help you aren’t I” you smiled. “Wait, who said I needed help?” you put your hands on your hips, staring straight at him. “Babe we have been married for 4 years. I think I would know you by now right?” you grumbled. “Hmm fine” Eric huffed.  “So do I need to do it today?” he asked. “We can start on it, I don’t trust us doing it the night before because it seems like it is going to take more than just a couple of hours” you told him. “Sure” Eric smiled.  “Right we need to do it now as you know if she hears us doing anything she will be waking up as soon as she can” you laughed. “Yeah okay, shall I get the box and all that. Like we can lock this room because nobody is going to need to go in here” Eric headed and picked up the dolls house box, ready to make it for Isla.  “Okay this is going to take a while isn’t it” you laughed. “Maybe I overestimated building this dolls house. But let’s go come on” Eric pumped himself up.  “Aww those dogs are so cute, are you aiming for this to look like our house?” he asked you. “Yes I am. I have had loads of things where I have bought online. I thought it would be pretty cute if some of the things that I got would mean something to her” you showed him. “I do have a few more to order though” you told him.  “You know this isn’t an actual house, like you don’t need to buy the whole world. I know this is one of your favourite things. But babe we don’t need anymore” Eric laughed. “Urgh fine” you smirked.  - Eric worked away building the dolls house for her birthday. “Okay does this look good?” Eric asked as you looked at it, basically inspecting his work. “Yes I love it. Thank you so much, this didn’t even take that long to build. I was expecting it to have been much longer. Oh well least it is ready for her now” you smiled. Locking the door to the office behind you, waiting for the big day to arrive.  Isla’s Birthday “Happy birthday princess” you greeted her with a big cuddle and kiss. “Happy birthday darling” Eric cuddled as he took her into the living room as all of the presents were laid out.  “Oh wowwww” Isla squealed as she ran straight over to all of the presents. “Look at all of these” Isla opened up all of the presents so excitedly. “I love all of them, thank you so much Mummy and Daddy” Isla shouted.  “Now your special present, close your eyes baby” you laughed as Eric made Isla close her eyes. “Here we go, open them” Isla opened her eyes as she screamed so loudly as you wheeled the dolls house in. “AHHHHH, I love this” Isla shouted as she ran straight over to it.  “Think it’s fair that she loved that present” you laughed. “Yes I think so too” he smirked. 

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Me and You Together

The Chat Up Line Challenge  Created by @footballffbarbiex  ‘I’m not a photographer, but I can picture me and you together’  Word Count: 526  You were sitting at the front of the desk at the Tottenham training ground in Enfield.  You and Eric had been flirting for a while now, nothing too obvious as you didn’t need to get yourself into trouble at all when you were only just new to the job.  “Hello” Eric smiled as he waved as he stood at the front desk. “Hello Eric, how are you today?” you asked him. “I am very good thank you” Eric exclaimed. “Good I am glad” you smiled at him before he walked away.  He made you feel butterflies in the pit of your stomach, whenever you saw him. There was something about him that made you go weak. It was hard because you knew you couldn’t date him due to the fact you were working at the club.  While you left your desk, you were fixing the printer and photocopier, while the players were heading out for training.  “Hey” you span around on your heels as you heard a male’s voice from behind you. “Hi” you smiled at him as you fixed the printer. “I am glad I got you on your own” Eric mumbled. “You best go Eric, I don’t want you to get into any trouble at my expense” you smiled as he nodded. “I guess, I will see you afterwards. I will come and see you specially” you nodded.  - Once Eric had finished training, you decided to go and walk around to find him sneakily while you were taking your break.  “Is Eric in there?” you asked one of the boys. “Yeah” Harry smiled as you waited by the door. “Oh, you waiting for me now babe?” you laughed as you nodded. “Do you do that to everyone?” you giggled. “No babe, I don’t. Only the special ones, but don’t flatter yourself” you winked.  Eric smirked. “Are you even supposed to be doing this? like just walking around with me. I don’t mean for you to be in trouble” you nodded. “Yes I am allowed to do that. I was on break. I have to just get some stuff and thought I would come see you because I didn’t see you leave yet” you smiled.  You walked out with Eric to the car as you were carrying his bag. “I’m not  photographer, but I can picture me and you together” you smirked when he blurted that out.  “Wow Eric okay, I erm, not sure how I respond to that. But thank you” you blushed as you felt your whole face go red with embarrassment. “Sorry, just a little too much right now. But I can and I needed to blurt my feelings out” he teased.  “You pulling out all the cheesy chat up lines are we” you teased him again. “Maybe. I only use it on girls I like” you laughed. “I better go, don’t want the boys teasing you. See you tomorrow” you waved as you walked off. “Bye” he waved back.  You walked back feeling great, slightly concerned where life could take you. But the cheesy chat up line just stuck in the back of your mind, was there something with you.  I feel a series is coming on here..  TAGLIST: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @bichotaa @kingkepa​ @kkim120​ @glam-khal​ @eatsleepbreathefutbol​ @footballxixstars​ 

