Alyssa Watson is just your average physiotherapist at Manchester United. She has never lived life in the spotlight and her only ties to fame are her friends. What will happen when one day she meets her favourite footballer at a match?
Cristiano Rona...
I put down my make up brush and look at myself in the mirror. Perfect. I think to myself as I grab my brush and begin running it through my straight, blonde hair.
I stand up and pick up my dress from my bed. I pull it over my head, careful not to get any make up on it, and then pull it down over my body.
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(A/N - if you don't like this dress, feel free to picture another one ❤️)
"Wow!" I hear from behind me. I spin my head to see Cristiano stood in the doorway watching me. "You look stunning." He says walking over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Thank you. You look very handsome." I run my hand down his blue button up shirt. He has on black skinny jeans and black trainers. I wasn't lying he looks amazing right now. It's not really helping my crush.
I look up at him and we lock eyes. I get lost in those gorgeous brown eyes and start daydreaming about him and what we could be. To call this man my boyfriend would be the best thing to ever happen. He is truly amazing and I would be the luckiest girl if I ever got that privilege. I know that he would be loving and make as much time for me as possible even with football.
Just as I was about to lean in, he broke the silence, "So, are you ready to go? I think Brooklyn and Molly are ready."
"Yea, just give me one minute. You go wait with them and I will be out in a minute." I smile at him and he nods his head before turning and leaving me alone, embarrassed, in my bedroom.
I sigh and grab a perfume from my cabinet and spray it on my dress and I little on my wrists. I put on my black strappy heels that will match my make up since I have black liner on my eyes. Once they are in done up I stand and take the black clutch off my bed and put my phone, keys and money in it. I put in my lipgloss too and then leave my bedroom.
"Wit-woo!" My dad says as I walk into the living room. I give him a massive smile. I love my dad. Ever since I was little I have been a daddies girl. He has been there for me every step of my life and was my biggest supporter when I told him I wanted to move to Manchester to become a physiotherapist for Manchester United.
I remember his exact words when I first told him. "As long as we get good seats for free at games, do what you like." Being the life long United supporter he is, he was very happy when he found out.
My mum is amazing too of course and was extremely supportive. She is the one I went to growing up with all of the drama or arguments at school or within friendship groups. She was the one I trusted with everything. However, she was more heart broken. She always thought I would be the one child that would stay at home in Grimsby and not move away. But unfortunately for her, that wasn't the case.
My brothers also loved the idea. I have never really been extremely close with Josh but he is 8 years younger than me so it kind of explains it. I have always been close with Brook however. Since there is only a year between us, me and Brook did everything together growing up.
