I Only Care About You (Michael Carrick) -COMPLETED-

Chapter 5.

Me and Michael both looked at each other before starting to run in the immediate direction of Starbucks. Of course, Michael won and I was left to be laughed at by him as we sat down at a table.

‘’The usual?’’ I asked him whilst heading to the counter.

He nodded, ‘’please’’. Again, we visit Starbucks often so we take it in turns paying and it happened to be my turn now.

I ordered the usual which was porridge and hot chocolate for both of us. I paid and then went back to sit opposite Michael.

‘’so, tell me about you’re past experiences at Madrid’’ I started conversation

‘’well, they’re all about tricks. It’s a difficult game to win, especially with the likes of Ronaldo, he’s the one to watch’’ Michael took a sip of his hot chocolate, gaining a spot of cream on the end of his nose. I stifled my laughter.

‘’what?’’ he grinned. I shook my head and used a napkin to wipe his nose clean. , ‘’cheers’’ his smile faded.

‘’There’s something I need to tell you about Real players though…’’ he started

‘’which is…’’ I motioned for him to go on

‘’they’re all man whores. They use women for sex whenever they can. They’ll use their sweet accent and charming ways to get you. I’m only telling you this because I care about you. Please don’t fall into their trap’’ he looked at me with a caring look in his eye

I shook my head. ‘’I won’t, I never would’’. His smile grew back.

‘’good, I just don’t want you to get hurt’’. I blushed at this and looked down and ate my porridge.

‘’Mind if I gate crash? I have no friends’’ Patrice came and threw himself on the chair next to me. I smiled at him. He was truly hilarious.

‘’not at all’’ I said. He winked at me.

‘’great, so what were you guys talking about?’’ Me and Michael looked at each other and then to Patrice.

‘’I was telling Alice about the dangers of Real Madrid men’’ Michael explained, Patrice got comfy in his chair

‘’ah the Real Madrid men. Man whores. All of them. Avoid them at all costs, they’ll do anything to get you into bed, trust me’’ Patrice rolled his eyes

‘’I won’t, I’m not stupid’’ I said

‘’well…’’ Michael said

‘’hey!’’ I lightly punched him in the arm

‘’yeah, that was mean!’’ Patrice said, slapping Michael’s head, causing me to laugh out loud.

I went on my phone whilst the boys were talking. I decided to check my twitter. I had over 100 tweets sent to me about me and Michael.

‘@daisy_mufcX: are you okay? What’s going on with you and Michael?’

‘@LucasUnited: You better not ruin Michael before he plays tomorrow.’

‘@Anniehere: Michael is my favourite player so keep your filthy hands of him.’ She had tagged a picture of me and Michael hugging the other day. What have I done wrong? I shook it all off and tried to forget about it. I put my phone away when Patrice stood up.

‘’you alright?’’ he asked me

‘’yeah, yeah I’m fine’’ I weakly smiled and stood up

‘’FLIGHT 107 IS NOW BOARDING AT GATE 4, I REPEAT FLIGHT 107 IS NOW BOARDING AT GATE 4, THANK YOU’’ the tannoid echoed around and a sudden shuffle of feet came in our direction. I looked behind me and saw gate 4. I guess it’s time.