[macybeckham7]

Fake Love? - James Maddison

{this is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge, Hope you enjoy}

Fake dating. It’ll be fun, they said. It’ll help your career, they said. Just a simple 12 month deal to help your profile, they said. What was the worst that could happen?

For England newbie James Maddison and IG model baddie YN, they were both known for the bad press which was giving them a bad representation. Both agents wanting to help their clients and have some better reviews and take from the stupid stories that they aren’t proud of.

When the two met they instantly didn’t like eachother, YN didn’t want a football who she had to fake date. Her agent could of picked anything else but she HAD to choose a air head footballer. James muttering a small ‘how is me dating someone who get paid to do nothing but get her kit off going to help my reputation?’ He sassed to his agent.

They had a plan, that they would follow eachother and start liking eachothers posts and then start comment very subtle flirty comments. Then they would start hanging out and sharing it with their followers for the eagle eyed fans that the guys were together. YN started to go watch the foxes in her #10 Maddison jersey. A few fan accounts getting videos and photos of her kitted out as she sat in the box with some friends and cheering for her new man. For the public you were very loved you and fans even had a ship name for you even though you had gone IG official.

As soon as they were alone they were so cold to eachother, in hotels James would take the sofa while YN would take the bed. Neither of them speaking a word to eachother. Or one getting annoyed by the other one and caused an argument which the two just aimed insults at eachother.

The agents were very much the middle guys to get all the cute things out for the press to think that this was going to be the new IT couple. First Posh and Becks, then Cheryl and Cole, then Perrie and Ox and now YN and Madders. James agent ordered some roses which he just simply signed ‘JM❤️’ and delivered them while YN was on set. Because she were on set with other models she had to play up the cute in love girl.

And when James got made to turn up on set he wasn’t too thrilled, he watched as YN did her thing in some lacy thong and worked for the camera while James was too busy eating from the fruit bowl. YN walked over to him still in the lingerie set, her eyes looked around before she launched herself into him which took him by surprise but he hugged back. They both counting in their hands before pulling away. She mutters she won’t be long and then making a quick exit, James finding himself staring at her, admiring her body, but quickly looking away.

James decided to take her to his favourite restaurant, where you would often find him, even so that the waiters had a booth ready for him and his friends and knew the three kinds of orders he’d make. He just having to put up a certain amount of fingers up and they’d know what he wanted. The two sat in the booth together and they instantly started to talk, James having an urge to get to know more about the stunning girl.

They were both surprised just how much they were alike, they even thinking that they’d be good friends if they met out of different circumstances. YN was practically the boy verison of James.

‘What if they hate me...’ she says softly.

James reaches out and takes her hand. ‘Then they’ll have to answer to me’ he smiles, seeing the vulnerable side of her.

Them both feeling completely comfortable around eachother, the two in their own little bubble they didn’t even notice anyone else around them.

The two of them started hanging out more and even started to enjoy spending time with eachother. They both put out a photo to go ‘IG official’ with fans instantly gushing about how good the two looked. YN was seen more at the King Power stadium and even getting a few cheeky kisses from the model and the fox. Her little hug as she wished him good luck, felt real as he feel butterflies appear in his stomach as he feels the little squeeze.

They started hanging out more, with the line of fake dating and being friends getting more and more blurry. They found snuggled up on the sofa as they watched Friends, her fingers tracing over his chest while he found himself watching her and can’t help but take in her beauty. And often kissing her forehead, they often show little signs of affection even though their wasn’t anyone to fake it too, as if they were in the West End show. Whenever the two went out they would act all goofy with YN skipping with her bubble tea in her hand wearing one of James’ hats, many a fan stopping them and taking a photo of the two and everyone gushing that you are made for eachother.

