Rollercoaster • Jesse Lingard

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Waking up the next morning I don't dare look at my phone. Knowing Jesse posted the photo of us I already know people who I haven't spoke to for years are going to come crawling back to me, I can feel it. I quickly shower and get dressed before making my way downstairs. I want to be ready to get to the hospital as soon as I can.

"How did you sleep?" Jesse asks already sat on the sofa eating his breakfast.

"Not too bad considering. I think I was too exhausted to think about anything" I say making a cup of tea before sitting opposite Jesse "how's the reaction to your post been? I didn't want to look in case it was bad"

"A mixed bag really I can't lie. We've got friends who didn't know who are happy for us and obviously some people are confused then there's my fans being protective"

"Just say it Jess they're slating me. It's okay you can say it. That was what I expected and I don't want you to hide it from me just because of what is going on. They care about you" I say knowing the fans tend to have their heart in the right place, it just doesn't always come across in a good light.

"I don't want them to slate you or any girl for that matter just because of a relationship with me. If they care surely they'd just be like congratulations or I'm happy for you not she doesn't deserve you. You could do better Jesse" I can hear Jesse getting frustrated and I can honestly say I didn't realise how much he takes these comments to heart.

"Give me a few days until my grandad is at least out of a coma and I'll do a q&a with you. At least that way people might understand more if we give them our best excuse for how this is only just becoming public now" I don't particularly want to answer questions from anyone let alone strangers but if this gets people to stop I'll do it.

"You don't have to Rachel, you're dealing with enough as it is"

"Think like my grandad Jesse. He wouldn't want us to be stuck at home moping around" finishing my tea I put the cup into the sink. "We just need to be spotted out for appearances sake maybe an Instagram story but obviously not over kill. If we say we wanted to keep our relationship private we can't become over sharers in such a short space of time"

"You have a point actually I just feel like you could do without all of this right now"

"You're right I could but we've both learned from the best. That's all I have to keep telling myself Jesse. Think like my grandad and I'll get through this" having the strong Ferguson mentality I know I can handle most things that are thrown at me. I quickly explain to Jesse that I'm going to the hospital and have no idea what time I'll get back.

Arriving at the hospital I see the paparazzi waiting for a Ferguson and I'm sure they don't mind which one. I understand the public being concerned and wanting to know what's going on but what the paparazzi can't seem to understand is that we need to deal with this as a family first.  As I make my way to the front entrance I hear them shouting my name and I know it's questions about Jesse without even listening to them. They're like vultures.

"Morning" I say when I finally reach the private waiting area where my dad and uncle Mark are both sitting. They look exhausted after a full night at hospital "I know grandma made me go home but Jesus you both look rough"

"Thanks kid. Appreciate that" my uncle says with a yawn.

"How was it during the night?" I ask knowing they both stayed to be with my grandma.

"Stable and things are looking good. They brought him out of the coma slightly this morning. We got to see him awake but he got tired very quickly which they expected so they said they might try to wake him again in a few hours" my uncle explains and I'm gutted I missed my grandad awake.