love me or leave me ||alexander-arnold

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"It's gonna feel weird going into anfield without dad for the first time." I say pouring myself a bowl of cereal.

"He's cheering Liverpool on from above. Fully kitted out and all."my mum laughs fondly.

"Marcel is coming at 11 so we can walk into town with the crowd. Match day atmospheres are always brilliant."

"That's fine, im going into the city with dianne anyway. We'll be watching from their house and cheering Trent on."

"Who would've known back when we were 6 year old kids messing around with a ball in the park that he'd be playing professional football one day?" I say.

"Always in trouble was young Trent. Speaking of Trent, have you seen him at all since you came back?"

"Nope. But then again I haven't seen him since 2017 mum, so it's not a big deal."

"I don't know, you were such good friends."

I shrug and put my bowl away.

"I'm going to go and get ready. It's 10 now so I've got an hour before I leave."

"Knowing you you'll need triple that amount of time."mum laughs.

I roll my eyes playfully and head upstairs.

About half an hour later I'm ready and downstairs, texting marcel.

Marcel
I'll be there soon :)

*act like it's the
best news you've
ever heard😋

WHY AM I
BEING LEFT
ON READ??

fine.be like that

I don't even care
anyway it doesn't
bother me🙄

Oh ok. I see
how it is

Im taking you
to anfield and you're
not even gonna bother
to answer to my texts?

By now I usually would've cracked and sent him a text back, but I'd forgotten how funny it actually is listening to him. He acts so offended and for what reason? It's not like I blocked him.

"Demi? I'm going out now! Remember to lock the door when you leave!"

I stand and head out to the front door where my mum is putting on her shoes.

"Yep, I'll lock up. I'm not sure when I'll be back, I'll text you a roundabout time."

"If I'm not here when you and marcel are back go across the road."

"Yep, ok!" I smile at her.

"Right I'm off. Have a good time baby." she gives me a warm hug and then opens the door.

"Bye!" I call after her, shutting the door.

I sit around while I wait for Marcel. I think of dad and how long it's been since I visited his grave. I don't want to go, not really but I have to. I'll cry for sure, so I'll go alone. I hate it when people see me cry, I look like a vampire. I reckon I'll be gone all of today, so I'll go tomorrow if I get the chance.

If we lose today I can imagine he'll put all of the angels above into a bad mood with his shouting at the players and manager and coaching staff and crowd and anything that breathes. Not even. I remember one time he blamed the grass at Stamford bridge for our loss. I smile at the memory just as the doorbell rings.

"Hello hello hello." Marcel looks me up and down and then smirks as he steps in.

"What are you grinning about now?" I ask laughing.