Footballer imagines

Marcus rashford- lover

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.

Marcus was your best friend and has been for years, you two never went further then best friends despite your closeness.

You stayed at Marcus' place often as you enjoyed each other's company, you had been there all day whilst he was at training.

"I'm back" his voice shouted as he walked through the door into the kitchen where you was sitting on the island 

"What you doing up there" he laughed at you as he put his bag down

"Not sure" you laughed back

"Marcus" you asked

"Yeah" he said looking at you

"Can we always be this close forever and ever" you said

He laughed "obviously, why wouldn't we be" he walked over so he was now facing you leaning on work top opposite you

You two held eye contact for a while

"Do you need to tell me something" he questioned

"Umm no why" you replied

"Your face, you look like you need to say something" he replied

You both stayed silent for a few more minutes looking at each other

He moved forward walking closer to you

He was now standing between your legs and you was still sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"You never gave me a hug yet today" he said putting his arms around your waist

"Sorry" you laughed putting your arms around his neck in return

He soon pulled away and looked at you in the eyes.

"Tell me" he said

"Huh" you pretending to be confused

"Tell me" he said again not breaking eye contact

"I've loved you three summers now" you said quietly

Before you knew it a hand was on your chin pulling your head up to look at him before his lips gently pressed against yours.

He pulled away.

"Thank god" he smiled "I've loved you for ages, I need you with me every second of every day, I want you to live here with me and make it our place and I want every one to know your mine" he rambled on

"So cheesy rashford" you laughed pressing a small kiss onto his lips

"Yeah well I am your lover" he winked

"Don't ever say that again" you laughed