Footballers imaginations

Trent Alexander Arnold| talk to me

You and Trent have been together for almost two years. You've already moved in together. You met a long time ago through your father, who is the Liverpool coach. Now that Klopp is leaving the team, Trent is angry at the whole world because he was his only manager and feels stabbed in the back by the man.

Trent came home from training locked up and angry again and you were reading your book in the reading corner. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you for your father's decision.

"Babe are you okay?" You asked worried about him.

Trent glares at you in anger, and shakes his head without saying a word, he doesn't want to talk. He throws his equipment bag on the couch across from you, and heads to his room to take a shower.

"Trent, please talk to me!" You headed after him.

Trent stops and looks at you over his shoulder. He glares at you and doesn't say anything, then keeps walking. He shuts his bedroom door and you hear his shower running.

You decided to wait for him to finish. You can feel the tears in your eyes. You hates seeing him like that.

Several minutes later, Trent comes out of the bathroom, still soaking wet, and gets into bed next to you without saying anything. He wraps his arms around you, and you feel his muscles twitching as he clenches his fists.

"Baby are you acting like this, because of my father?"

Trent stays silent, still clenching his fists tightly as he holds you. He finally breaks the silence.

"How can I not?"

"Oh love... I know how much he means to you. But that's his decision and we can't do anything about it."

Trent sighs and leans forward, burying his face into your neck and pulling you closer. He lets out a sigh of defeat.

"You're right. I'm just being stubborn, and taking it out on you."

"Don't worry about it. I understand your pain. But you have to know that i am not responsible for his decisions, right?"

Still leaning forward, Trent starts kissing your neck.

"I know you're not. I'm sorry for making you feel like that's the case. It's just that he was my only manager in my entire career. I was hoping to stay at this team and hopefully retire here."

"Me too..."

Trent starts kissing further down your neck, leaning back and looking you in the eyes.

"I know you don't like seeing me angry, but you have to understand why I am being like this."

"I know, i know...Don't worry about me." You kiss his forehead.

"I will always worry about you. You know that."

Trent kisses your neck again, then reaches your mouth, kissing you passionately.

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Author note:
I am so sad about Klopp's leaving🥲! Never mind, I want to do more stories about my man Trentski! Tell me if you like them, and who i can do next?
Sorry if they're mistakes! English is not my first language.😆🙏🏽