You had a reputation.
Once you turned eighteen, you started to rebel, wanting to make your point across. At eighteen, you started getting tattoos and buzzed all your hair, looking completely different from the colorful person you used to be. You wanted to steer away from the child everyone sees you to be and be seen more of an adult. The thing is, your management thought that the only way to do that is to make you out to be a womanizer, getting girls left and right.
The smoking, though, that was on you. Becoming well known starting at the age of fifteen, you've been under the spotlight from a young age, being told how to dress, how to act, everything in your life was controlled. The smoking, getting tattoos, cutting your hair was a way for you to get some of the control back.
You are now twenty-five. Fired your old management, signed into a new label who let you be you. Its been two years and you've been writing and producing songs on low profile. Your fans still figure out which songs have been written/produced by you - even under pseudonyms. You were loving being out of the spotlight for once.
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The sun shining through the curtains wakes you up from your sleep, eyes fluttering shut from the light. Your arm tightens its hold from the body it's slung over, pulling them close.
"Mmm, five more minutes."
You didn't reply, just pulled her closer than she already is, drifting back to sleep. About an hour later, you wake up to footsteps running around. Sitting up, back resting against the headboard, you see your girlfriend running around, stuffing things into her training bag. You sat there quietly, admiring your her chaotic form rushing in and out the room.
"You're staring."
"Just admiring." You mouth twitching up in amusement.
"Well, I need to leave now or I'll be late."
"Did you pack any going out clothes? Wanna take you out after training."
"Yeah, but what about my car?"
"I'll take a cab to the facility. Wait for you."
"Alright, text me when you're there." She leans down, giving you a kiss. "I love you."
You grab the back of her neck and pull her back when she moves away, pulling her back in for another kiss.
"I love you. Now, go before you're late."
"See you soon."
To make time go by faster, you decided to busy yourself with some cleaning around the house. You quite liked being a little housewife for Ella, cooking, cleaning, waiting for her to get back home from training.
Few hours later, dressed casual, you're in a cab on the way to St. George's Park. paying the cab driver, you walk to the parking lot looking for Ella's car.
Rockstar 🎸🖤
at the car. forgot the spare key. take your time
Looney Toones ❤️⚽️
give me a few minutes
You leaned against the car, answering some messages and emails from your phone. You were too focused to notice a couple of footsteps coming towards you.
"Uh, excuse you. Don't lean on the car."
You look up, taking the hood off your head, to see Ella's best friend, Alessia, and one other.
"Oh, sorry."
"Hold on." Mary, the goalkeeper that Ella's told you about, spoke up. "Why do you look so familiar?"
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Fanfictionimagines I wrote of women footballers! *ignore spelling mistakes pls, ty!*