boyfriend, trent alexander-arnold

❪ ♡ ❫ ━ oopsie

「 OOPSIE! 」

request: I've got a request maybe the
reader is a bit of an airhead/ really clumsy
and hurts herself a lot and ends up in
hospital and trent hears mid game and
rushes to her but she's just laughing coz she
fell or something. Reader being a bit ditzy

disclaimers: mentions of little injury,
no bc this could definitely happen to me 💀 i changed it a lil bit i hope that's okay <3

word count: 0.4k

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"Your boyfriend is here."

Your ears immediately perked up when the nurse informed you. The hand that was holding the ice pack on your head fell on your lap. Your eyes searched for him and there he stood, in his lfc hoodie a red bull cap on his head wearing a worried look on his face.

"Baby." he whispered, rushing towards where you're sitting on top of the bed and settling between your thighs.

"Hey." you said, winching a bit when you try to move your head and hug him.

Trent rested his hand on your arm, holding you in place "Hey, slow down, it's okay." He immediately took the ice pack from your hand and placed it back on your forehead where a bruise is already forming. "What happened?" he asked, hand protectively sitting on your hip.

"I fell and hit my head a little." you shrugged, a little laugh escaping your lips. "I wanted to grab those fancy plates at the upper shelf because your mom is coming this weekend. It was a little funny cause I knew that I was gonna fell but then I wanted to defy gravity like all those characters in movies so-"

Trent let out a deep breath and shook his head, "Baby." an adoring smile tugging up on his lips. "You should really be more careful. You're lucky it's not serious." he scolded, pinching your nose, making you scrunch up your face.

He lifted the ice pack on your forehead and his smile quickly dropped when he peaked at your bruise. You looked up at him, eyes softening when you saw how worried he was.

"It's not even that bad." you mumbled as a pout formed on your lips. Guilt washing over you when you realised he rushed from a long match. "Sorry I made you rush here. You must be exhausted."

"It's okay babe." he said, his unoccupied hand moving to cup your face, before leaving a peck in your nose. "Just glad you're okay."

You hummed, body relaxing in his hold. A sudden thought crosses your mind and you can't help but let it out, "Did you shower?"

Trent already knows where you're going with this, "Nah, it's okay though. I prefer showering at home."

"No wonder you stink." There it is.

"Hey!" he playfully scoffed, "Is this what I get for being your knight and shining armour?"

You giggled at his dramatic attitude, the sound pulling on Trent's heartstrings. "I love you though."

"Love you too." he whispered.

"Stinky boy." you added, making Trent roll his eyes.

"I'm leaving."

"Wait, I'm joking!"