A few months had went by and YN arrived at James’ house to have their normal Monday Mexican night where they eat tacos and watch Narcos. She did her knock, which was like a code to him knowing it was her. She heard a voice with James trying to hush her. He opens the door and finds him in his boxers as he quickly gets himself dress. YN looks over his shoulder and sees the small petite girl.

‘Sorry I have I interrupted’ she mutters, hurt very much in her eyes, she hands him the food. ‘Enjoy your evening’ she says before walking off.

The next day James got a bollocking with his actions could or ruined everything, he even telling him to not fuck it up as he could see how much his colleague liked her. James tried to call her to apologise but she seemed to avoiding him like the plague, which he didn’t blame her for.

...

A few months went by and they were very much back at square one, only communication for public and luckily YN was out of the country so she didn’t have to see him much. Just a few soppy posts with him sending you flowers.

It wasn’t until he saw her again at Wembley for his debut when he realised his feelings. Seeing her in his jersey with his name and number, he realised that she was exactly the type of girl he wants in his girlfriend.

She stays away from him, he catches up with her and they both just stare in eachothers eyes as if they were having a conversation in their mind. He gently caresses her cheek and kisses her softly making it feel 1000x better than all the others they have shared together.

‘I love you’ he whispers againsts her lips.

Fake love, very much turning into real love.

[footballerimaginess]

Amusement Park

This is for @footballffbarbiex​​ writing challenge! I of course had to choose Eric! I hope you enjoy this cute fluffy imagine!  Word Count: 1,121  Taglist: @lawsandother​ @pom277​ @footballxixstars​

You and Eric had been seeing each other for a while, officially boyfriend and girlfriend. He wanted to take you somewhere fun, with the season ended. Eric knew exactly where he was taking you. “So you won’t tell me where we are going?” you huffed and folded your arms like a child who hadn’t got their one way. “No, we are getting in the car and its a journey to where I am taking you. But I promise you will love the surprise” he told you. “Okay okay, I will stop being a child and get in the car” you laughed. The journey from yours and Eric’s house to his surprise was a two and a half drive. He wasn’t dropping any hints at all as to where he was taking you, which was really infuriating you because you hated surprises.  “If I knew this journey would take so long, I really would have bought snacks. Can we stop and get food, I am so hungry” you told Eric. “Yeah that is cool, we can stop for food. I can’t handle you being hangry in the car for this long of a journey” Eric stopped himself from laughing. “Thanks babe” you sarcastically replied.  As you got back in the car with snacks. “How long left?” you asked him. “Shouldn’t be too long, look out for the road signs as there will be a little clue where we are going” you sat up alert in your seat.  “I bet you were one of those kids who asked ‘are we there yet?’” you smirked. “Hmm maybe yes I was” you laughed.  You noticed a road sign for Alton Towers. “You’re taking me to Alton Towers. I haven’t been here in the longest time” you squealed. “Surprise” Eric exclaimed. “Oh my god, I am so excited. I loved it here when I last came here which is many years ago” you told him.  - You got to the park, it was just starting to get really busy as you parked up. “I am honestly so excited to be here. It feels like the old days when you would take me places in our first couple of months in our relationship” you put your arms round Eric’s arm. “Those were the good old days, I am glad we can do these things again” Eric smiled as he paid for the tickets.  “Are you going to win me a huge teddy?” you hinted as you stood by the stall. “Yes of course, but we can do that near the end. I don’t want you to have to carry it when I obviously win it” Eric cockily replied you.  “What ride do you want to go on first baby?” you asked him. “Are you even allowed to go on any rides? You know they have a height limit. You short arse” you playfully smacked him on the chest. “Cheeky. Yes I can go on any ride” Eric wrapped his arms around your body, kissing you down the neck.  “Let’s get on the water ride, that yellow thing. You’ll enjoy seeing me in a wet t-shirt right” Eric smirked. “What is wrong with you today? You are so horny. I do enjoy you in a tight shirt don’t worry” you smirked.  The ride was amazing, despite how absolutely soaked you both got. “I don’t think that was a good idea. I feel like I have wet myself” you laughed. “Are you sure you haven’t?” Eric teased. “Shut it! You are in the weirdest mood today and I kind of love it when you are like this” you laughed at him.  “You love everything about me, don’t try and lie about it. I am the man of your dreams” Eric grabbed your hand. “Always Eric Dier, you know me too well”  “Let’s go on one of the bigger rides and then get food. I do not fancy throwing up while on a ride because you know that’s grim” you laughed. “Yes good idea. If you were sick I would probably leave you to deal with it” you smirked. “Oh thanks babe, such the supportive network I need” Eric winked. “Don’t worry babe, I am always here” you smirked.  “You are going to be so scared on this ride aren’t you” Eric laughed as you stood in the queue. “Oh my god, we aren’t going at the front row” you nervously asked as Eric pulled you and took you to the front of the ride. “I hate you” you growled as you held his hands while the bar went down. You screamed the whole way down. “Oh my god, oh my god” you kept repeating over and over again. The drop at the end of the ride when the smoke went up while on Oblivion was the worst thing.  As soon as you get off, you felt dizzy. “Oh my god Eric, I feel so dizzy. Hold me please” Eric let you cuddled into his arms. “It is okay baby” he kissed you. “We have only been on a few rides and I am so tired. Can we go and get some food please?” you pouted.  - Eric and you headed to get so much food. You both got pizzas and stuffed your faces. While you decided where you wanted to go do next. “So let’s do loads more rides. Then we can win some toys while we get doughnuts for the ride home” you nodded.  After going on numerous rides, you were so happy but also extremely tired. “Now lets go and win that cuddly toy for you” Eric smirked as you headed to the stall with the huge fluffy Disney characters.  “Come on baby, you got this” you grinned as Eric threw the ball hitting all the pins down on his first go. “Yes, see I told you I would do it for you” you laughed as you chose your toy. You chose a huge piglet as it was so cute. “Now lets go get doughnuts now” you told him as he took the toy.  “Thank you for such a special day today. I have really loved today at Alton Towers. It has been so amazing. I love you” you kissed him on the lips. “Aww no problem, I am so happy you enjoyed it too” you kissed him again.  “Let’s make this a day out all the time, I feel like we don’t get too have such fun days out again. I am honestly so happy that you loved today because I really did too. I found it hilarious as you screamed like a girl on all those rides and it is absolutely hilarious I loved it. Thank you again Eric” you headed back to the car. 

