I woke up the next morning, Jacks words still ringing in my ears. He called me princess? I blush profusely as I readjust my messy bun, hoping I see jack again today. As I'm about to leave my room to watch the boys train again, I catch a glance of myself in my mirror, I'm just so ugly. What could he ever see in me?
I remembered I had to pick and outfit for training today, awakening my anxiety. Do I go casual? Or do I wear an England top with Grealish on the back? I chose Grealish hoping he wouldn't mind.
I hope jack likes it.
The first person I see on the pitch is slabhead. I rolled my eyes sarcastically. My anxiety lessens when I see him. Jack. My huge crush. Looks over and gives me a dashing grin, one that makes me weak in the knees. "Hey Y/n did you sleep okay?" he asks as he jogs over.
"N-not to bad" I stutter in return. He goes to say something but is interrupted but Gareth, my wonderful father, calling them over for practice. After warm ups, they play a small match, Jack is on top form as usual. I just can't believe what impeccable player he really is. Who knew a 26 year old could have such talent? I watch jack perfectly executed the most exquisite nutmeg human kind has ever seen, I almost moaned. He is unreal.
Suddenly, I see a bleach blonde scalp strutting towards me. Phil Foden. " hey, y/n right?" I gulp, he may be small but damn, he's intimidating. "That's my name, don't wear it out!" I smile, my stutter that I have with jack seems to have vanished. I wonder why?
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to my party tonight?" He asked. I smile, tucking my hair behind my ear, "I would love to, what are we wearing?" I asked.
"Your tightest dress babe," he says winking at me.
I smirk. "See you at 8."
YOU ARE READING
The guy with the beat haircut on the england team
Romanceyou meet Phil and get asked to go to his party.
