'Oi oi who's this' one of the boys asked as I stood next to Jack, his arm draped around my shoulders protectively bringing me closer to me.
'I'm Sage' I smiled, looking around at all the stunned faces and finally managing to locate Megan and Mason in the corner, both of whom had burst into fits of laughter at the hilarious scene before them.
It didn't take long for the rest of the boys to return to normal conversation and start messing around. Jack sat down at one of the booths and pulled me down onto his lap whilst he began to chat with some of the lads. I looked down at my lap and felt a vibrating from my pocket, reaching behind me to my back I pulled out my phone and opened it up. It was a new story with a picture of Jack underneath it, tapping on the story my screen was flooded with words and my stomach dropped at the title.
England super star Jack Grealish spotted with new mystery girl outside Cacti club in London!
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I read through the story which managed to detail every single part of my appearance including my eye colour! Thankfully there wasn't any picture of me only one of Jack at a football match with a braid in his hair which earned a chuckle from me. Jack must have sensed my laughter and stress as he kissed my cheek and broke conversation with the boys to focus back onto me.
'What's up?' He asked tucking stray pieces of hair that had fallen onto my face behind my ear again and pressing a kiss to my temple.
I showed him my phone and he huffed scrolling through the article himself, I could see him scanning each word and processing the information as he read it. To be quite honest I was hoping for more reassurance and comfort around the issue but instead I got quite the opposite.
'Why did I ever do that stupid braid' he groaned pulling his hands through his own hair and ruffling it slightly.
'That's what your concerned about right now? Your hair style?' I asked, raising my voice slightly and turning around to face him.
'Come on Sage' One of the boys started, who I now know to be Harry Maguire, 'you'd be pissed if that trim got plastered everywhere' he laughed earning a glare from Jack and a middle fingers. I couldn't help but smile at the banter they all had between each other, but that didn't take away the anxiety I was feeling about the press knowing about mine and Jacks situation.
Jack stood up and wondered over to the kitchen area of the bus grabbing himself a bottle of water and one for me, he placed them down on the table in front of me but stayed stood up for a while, stretching his legs out in front of him. I noticed one of the other boys coming up behind him with a massive blue scarf, it sort of looked like one of those noodles you'd go swimming with when your six. Unfortunately for Jack he hadn't noticed and was soon approached by Phil Foden and the noodle which was gracefully wrapped around his neck. Everybody began to laugh and stamp pictures as Jack stood now looking as though he had some sort of flea collar on.