[footballffbarbiex]

Oh boy the angst 😭

But I loved it! Thank you so much for participating x

EX - Jadon Sancho

{this is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge, Hope you enjoy}

Everyone once in their life meets that one person who they can see having a happy life with but you just didn’t met at the right time. And for some reason life wasn’t going to give you that happy ending, because you were going in different directions and just hope that if you let them go you will meet again.

For Jadon that was YN, everyone could see just how much he was in love with her, and how much she had swept him off his feet. They had been together for a little over two and a half years before it just didn’t work, they were both being pulled in two apart and hardly had time for eachother. Jadon tried his best but YN would hardly want to see him, and when she did it was as if she wasn’t really there. That was gut wrenching for Jadon, he wanted to make it work but it was very clear she had given up on them.

A year had gone by and he could think about her without wanting to rip out his heart. His mind went straight to her when he felt everything in his hotel suite shake making him realise LA was having another earthquake. His mind instantly wondering what she was doing, whether she had woken up from the quake, whether she was alone. If she didn’t even feel it, maybe she was in a back of a taxi drunk with some friends, and she’ll laugh it off in the morning that she didn’t even feel it. He looked out of his window that over looked the city of angels and couldn’t help but wonder where she was.

The next day Reiss and Jadon went out and decided to go for lunch together. That was when he found YN, he couldn’t help but notice just how much she was looked exactly the same. Her big smile on her face as she walks in with her phone pressed up against her ear. Her face was still soft with a her soft eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Memories came flooding back, remembering just being with her was like he was in heaven. How she could make him all the emotions but felt them 100 times stronger.

He remembered all his fans saying how adorable they were together and they right. Good on paper and picture perfect, but for most of their relationship they were painting over the cracks and barely even sleeping under the roof, let alone the same bed and when they did, they slept with their backs towards eachother and there was nothing but coldness.

He felt his heart begin to race as her eyes met his, she raised her brows at him as she noticed him smile at her. He stood up and walked towards her.

‘YN’ and ‘Jadon’ left their mouths at the same time, with them both smiling.

