Footballer Imagines (Premier League)

Don't take it out on me - DCL

"What's got into you tonight" you giggled, throwing yourself down in the sofa next to him, "take a guess" he huffed, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair, "we should've won that game fair and square and took the three points, their first goal was clearly offside and then that pen was a soft one, not to mention the ref was an absolute joke" he continued, rambling about the Everton defeat today. "Yeah but you played as well as you could" you reassured softly, moving to straddle his waist as he let out a small wince of pain, gripping thigh, "oh not to mention I've completely wrecked my hamstring" he harshly spoke as he shifted your body off him with a grunt. "No one can be sure of that yet, just wait till the scan on Tuesday I'm sure it'll be fine" you said, slightly annoyed by his tone of voice, "god well isn't it obvious and anyways what do you know you're not a fucking physio are you" he shouted as you gave him a blank stare, wondering how the hell he had the nerve to talk to you like that. "Look it was ONE loss alright, ONE stupid fucking loss, brush it off and get over yourself Dom because It's not my fault AND you don't get to treat me like a piece of shit over a game of football ok!" You said abruptly with a raised voice, getting off the sofa and storming off upstairs as he let out a sigh knowing he was going to be in dog house for a while.

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The rest of the night was spent avoiding him, sitting in the comfort of your own bedroom and wallowing in your own feelings with the office on the Tv trying to bring yourself a bit of laughter, Like all couples, the two of you argued (rarely) about the smallest and daftest of things and not once has it been about football, I mean he's had worse games than today's and never lost it with you like that so you had no clue what was going on with him. You were just about to close your eyes when you heard the door open and Dom quietly sneaked into bed next to you, probably hoping you'd just forgotten about the whole thing, as if, but you stayed stubborn, unwrapped his arms that were snaked around your waist and edged your body, that was pressed against his, towards the side of the bed before nodding off to sleep without his touch, which felt strange and you'd be lying if you said you slept well that night.

...the next morning wasn't much different, your petty side started to show and the silent treatment came out, ignoring his sad little "sorry's" and the pouty lip, you were even able to resist the simple little neck kisses he placed on you (which was always your weakness), at the end of the day it was the least he deserved and it's not like you were going to let him off the hook that easily. "I didn't mean it I swear" he whispered in your ear from behind as you let out a sarcastic laugh, "I was just angry at myself, not you, you're bloody amazing and I couldn't wish for a better girl in the world to call mine, I was kicking myself at the fact I said that to you, of course it's not your fault, I really am sorry" he continued, resting his head on your shoulder, "and I'm going to make it up to you properly" he promised. Letting out a deep sigh, you spun around to look him dead in the eyes, "I know you didn't mean it but it still hurt" you softly mumbled as he nodded, "I was just trying to comfort you and to be fair I know not the best at that but I didn't deserved to be talked to like that... however yes I accept your apology but you better take me on the best date of my life" you gently laughed as placed a hand on his heart, "of course, only the best for my girl" he swore as you pulled him in for a kiss ❤️