love me or leave me ||alexander-arnold

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"It doesn't look good for Trent Alexander Arnold."

"Crunching tackle there from Matt Targett, catches Alexander Arnold right in the ankle and he's not showing any signs of getting up."

The commentary comes out from the TV blaringly loud. Trent's been lying on the ground clutching his ankle for what feels like an eternity. Dianne is leant forward watching anxiously while Tyler is sat back with his arms around his girlfriend Ella. I got introduced to her about 20 minutes ago when the game started. She seems sound.

Marcel doesn't seem too bothered, but then again he never is.

I watch in silence as the whole medic team comes over to see what's wrong with Trent. Robbo is stood over him talking to him. If only I could lip read.

"Seems to me that's the end of the afternoon for him, and a shame too because we're 16 minutes in and he's already got an assist."

"It was a brilliant cross to be fair, salah did well to finish, brilliant placement into the top left corner."

"How can they be talking about the goal now?" my mum shakes her head.

"Most of the world don't care as much as us about whether or not Trent's ok." Tyler says.

I say nothing. Trent is helped to his feet by two medics, who practically carry him off the pitch balancing on their shoulders.

"Hopefully he won't be gone for too long, he's a key player moving forward for Liverpool."

Dianne immediately goes to her phone, I presume to text Trent. I'm unsure of whether or not I should do the same so I leave it.

"He'll be fine." mam says hugging Dianne.

At half time I go outside on my own for a walk. Seeing a friend of yours in pain isn't a nice feeling. Especially when football is his life, and it doesn't look like Trent will be playing for a while. I can already imagine how irritable he's going to be.

It's windy and starting to get cold so I head back towards the house.

"Demi! No way!"

I raise my eyes to see a girl around my age in a Liverpool top waving at me from across the street. She has short bleached hair and a lot of eye makeup on.

"Hello?" I say, with the lilt people add to their voice when they're not sure who they're saying hi to.

"You don't recognise me? Well it's been a while and I have changed a bit. It's me Mia? Trent's old girlfriend from school?"

"Oh hi! Yes of course hey! Woah you look different!"

"Yeah, changed a bit since my school days. How're you anyway, haven't seen you since- well practically since we left school!"

"Yeah I've been in New York modelling, come back to do it at home now."

"Yes I see your Instagram all the time, your really living the life!"she laughs good naturedly.

"How about you, how're you doing?" I ask.

"Yeah I'm ok, doing law at uni still. Back for the weekend then it's off to Manchester again."

"That's great, how long left?"

"This is my last year. I've no idea what comes next for me thiugh."