‘I didn’t think you’d want to talk to me’ her eyes were soft. ‘I wouldn’t blame you for hating me’

He shook his head tutting. ‘I don’t hate you, I couldn’t if I wanted to’

They both looked to the side where Reiss was who had just scoffed. He realised that you both heard, Jadon turning back to YN and asking if she could sit down with him. They sit in a booth opposite eachother, them both looking at eachother awkwardly hoping the other would speak first.

YN hated herself, she knew just how much Jadon loved her, everyone would gush at the way he would hold her hand or look at her with hearts in his eyes. He hated how much she hurt she put him through, and hated that just how much he let her. Alway shrugging off her drunken mistake or silly argument because she apologised and she was scared to lose him and because he loved her he always gave a smile and telling her it was fine.

‘I don’t know if my apologies would even mean jack but I really do mean it when I say I’m sorry for the way I treated you’ she says softly. ‘It was toxic and all I was doing was hurting you and thinking I could get away with it’

He stays quiet making her tear filled eyes look at him. ‘You know what hurt me the most, was everyone thought that you were somebody else, that you were this cold heart bitch, I think you even convinced yourself’ he says lowly. He shakes his head. ‘But I know your heart YN, and I know your not like that, I know you’

He reaches over and holds her hand, they both squeezing gently. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t the person you wanted me to be’ he whispers. ‘And looking back I should of known that’

He watches as her lip quivers. ‘I still love the bones off you, you know that’ he whispers. ‘I know and you know that it’s best to just drawn a line in the sand but I don’t want to lose you forever’

The two talked for another few hours, Reiss even leaving and returning with Del and they were still talking. They both couldn’t deny that they enjoyed being back with one another, it was as if no time had passed for them. They caught up with eachother of their families and listened to stories that they had missed out on.

You’re the best thing I’ve ever had, but also the worst thing, and that fucks with my head. Jadon couldn’t help but think it as he looked at the girl he was ready to settle down, but she just put his heart in a blender and left him without any warning.

But how much of a friend can an ex really be?

[footballffbarbiex]

I loved sassy James at the start, living for that!

But why does his dumb ass have to mess it up when he was going to have it good with her?? He better treat her right now 😭😭

I want them to be happy together *sobs* I loved this!

Fake Love? - James Maddison

{this is for @footballffbarbiex writing challenge, Hope you enjoy}

Fake dating. It’ll be fun, they said. It’ll help your career, they said. Just a simple 12 month deal to help your profile, they said. What was the worst that could happen?

For England newbie James Maddison and IG model baddie YN, they were both known for the bad press which was giving them a bad representation. Both agents wanting to help their clients and have some better reviews and take from the stupid stories that they aren’t proud of.

When the two met they instantly didn’t like eachother, YN didn’t want a football who she had to fake date. Her agent could of picked anything else but she HAD to choose a air head footballer. James muttering a small ‘how is me dating someone who get paid to do nothing but get her kit off going to help my reputation?’ He sassed to his agent.

They had a plan, that they would follow eachother and start liking eachothers posts and then start comment very subtle flirty comments. Then they would start hanging out and sharing it with their followers for the eagle eyed fans that the guys were together. YN started to go watch the foxes in her #10 Maddison jersey. A few fan accounts getting videos and photos of her kitted out as she sat in the box with some friends and cheering for her new man. For the public you were very loved you and fans even had a ship name for you even though you had gone IG official.

As soon as they were alone they were so cold to eachother, in hotels James would take the sofa while YN would take the bed. Neither of them speaking a word to eachother. Or one getting annoyed by the other one and caused an argument which the two just aimed insults at eachother.

The agents were very much the middle guys to get all the cute things out for the press to think that this was going to be the new IT couple. First Posh and Becks, then Cheryl and Cole, then Perrie and Ox and now YN and Madders. James agent ordered some roses which he just simply signed ‘JM❤️’ and delivered them while YN was on set. Because she were on set with other models she had to play up the cute in love girl.

And when James got made to turn up on set he wasn’t too thrilled, he watched as YN did her thing in some lacy thong and worked for the camera while James was too busy eating from the fruit bowl. YN walked over to him still in the lingerie set, her eyes looked around before she launched herself into him which took him by surprise but he hugged back. They both counting in their hands before pulling away. She mutters she won’t be long and then making a quick exit, James finding himself staring at her, admiring her body, but quickly looking away.

