i love her - scott mctominay

58

We had just drew 1-1 at the Hawthorns. A disappointing result, but we have to move on.

It was deadly silent on the bus back, but Marcus closed that chapter. "Ooh, Scotty, following your ex on Instagram?"

Oh, God. Here we go again. She was checking up on me, that's all. Thanks, Marcus, you're going to cause a barrier between y/n and me.

"Huh?" I spoke, looking at y/n, then Rashford, who was on the other aisle but the same row.

"You're following your ex, Millie Doze. She dated you, went on holiday with you, saw your Wolves goal live away? Does that ring a bell?"

"Yeah..." My cheeks were burning under this mask.

"You weren't following her before now. Well, is there something you need to tell us?"

"Ooh, Scotty got back with his ex!" Dan James joked about.

"Wow, Scott, wasn't expecting that," Luke Shaw echoed.

"We're just friends, guys, come on. Is there an issue with that or something?" I attempted to defend myself.

"One, the 'just' part of the 'we're just friends' doesn't hold up your defences, and two, if you were friends beforehand, surely you would be following her before now?" y/n explained. Clearly, she's on Rashford's side on this one. Woo.

"That's a good point," Marcus stated. "And she's following you back, the first time since you broke up. There's something definitely going on there."

"We've been talking, that's all."

"Again, the 'that's all' isn't saving your case, Scotty," y/n told.

"Well, we're not dating," I scoffed. "Relax guys,"

y/n faded away from us. It was like her body was there, but her mind somewhere else.

"Y/n, er, y/n. Earth to y/n." I waved my hand in front of her face, the pair had now reunited.

"What?"

"You okay?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess. Just that you never told me you were talking to your ex. I suppose I wasn't expecting that."

"Scotty keeping secrets from his manager!" Someone stirred.

"I mean, it does explain why whenever I walk into a room your phone suddenly falls into your pocket, or you avoid the question of me asking what you were looking at. Also, it explains why you were always smiling at your pho-"

"Wel-"

"Don't interrupt me. I wasn't finished. Is this why you've been scoring so much? For her? Has this made you turn into a man no one was fully expecting? You do also realise that this could have affected your game massively? By making it worse?"

"Yes."

"I asked multiple questions. That doesn't really give me an answer. To any of them. Care to elaborate?"

"Will you just shut up, now? You're being a bitch,"

Gasps and silent murmurs filled the bus. I acted as if nothing had happened, but my heart nearly broke. What was I doing?

"How much?"

"W-"

"How much is your funeral? Because your opinion is already dead to me."

I didn't dare respond. God knows how much ice I would be needing then.

The bus was silent bar a few gasps, so y/n continued.

"Be careful, Scott. Don't call me a bitch again, as with it coming from someone who is one of the few people I fully trust, it stings more than a bee. Do you understand, Mr McTominay?"

"Yes," I whispered, slumped in my chair.

"A bit louder for those in the back,"

"Yes," I said loudly. My eyes were glossy, but I can't cry in front of y/n. I become an absolute mess, she can't see that.

I just pray that we can figure this out, as the sky is beginning to look grey.

When we got to Carrington, I said bye to the boys and went home in my car. I don't know what will happen next, but I hope that we'll be alright.