TRAIN [L.S] - One Shot Collection.

valentine's

Hey everyone! Happy valentine's day to you all!
I know it's been a while since I last posted anything, but I'm back with this!

Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing about these two idiots in love.
I wish you all have a great day, if not with a partner, at least with a good friend or people in your life that love you!

I missed being around here, so I'll do my best to keep writing for you all.

Love you, Mag 🦋

Valetine's Surprise

Even with the late arrival at the station, the cold winter weather and my two duffle bags hanging from my shoulders, I knew I could still make it for the second half of the game.

It had been a really long day so far. I had been carrying two very heavy duffle bags for the past hours, running out of the train platform and struggling to get any taxi to stop and take me to the San Siro stadium, apart from barely speaking any Italian and getting extremely confused in the city, but I was not giving up.

I had this surprise planned for Louis for weeks now, so a little bit of struggle was still worth it if I got to see his shocked face when he saw me from the pitch.

Pulling the wrinkled Tomlinson jersey out of one of my bags and slipping it over my head, I ran and panted through the empty corridors of the stadium, the two bags still weighing down on me.
Everyone was out on the pitch, and I could hear the cheers from the football fans out there. I knew I was late. I knew the second half was starting, but I only focused on making my way to the VIP tribune. Being late was better than not being here at all.

I reached the first row of seats, almost running out of air. I dropped my bags at the end of the row and stood right next to the parapet to see if I could spot Louis better while standing.

He wasn't hard to find, seeing he was the one currently kicking the ball into the goal and making the whole stadium erupt in cheers. Including me.

I threw mis fists in the air, screaming to the top of my lungs.
It had been a great kick, and I was thrilled I had gotten just in time to see it in person.

Because what Louis did was amazing, he confused the goalie enough to make him throw himself to the right when the ball actually went left. Not only that, but it also made a beautiful arch in the air, which was just right to enter in the upper left corner of the goal.
Incredible.

The moment this happened, the camera guy immediately pointed his lens at me, and seconds later I saw my face on the big screen. So, I cheered. Louder than before.
I jumped and pointed to the number 28 on the back of my jersey, proud of being there. Proud of Louis, always.

When I looked back at Louis on the pitch he was being hugged and patted in the back by his mates, but he was not paying attention to them, his full attention was now on the big screen. Standing still in the pitch with an expression of confusion in his face.

As he moved his eyes off the screen and to the VIP tribune, trying to localize me, he quickly locked eyes with me.

And then, he laughed.
His eyes crinkled, and with one hand he patted his chest, right over his heart.

I smiled widely at him, forming a heart with my hands and jumping in place.
He bit his lip between smiles and pointed at me. 'For you' he mouthed, making me smile even harder.