James decided to take her to his favourite restaurant, where you would often find him, even so that the waiters had a booth ready for him and his friends and knew the three kinds of orders he’d make. He just having to put up a certain amount of fingers up and they’d know what he wanted. The two sat in the booth together and they instantly started to talk, James having an urge to get to know more about the stunning girl.

They were both surprised just how much they were alike, they even thinking that they’d be good friends if they met out of different circumstances. YN was practically the boy verison of James.

‘What if they hate me...’ she says softly.

James reaches out and takes her hand. ‘Then they’ll have to answer to me’ he smiles, seeing the vulnerable side of her.

Them both feeling completely comfortable around eachother, the two in their own little bubble they didn’t even notice anyone else around them.

The two of them started hanging out more and even started to enjoy spending time with eachother. They both put out a photo to go ‘IG official’ with fans instantly gushing about how good the two looked. YN was seen more at the King Power stadium and even getting a few cheeky kisses from the model and the fox. Her little hug as she wished him good luck, felt real as he feel butterflies appear in his stomach as he feels the little squeeze.

They started hanging out more, with the line of fake dating and being friends getting more and more blurry. They found snuggled up on the sofa as they watched Friends, her fingers tracing over his chest while he found himself watching her and can’t help but take in her beauty. And often kissing her forehead, they often show little signs of affection even though their wasn’t anyone to fake it too, as if they were in the West End show. Whenever the two went out they would act all goofy with YN skipping with her bubble tea in her hand wearing one of James’ hats, many a fan stopping them and taking a photo of the two and everyone gushing that you are made for eachother.

A few months had went by and YN arrived at James’ house to have their normal Monday Mexican night where they eat tacos and watch Narcos. She did her knock, which was like a code to him knowing it was her. She heard a voice with James trying to hush her. He opens the door and finds him in his boxers as he quickly gets himself dress. YN looks over his shoulder and sees the small petite girl.

‘Sorry I have I interrupted’ she mutters, hurt very much in her eyes, she hands him the food. ‘Enjoy your evening’ she says before walking off.

The next day James got a bollocking with his actions could or ruined everything, he even telling him to not fuck it up as he could see how much his colleague liked her. James tried to call her to apologise but she seemed to avoiding him like the plague, which he didn’t blame her for.

...

A few months went by and they were very much back at square one, only communication for public and luckily YN was out of the country so she didn’t have to see him much. Just a few soppy posts with him sending you flowers.

It wasn’t until he saw her again at Wembley for his debut when he realised his feelings. Seeing her in his jersey with his name and number, he realised that she was exactly the type of girl he wants in his girlfriend.

She stays away from him, he catches up with her and they both just stare in eachothers eyes as if they were having a conversation in their mind. He gently caresses her cheek and kisses her softly making it feel 1000x better than all the others they have shared together.

‘I love you’ he whispers againsts her lips.

Fake love, very much turning into real love.

[footballffbarbiex]

I adore a friends to lovers and this was super sweet and adorable!

Thank you for participating bb!

Sergi Roberto

Confessing Feelings For The First Time

For @footballffbarbiex writing challenge 

enjoy x

She sprinted towards him as soon as he appeared out of the gate, “Sergi!” She squealed, he looked up and grinned, dropping his bags on the floor and holding out his arms to her. She crashed into him at full speed, sending him stumbling backwards and cursing under his breath as he tried not to fall over. “I missed you,” she mumbled and he just hugged her tightly, two weeks was an awfully long time to go without seeing your best friend, she’d discovered, and she hadn’t even been able to FaceTime him due to the time difference and her work. Gerard walked past them and scoffed, he opened his mouth to say something stupid (as usual) and she pulled away and glared at him. “Fuck off, Geri, before you say something you’ll regret.” Gerard looked a little taken aback but he grinned and shrugged and walked off. “That was a bit harsh, don’t you think?” Sergi asked, picking up his bag and slinging an arm around her shoulders as she grabbed his suitcase. “You know what he was going to say,” she huffed and he chuckled, “the same as what they all say, ‘ooh you two should date’. I thought you’d got used to that now.” She laughed at his mocking, high-pitched voice and smiled up at him, “you know I’m bad about being teased,” he flicked her ear and smiled, “that’s what makes it so enjoyable.” She glared playfully at him, he just laughed and punched her shoulder, following her to her car and climbing in. 

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