Football Imagines

Erling Haaland | ii

This a request by alicecreate3 They just wanted something where Erling was jealous of Mbappé, everything else was up to me.
Little summary: the reader also is a football player, and they are constantly doing photoshoots with Mbappé due to both of them working with Nike, making Haaland jealous.
Hope you like it! 💜
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"They are here!"

"What?"

"The photos from my latest Nike campaign! Come, let's check them together."

"Ok" Erling sighs, letting himself fall next to me.

"If you keep doing that, we'll be needing a new sofa rather sooner than later" I chuckle.

"Yeah" he mutters.

"Let's see if they chose the photos I liked. There was one with a blue tracksuit that looked magazine worth it" I say, opening the email I was sent. "This is so exciting!"

I keep scrolling through the photos, commenting on them, Erling only answering with monosyllables.

"Thank you for the support, darling" I say, rolling my eyes.

"You're welcome."

"You're welcome" I snort. "This is huge, Erling. I'm part of the biggest campaign of the season next to some of the best athletes out there, and the only thing I've gotten from you is a bunch of yeahs."

"I'm really proud of you."

"I'm really proud of you" I repeat, trying to sound as lifeless as he has. "You know, maybe when they say that you are a robot, they are right. You just showed no emotions."

"Sorry. But I am really proud of you, I truly am" he says with a shy smile.

"Then why doesn't it feel like it? It's like we were talking about what you wanted for dinner instead of a career goal for me."

"I'm sorry" he repeats. "It's just that..."

"Just what?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why him?"

"What?"

"Why do you always have to take photos with him? Don't they have other players?"

"Erling... Are you jealous of Mbappé?" I laugh.

"No! I mean... I just don't understand why it always has to be him. Why not... Mount? Or someone from Real Madrid or Barça? Isn't Lewandowski with Nike too? You could do the campaigns with him."

"And you would get jealous of his abs."

"Nah..."

"Are you sure?" I tease him.

"Pretty sure. Haven't you seen mine?"

"Oh, I have. I definitely have" I smile. "But why are you jealous of Kylian, then?"

"I don't know... But they are constantly comparing us, seeing who scores more goals, who wins more trophies, talking about who is gonna be the next football star... And seeing you with him all the time, having fun on those shoots and at the events..."

"Are you afraid I may leave you for him?"

"What? No. He isn't your type."

"My type is stupid big blonde guys, you are right" I laugh.

"Meh meh meh" he says, sticking out his tongue.

"If it isn't that, then what is it?"

"I don't know."

"You are being so helpful here..."

"I'm sorry. But it's like... Like he is always there, on everything I do related to football and my career, you know? And you are this thing that is only mine, like something that is just for me..." he sighs, sinking a bit more on the sofa. "God, that sounded so possessive, like I own you or something... But that isn't what I meant. You know it, right?"

"I do" I say, taking his hand on mine.

"This relationship, us..." he says, looking at our hands. "It is something between you and I. Something no one else is part of. But when you are on those shoots and events with him, it feels like he is also being part of it like happens with everything else. It's like I can't have anything of my own anymore without him also being part of it. Like he is here, in our house. In my home. Because..."

"Because?" I ask, squeezing his hand and encouraging to keep talking.

"Because you are my home" he says, finally looking me in the eyes. "You are the person I can always go to if I've had a bad day, if something has gone wrong. You make me feel safe, cared for, calm. As if nothing bad can happen as long as we are together. And I don't need Kylian fucking Mbappé also being part of that."

"Aww, Erling" I say, hugging him. "I'm sorry you've felt like that."

"And I'm sorry for being such a jerk and not telling you sooner."

"There is one way to fix this, tho."

"You singing for Adidas?" he chuckles.

"No" I say, rolling my eyes and moving to look at him. "We can end our deal."

"Our deal?"

"Yes, the one we agreed on when we started dating. The one about not doing campaigns or photoshoots of any kind together, to not mix our careers with our personal lives. If we ignore that, they will definitely put us together on the next shoot. Besides him, you are their other star, but you also happen to be my boyfriend, and couples doing things together always sells."

"Are you sure? What if it makes things worse?"

"This, your jealousy and insecurities every time I'm next to Kylian, is what is making things worse."

"And I don't like feeling like that. Or the things I've thought."

"Good. Then let's call our agents and tell them our deal is over. But first, let's go sofa shopping."

"What?" Erling says, laughing for the first time since he sat next to me.

"You keep sinking lower and lower on this one, and I fear that instead of breaking it, what you will break is your back. It is too small for you, we need a bigger one. And besides, when we cuddle while watching tv, I'm always thinking I may end on the floor if I move a little."

"I would never let you fall" he says, hugging me again. "Just how you aren't letting me fall right now."

"We have each other's backs."

"We do" he smiles.

"I love you, Erling."

"I love you too."