"hi y/n i'm jack grealish, the guy with the best hair in the england team!"
"Oh w-w-wow i-i-i can't believe it h-h-hey!" i didn't know where this new stutter had came from it's like he brought out a new side to me. only for him.
"Um y/n babe why are u stuttering? are you ok? do i need to call someone?"
"n-n-no i d-dont really know, BYE JACK". That was so embarrassing I ran as fast as my skinny model legs would take me. I couldn't believe I ruined that chance for myself. He must hate me now. And anyway why would he want a girl like me. I'm just Y/n i have double Ds ,i am a size 2, i am 5ft4, I have blue eyes, i tan easily and i have blonder hair, that is always in a messy bun . I'm literally ugly.
Jacks POV
there isn't one for him bcoz i don't think he has a point of view bcoz he simply does not have a brain sorry HAHAISJSKDN
Y/NS POV
I still can't believe that my dad ,Gareth , is making me watch the England team train. I'm so proud of my daddy. Jack is here today, my eyes couldn't leave his thick volumptious thighs, that were straining through his football shorts. Wow, i thought to myself, he really is a god. He hasn't seen me yet which honestly I am grateful for because i look a mess. I am wearing an oversized t-shirt and tight nike spandex shorts, companied with my signature messy bun. I would literally die if he saw me in such a state. Suddenly his honey brown orbs meet mine. I'm starstruck. Unable to move, I felt paralysed right to my core ( A/N not core as in a fan fic fanny i meant it as the saying). He smirks at me, the eye contact causing me too blush. I hope he likes what he sees, but I doubt it because after all I am just Y/N he's Jack Grealish, England's NO1 himbo, compared to that I'm nothing. I cant help but wish he was my little himbo.
All of a sudden I notice my dad calling my name.
"Y/N, Get over here I need to introduce you to my squad.". This is my worst nightmare. I gulp and force my feet to will me to where my dad stood. Suddenly all the boys turned. I even here a few gasp, probably gasping at my unruly messy bun, that had stray hairs falling around my face. "Y/N, introduce yourself please", my dad smiles at me almost like a silent sign of encouragement. Again I gulp, readjusting my bun, and prepare myself for talking in front of them all praying i didn't stutter. " H-Hi". I hear someone snicker at me. My cheeks flushing red. "Ummm, I'm Y/N. I'm your m-managers daughter and I-I think I'm going to be watching all of your sessions this season-n".
"YO why the fuck do you stutter like that, are you dumb". My cheeks reddening in embarrassment, tears threatening to spill.
"Slabhead, that's so out of order man", I force myself to look up and see my knight in shining armour was in fact the Himbo. My dad finally steps in and demotes who I now know is Harry Maquire, to bench for the next game. My dad finally introduces me to the rest of the team. A few stood out to me as good looking, for example Mason Mount, his eyes drawing me in from one simple glance.
I leave the boys to train, my mind wandering to 'slab heads' comment. I didn't mean to stutter, I just get terribly shy. I hear the taps of football studs on concrete and I glance to my left and see jack galloping towards me. "Hey", he says smiling . "Hi".
"Chin up princess, your crown is slipping. Ignore Slab he's ugly." And with that Jack looked me up and down flashed his signature smirk and turned away walking to join the other boys. Wow, what a himbo.
A/N
hi girly pops, I hope u rlly rlly rlly love the start to our new endeavour. we <3 mr winnah winnah chicken dinnah so thought we would show our love to you. hope u love it. if u don't ur literally an ugly slag.
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my little himbo
Hayran Kurgua himbo is hard to find. especially one of such a calibre as jack grealish. THE jack grealish. once you find one, never let them go.
