footballer imagines

jamal musiala: really pretty

it was world cup season. my brother was the famous footballer kai havertz so you know it was stressful. he had a game at 1 p.m today against spain.

me and my mom were already in the stands, watching them warm up when i saw that my brother was trying to get my attention. he was pointing in the direction of the locker rooms so i assumed he wanted to talk. i left through the exit and walked all the way down the stairs and found the locker rooms. there was security so i showed them the card that kai had given me which told them that i was a relative and that i was aloud beyond this point. i opened the door and kai was sitting in his seat.

" what's up?"

" i'm nervous." he patted the seat next to him and i sat down, " we haven't really gotten off to a good start but i think i'm not to stressed."

" well it's ok to be stressed. just don't physic yourself out, you'll do great." i wrapped my arm around his shoulder and squeezed him. i stood up to notice that there was someone watching us the whole time.

" sorry." he said, " i didn't want to interrupt the intimate moment."

" ew jamal, intimate? she's my sister." i now knew who the boy was, jamal musiala. i'm pretty sure he was my age but i didn't know him that well.

" oh my bad. i forgot my water so," he walked over and picked up his water. " pretty sister by the way."

me and kai were both speechless as he walked out of the room. i barely knew him and he called me pretty. i mean he was super sweet but i was confused.

" you heard that too right?" i asked.

" yup, i'll talk to him about it later. i have to go finish warming up."

" ok have fun, love you"

" love you too." i pulled the door open and walked back out and up the stairs finding my seat again.

" mom you won't guess what just happened." i told her and filled her in about jamal, telling her that he said it totally out of the blue.

" well what do you think about him?"

" i don't know. he's cute but i barely know him you know?"

" yeah. he's good looking though." we both turned our attention to him on the field. he took notice after a while and waved to me. i waved back awkwardly. i didn't even know this boy but i knew that i already liked him. maybe just a little.

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germany had tied 1-1. it was an ok performance, not bad, not good. me and my mom were now downstairs near the entrance, caught in the crowd. eventually we worked our way back to where i had just been earlier. security let us through but not through the locker room. there was a couple more families of the players but not many. the locker room door opened and kai came out over to us.

" hey nice job." i high-fived him before my mom hugged him. we stood there talking with him for a couple minutes when i saw jamal with a man and women that looked awfully like him. i glanced over and saw him laugh, his smile gave me butterflies so i looked away back to my brother. there's no reason why i should be getting butterflies from my brother's teammates smile.

" when are you guys heading out?" kai asked.

" probably soon," my mom said looking at me to confirm,

" yeah sure."

" i'm going to go talk to coach really quick." my mom waved goodbye and went to go find hansi.

it seemed as though jamal's parents had left too, i already knew what kai was thinking before he did it,

" there's your chance." he whispered in my ear.

" what do you mean?"

" it's obvious you want to talk to him, i saw you look over a him. i don't mind if you like him."

" ok. what do i say?"

" just talk about your perfect self. now go," he shoved me and i walked over to jamal.

" hey," he turned around and immediately went red.

" oh hi," he scratched the back of his head.

" did you really mean what you said about me?"

" i mean yeah, your really pretty."

" aw thanks. what did you think about the game today? i think you did pretty good right?" i could tell he was nervous so i tried to steer the conversation in a different direction.

" oh yeah i guess. we could've planned better though i think."

" well i think you did great."

" thanks." my mom was back and was waving at me to leave, " hey text me ok?" i saw a pen on a table a couple feet away and took his hand in mine, writing my number.

" oh thanks, see you soon cutie."

" same goes to you, bye."

" bye." he was completely star struck and personally i thought it was super cute. i smiled at him and he smiled back, heat crawling back over his face.

as we said our goodbyes and walked out of the building my phone buzzed,

unknown:
hey it's jamal
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