Football Imagines (England players mostly)

Memories -Phil Foden (Very short)

I was sitting on the couch, Phil by my side and we were both flipping through the pages of the scrapbooks I made during high school, which contained almost every picture I took and developed. One of them had only pictures of Phil and me, another had pictures of my best friend, Cara and me. Cara was an amazing best friend but she, unfortunately, passed away in a really bad car accident while coming home from work. It made me sad every time I looked at our photos together but life was, indeed, a tragedy. We were both looking at memories we made three years ago, laughing at some and crying at some. 

I remember my freshman year when I was walking through the halls of the school, I used to be really insecure about my clothing style. I wore really baggy jeans, oversized tops, hoodies and sweaters. I was worried everyone was judging me, even if they were smiling at me, or just walking past me. But Cara was there by my side, and eventually, Phil. Like many people, I went through a tough time adapting to high school. I thought of wearing dresses to school, but during these days, I felt even more insecure. I had no boyfriend at that time, I only had Cara. 

I was now rocking the way I dressed. I was no more worried about what people thought about me because that's how society is; they judge you today behind your back and tomorrow they just suddenly love you for the way you are and they want to be your friend. 

When Phil stepped into my life, he taught me how to love myself for the way I am and how to not care about how other people think about me. 

I was looking at a picture of Cara and my eyes started filling with tears. "Are you okay, are you crying, love?", Phil asked. I nodded 'no' in response and he continued looking at the pictures. He suddenly smiled at a picture I took of him at the riverside when he was shirtless from a bath in the river and his hair still wet. He was grinning wide in the photo. "I never thought one day, I'd look back at these photos like they would never happen again. I miss these times I had fun not even caring about anything else, now it's changed; it's football I care about", he said then turned and smirked again," and you", he added which made me blush a little bit for a moment then I kept looking at others. Every picture was telling a story. When did time pass by so quickly, like sand falling out of one's hand? 

A/N: This one is super short, I know. But let me know if my writing was good, or if I made any mistakes. I'll try to correct them I swear. And I'd be very happy if you guys could just hit the star button to support the book. 
Also, the book cover was inspired by @mountsbby Please go check her stories,I am sure you'll love them.