~𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿~

14

"YESSSSSSS!"

It had happened. It had finally happened.

England had thrashed their opposing national team and were through to the finals at last.

Afya couldn't believe her eyes - some of the boys were running out onto the pitch in celebration, others were just sitting on the field not believing what was happening.

And Bukayo?

He was on a whole damn new level.

Afya smiled when she saw him run around with Jude, clearly enjoying himself and feeling so energetic. It was wonderful to see him like this.

Bukayo stopped and turned to face his long time friend, and smiled once he saw she was cheering and clapping her arse off. So, he began walking to her.

And by that I mean he was full on sprinting - he couldn't wait to hear her reaction.

"What did you think of that then?" Bukayo asked, panting slightly. He had just sprinted, after all.

Afya smiled and reached over the barrier(as she was sat at the front) and gave him a massive hug, despite the fact that he was probably sweaty as fuck right now. It didn't matter.

"I am so so so so proud of you right now," she gushed. "You've done amazing! No wonder you get paid so much to do this, you're incredible!"

"Come down."

"What?"

"From the barrier." Bukayo smiled. "I wanna speak to you properly."

Following his request, Afya wedged around the excited people and walked around the barrier until she herself was standing on the pitch with him.

Once again, they entered into a loving hug, Afya rubbing his back.

She reached on her tippy toes to give him another kiss on the cheek, and Bukayo blushed.

"Stop it," he whined. "I'm in front of everyone, they can't know I'm whipped."

"So? Being whipped never hurt anyone."

Bukayo raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, well, not in that context. You know what I mean!"

"I'm just messing with you," the boy giggled. "Oh my days, I can't believe it! I-I-you know what? Can you kiss me on the cheek again to tell me if it's real or not?"

Afya folded her arms and feigned a look of being unimpressed. "I don't know," she yawned, looking at her nails.

"Worth a try. Wanna piggyback?"

Afya blinked. "Sorry what?"

"I was asking if you wanted a piggyback ride around Wembley," Bukayo laughed. "You up for it or-"

Afya had already cambered onto his back before he could change his mind. "Let's go then."

The pair travelled around the field, Afya's legs wrapped around Bukayo's body, and her arms around his neck. This meant he could walk around and clap to the fans, who seemed very interested in the new girl travelling with him.

"Hi Judy!"

Afya waved towards her new friend, who turned in mid convo with another player and smiled. He waved back.

"Hi Gertrude!" he greeted.

Afya scrunched up her face. "Gertrude?" she asked in confusion.

"Well, I was gonna call you Fifi but then I figured Bukayo probably calls you that. So I took the next letter in the alphabet, G, and I didn't like GiGi, so I chose Gertrude!"

Jude smiled at his own working out and considered himself to be a genius. The player stood next to him looked so concerned.

"Alright then," he said, a bit worried. "B, who's the lucky lady?"

"Mason, this is Afya, my good friend. Afya, meet-"

"MASON MOUNT?"

Mason laughed. "That's me," he confirmed.

"Holy shit! You're literally one of my favourite Chelsea players. Well, apart from Callum and Tammy - he's gone to Roma now hasn't he?"

Mason nodded.

"Tell him I wish him the best. Anyways, I gotta run, I'm travelling with this guy. See you around!"

"Lovely to meet you Afya."

Bukayo was grumbling under his breath as they continued on their travels.

"What's up?" Afya finally asked, once it became too annoying.

"Nothing, just interesting how you use nicknames for my friends and not me."

"Oh come on! Is someone a lickle jealous right now?"

Afya leaned forward slightly so she could see his face, and squished his cheeks.

"Don't be jealous Kayo," she said happily. "Yes I'm good friends with Jude, and apparently going to be good friend with Mason, but that doesn't mean you're not on top of all of them. I love you the most, alright?"

Bukayo smiled brightly. "Thank you," he answered, and gently let her down. "Jesus, it's a bit hot, isn't it?"

Afya shrugged. "It's probably all that running you've done for the game."

"True. I think I'll just-"

He paused mid sentence and removed his shirt. "Take that off," he continued. "God, that feels better."

And looks better too, thought Afya, her eyes scanning his well toned body. Damn.

She had been stating for so long that Bukayo noticed and gave her a smirk. "Liking the view, are we?"

"Hmm? View? Yeah right."

"Cmon, don't lie to me, you know you liked it."

Avoiding commentary, the girl just embraced Bukayo in another hug. "Thank God I came to England, I'm glad I got to see this talent in real life."

"Me too," said Bukayo, hugging her back. "Me too."

Afya looked up into Bukayo's eyes, and suddenly felt a bit nervous. The maintaining of eye contact, which was usually so off putting for her, seemed to be the only thing her mind was fixated on.

Bukayo bit his lip as his eyes trailed around Afya's face, scanning her completely, before focusing on her eyes and lips.

"Fuck, I could kiss you right now," he mumbled under his breath, to which Afya responded with a roll of her eyes and a smirk.

"I'm not stopping you," she said softly, bringing a hand to his cheek.

"... So can I or nah?"

Afya giggled. "What do you think?"

"Juuuust checking."

Slowly, inch by inch, the couple began leaning into each other, both of them aspiring for the contact.

But of course, nothing was to go smoothly.

"BUKAYO!"

Bukayo hurriedly pulled away. "Sorry, I, um, have to go."

And then Afya's phone began to ring.

"Oh for fucks' sake," the girl mumbled. "Sorry, I'll catch you later?"

Bukayo said nothing but just nodded his head. "Sure."

The two then walked opposite ways before Afya answered.
"Bro, you just interrupted my moment."