Gilded Love [Cristiano Jr x Reader]

Practise Match

°•Cristianos pov•°

She was very pretty. Long brown hair tied back into a slick back. Her lashes were so long that they touched her eyebrows.

"Cris who you staring at!" Tom said, jogging over. I didn't realise that I had been staring at Y/n.

"Ah, Y/n. She looks like she knows what she's doing." He said, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"I haven't seen her play yet." I muttered, tearing my gaze away from her.

"Her friend is pretty." Tom stated, watching the blonde next to her.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"Your dad's coming soon. How'd you feel?" He questioned.

"Nervous. He hasn't seen me play in a while." I replied.

"You'll be fine bro just relax." He said. I nodded. My eyes wandered back to Y/n. She saw me staring and quickly looked away.

"Come on, your dad's just pulled up. Ooh here comes the paparazzi!" Tom yelled, pointing to loads of cars with cameras leaning out of the windows.

I raced Tom over to the entrance and greeted my dad.

"Hey mate, how's it going?" My dad said, slapping me on the back.

"Brilliant. We haven't seen the other team play yet, but their players look good." I yapped.

My dad messed up my hair and walked over to the coach.

"Dad! My hair!" I complained, fixing it.

"There's no one here to impress." My dad mumbled. Georgia came over.

"Ah, Cris, hello!" She said, hugging me.

"Hey Geo." I greeted.

"I didn't know girls were playing?" My dad said.

"Oh, they both made the England team." I responded.

"Ooh, Cris!" Georgia said.

"What!" I said.

"They're both gorgeous!" She said, winking. I laughed.

"He's not interested in girls, are you?" My dad said. I nodded.

"Football on top!" I cheered.

"Oh, relax, hon. He's a teenager now." Georgia said to my dad.

My dad snorted, but I caught a small smile.

"Right, everyone, gather around!" My coach yelled.

My dad stood next to him arms crossed and a big grin on his face.

Y/n and Elsie ran over, stopping.

"Do you think we're gonna play them now?" I heard her whisper. Elsie shrugged and glanced at me.

I gave her an awkward smile and looked back at the coach.

The other coach had come over and was talking to my dad.

"We are going to have a little practise game just so we can see what we need to work on." My coach instructed.

I gave Harry a grin. He nodded.

We got to our side of the pitch. Y/n and Harry were centre forward like me and Tom.

I stood opposite Y/n. She smiled over at Harry and then looked over at me.

"Get ready to be beaten by a girl!" She mused.

"In your dreams." I responded, admiring her confidence.