Premier league imagines

Andy Robertson

I was having a night out in Glasgow, Scotland, with some of my friends tonight.

We arrived at a club and sat down at a booth. It was packed with people, but one thing that stood out to me was the dance floor, I loved to dance.

"Anyone want to go dance with me?" I asked my friend group, to which they all said no. I scoffed and went onto the dance floor on my own.

There was a guy behind me trying to impress a girl he was talking to, but his dance moves were awful, but before I knew it he had elbowed me in the forehead pretty hard and I was on the floor.

"Ouch!" I shouted, holding the place he had hit me.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry, are you okay?" He asked me, sounding pretty concerned for me.

"Not really" I said, whist he helped me up.

"Uh I'll get you some ice" He said in his thick Scottish accent. I heard him get some ice out of a random glass and wrap it in a napkin and then put it in my head.

"Oh uh thanks" I said when he put it on my head.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked me, sweetly.

"Yes" I said with my eyes closed.

"I'm really sorry" He said, looking like he acctually felt bad, but all I was focussing on was how attractive this guy was. "I'm uh Andy by the way" He said a little nervously.

"Well it's nice to meet you Andy, I'm Y/n" I said with a smile.

A/n
This is so short, sorry :(