boyfriend, trent alexander-arnold

❪ ♡ ❫ ━ clingy

「 CLINGY! 」

summary: the party was to celebrate
liverpool's recent win but trent
still choose to be right next to you.

disclaimers: lil bit of a longer one,
i love my men obsessed what can i say

word count: 1.2k

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The lights were playing tricks on your eyes, first it was blue and then it turned purple and then it was green. the music was deafening, that much you knew, you could hear it from where you were standing outside the house. The party was in full swing, there were confettis everywhere, cups littered on the floor and bodies dancing in the middle of the room.

It was supposed to be a small celebration, but by the loud sounds of cheers, yells and people singing along to the music, you didn't think that was the case.

Your boyfriend was at your side, arm tucked neatly on your waist as your fingers tangled with his.

"Didn't think there would be this many people." Trent chimed, his body was slightly bent so that his mouth was on the same level as your ear. you choose to ignore the shivers you felt.

You laughed at that, this is definitely not a small celebration, "Yeah."

"Trent!"

You both snapped your head towards the familiar voice, seeing Hendo waving to get your attention. He was surrounded by the other Liverpool players, you couldn't make them all because of the lighting but seeing the shadow it looked like virgil and milly were beside him.

Trent waved back as you both navigate through the crowd, making your way to them. His hand never leaves your body.

"Glad you guys could make it!" Virgil exclaimed, patting your boyfriend's back in greeting, before sending you a warm smile.

The conversation went on, you telling the squad some stories and drama that has happened in your life the past week. the boys all soaking it up and even giving feedbacks for your situation which you appreciate. (Even if Ibou's and Milly's advice was just telling your so-called friends to mind their damn business, you still appreciate it.)

You were so engrossed in your storytelling that you didn't even notice that Trent was staring at you with awe filled eyes.

He loved seeing you like this, interacting with his teammates like you have known them since forever, the boys treating you like their little sister and giving you advice, and the fact that you all get along so well is making him feel emotions he hasn't felt in a while. He wanted to pepper your face with kisses.

You turned to look at him, when you noticed that he became quiet, "Do I have something on my face?" you whispered, eyebrows furrowing in concentration on wiping your left cheek.

Cute. He thinks.

Trent chuckled and shook his head, "No, babe. you look fine." he paused, "Gorgeously, fine." he added, hands wiping invisible lint at the corner of your lip.

He could've swore he could see stars in your eyes at his compliment. The sight made him grin as it mirrored the one that you wore.

You only broke apart from your little staring contest when you realised that everyone has stopped talking. You turned to see the boys were all looking at you and Trent. Some with smirks on their faces, some with soft smiles.

But the same thought crossed their minds at that time, Trentski is in love. In love.

You cleared your throat, feeling sheepish, "I'm getting some snacks okay."

You started to move but didn't get far because of Trent's arm that was still wrapped around your waist. You tried to move again, thinking he would loosen up his grip, but it only got tighter.

Turning your head to look at him, you were met with the famous sight you have come to be accustomed with. the sight that you always fail to say no to. Trent's big brown doe eyes are eyeing you with an adorable pout settling on his lips.

Damn it, how is he so perfect?

You could already hear his pleas, be quick, please. Don't leave me too long. Wanna be close to you.

You kissed his cheek, a giggle escaping your lips. "Be right back." Trent reluctantly removed his arm from your waist as you manoeuvre your way to the snacks table.

There are a plethora of choices, chips, sweets, vegetables, cakes, even fruits. You could hear your stomach grumbling in hunger, quickly picking up a paper plate and filling it up with watermelon cubes.

You were so deep in thought of the food in front of you, you didn't realise the lingering figure that was closing in your space. A sudden pair of hands laid on your hips almost made you drop your plate in shock, but when a certain perfume scent hit your nose and a certain dread-head lands his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose there and inhaling your scent. you had an idea of who it was.

"You said it'd be quick." Trent mumbled against your neck; you almost didn't hear him.

You laughed, and you could feel Trent's lips curling upwards at the sound, "I've only been gone for 3 minutes." you teased, rolling your eyes.

As if Trent could feel that you rolled your eyes, he gave your hip a little pinch. You jumped a bit at that, puffs of laughter leaving your lips.

There were a few moments of silence between you two. Relaxing against the boy's chest, his arms securing itself on your waist as you guys sway to whatever song was playing.

You placed one of the watermelon cubes in your mouth, doing the same to Trent, feeding him over your shoulder as you both munch on the fruit, "This is your party, baby. Go enjoy yourself." you expressed, feeling slightly guilty that you took him away from having fun with his teammates.

Little did you know that he wanted to be next to you.

Even his teammates advised him to do so, noticing his constant fidgeting the second you left.

Although he was called a simp by Alex and Robbo —which then left Bobby confused on what that meant and they had to explain to him— he wasted no time trudging through the crowd to get to you.

After you finished filling up your plate with goodies, you turned your body to face trent. Your faces inches away, lips touching but not feeling. Bodies so close that all you guys can feel was each other. You were in your own little bubble.

Where all you could feel was him. Him. Him

One of Trent's hands left your waist moving to your cheek. His thumb grazing your cheekbones with softness that made you all mushy.

"Yer so pretty." Trent whispered softly, the volume of his voice making it seem like it was a secret. Like you were the only one that's meant to know. Like you were the only one that matters.

Feeling flustered, you rushed out, "You're pretty as well." letting your face melt into his palm.

Trent let out a little chuckle, dazzling smile on display that makes your insides all gooey. he gives your forehead and cheek a fleeting kiss, his pillowy lips feeling soft on your warm skin, —the warm skin that was caused by the attention that the footballer was giving you— he licked his lips, making your eyes involuntarily evert to them before landing a sweet kiss to your lips.

Your head feels dizzy, your cheeks are warm, your legs are a little wobbly and your heart feels like it could burst from the affection.

"Here you lovebirds are!"

The little bubble you and Trent formed was interrupted by robbo's bellowing voice.

"Thought you lot went to shag."

You laughed at his reaction, the boys' relationship was honestly your favourite.

"Robbo!" Trent shockingly exclaimed.

"What?! it was an educated guess!"

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🪻hana's notes:
i was giggling and kicking my feet while writing this i am not joking