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decisions ~ jack grealish 1

it was another aston villa match, and at the current moment jack was still trying to decide whether he would be transferring to manchester city or staying at villa. "y/n, i don't know what to do." he complained as we arrived at the stadium. "do what you feel is going to better your career." i told him, sending the man a reassuring smile. "now go do what you do best, i'll be watching the whole thing." i smiled at him. jack nodded, giving me a quick kiss before catching up to a couple of his team mates.
it was coming up the last minutes of the match and jack had just scored. he smiled, celebrating with his team, before looking for me in the stands. he grinned when he saw me, winking at me before continuing on with the game. villa won the game, and i knew that jack would come back even more torn than before he began the match.
"we won! did you see that goal?" he grinned as he ran towards me. when he reached me, jack lifted me up, spinning me round. "we won!" he cheered, placing me down on the floor as i laughed. "come on, let's get you home." i smiled, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
i was sat on the sofa, scrolling through my social medias, when jack walked in, his mood had switched up significantly. "what do i do?" he asked, plonking himself down on the sofa next to me. "i told you earlier jack." i sighed, putting my phone down. he huffed, laying his head in my lap, indicating for me to play with his hair.
"what will everyone at villa think though?" he questioned, clearly concerned for the others rather than himself. "they'd understand. you've all got to move on at some point." i told him. "but i don't wanna-"
"jack shut up." i stated. the man grumbled beneath me, clearly frustrated at me for interrupting his complaining. "you do you, grealish, got it?" i lectured. he nodded a yes at me, before closing his eyes. i leant back, sighing at the thought of how much the decision is stressing out the person i cared about the most. "you okay?" he asked from below me.
"yeah, why wouldn't i be?" i replied, causing him to sit up. "cos i can read you like a book, y/n." he smiled, reaching up to place his hand on my face, rubbing his thumb back and forth on my cheek.
"you need to make a decision, jack. cos it's weighing you down, but you can't think if everyone else when you make this choice. it's not affecting everyone else the same as it does you." i explained, leaning into his touch. he smiled. "it's cute that you care so much." i moved my head away from his hand.
"what the hell grealish, of course i care." i grumbled at him, hitting his chest, resulting in him chuckling at me.