Try Me || Erling Haaland

Chapter Twenty Eight

My alarm pinged loudly from the side of my bed. I grumbled and rolled over to the side with my eyes still squinted shut, hitting the snooze alarm on the side of my phone.

I lay flat on my back and felt myself beginning to fall back into a deep sleep when my eyes opened widely. What day is it?

I reached over, with my eyes beginning to slowly open wider to grab my phone. Tuesday, 10:30am.

Notifications clouded my phone screen and I quickly swiped past them until I saw a particular one.

@ErlingHaaland: Sent you a photo 5m ago

I knitted my eyebrows together as I propped myself up a bit higher against my pillow. I tapped on the image notification which I had on Instagram.

My eyes quickly scanned the photo.

The image was of Erling holding a paper carton which looked like a protein shake. The photo was captioned:

'Hope you're ready for today ⚽️'.

I blinked a few times as I thought about what the caption said, however my thoughts were slightly clouded by the image itself. I allowed myself to look at the picture properly before pressing off and replying.

Erling was sat in what looked like his living room, from the large TV which was in the side of the picture. His sleek, blonde hair was down, reaching down past his neck.

His hair looked so soft to touch, I thought to myself.

My eyes then scanned his face. His soft, blue eyes stared at me through the screen, looking directly into the camera. There wasn't a single blemish on his face.

He had a soft smile lining the corners of his red, plump, big lips which made me smile slightly to myself.

A strong bicep was outstretched, holding the phone, whilst the other arm grasped firmly onto the protein shake, the carton covered completely by his large, veiny hand.

I wonder if his hands are soft.

My eyes continued scanning the picture as they moved downwards. He wasn't wearing a shirt. I could see his firm collarbones and the top of his chiselled chest peaking just at the bottom of the image, the rest of his body cut off.

Maybe I should teach him how to take a picture from a higher angle, I thought to myself with a chuckle, before just as quickly scolding myself for even having that thought.

I finally tapped off the photo which I opened exactly 6 minutes ago and decided to finally reply, to avoid looking like even more of a creep.

I opened the camera reply button and grimaced at my reflection. I had slept in two braids, which had loose baby hairs sticking out of them, my eyelash extensions were somewhat messy because I hadn't brushed them and you could tell from my heavy eyes that I had just woken up.

I reached over and took a mouthful of my Pepsi Max can which had been sat on my bedside table for at least two days. 

I quickly snapped a picture of myself, with a tight lipped small smile, as I held up my can of Pepsi Max to the camera.

'Ready as ever' I captioned the image, smiling to myself in amusement before pressing send.

I watched as a few moments after sending the picture, Erling opened the chat and the picture. There was no response, I checked the chat again five minutes later to see that the picture still said 'opened'.

I decided to finally drag myself out of bed and have a shower, it wasn't until I started to get into the shower that I heard my phone vibrate through the song that I was playing.