Football Imagines

Kalvin Phillips | ii

Author's note: This is a request I got on Tumblr but that I believe is from someone from here, and they wanted something with Kalvin where his fans aren't treating you well and keep saying that his ex is better than you. 

I know this isn't one of my best works and that it is shorter than what I usually write, but I've struggled a lot with it, one day managed to write this, and even though I tried to add more or something new, my brain just couldn't come up with anything else 😞

Hope you like it even if it isn't the best thing I've written, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"I think I'm going to order some sushi for dinner, I haven't had it in a while. What would you like?"

"Nothing" I say.

"Nothing? Are you su... Wait, are you ok?" Kalvin says, moving to look at me. "What is it?"

"Nothing" I repeat.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not, it's just another of my migraines. I'm going to bed and lay down for a bit" I say, getting up from the sofa.

"Can I do anything to help? Like..."

"I just want to lay down, Kalvin" I cut him. "Alone."

"Ok..." he says as I leave.

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"Knock, knock" Kalvin whispers from the door. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"Can I come in?"

"Of course" I say, slowly sitting up.

"Are you feeling better?"

"A bit, yes. You can turn on the light."

"Ok" he says, doing it and joining me on the bed. "I brought you something."

"For me?"

"For you" he smiles, giving me a little box. "I ordered it with my dinner. It is your favourite, isn't it?"

"It is" I nod, looking at the sandwich inside it. "Thank you."

"You're welcome" he says, still smiling. "I thought that maybe eating something you love would make you feel a bit better."

"Yeah."

"Then why are you crying again?" he says, wiping away the tear rolling down my cheek.

"Because you are very cute" I say, forcing myself to smile.

"I see... An earlier? Was it because of the migraine?"

"Yep" I nod again.

"And it had nothing to do with what you were reading on Instagram?"

"What?"

"You left your phone downstairs and your mum called you, so I picked up and told her you weren't feeling well and were in bed already. When I hung up the screen showed me your Instagram because you didn't close it, and I couldn't help myself and read what it said."

"You did what?"

"I'm sorry, I truly am" Kalvin says. "I would never do something like that, it is your phone and it is somehow private. But when I was going to lock it the emojis used on the messages caught my attention and... Who sent you something that disgusting?"

"I can't believe it, Kalvin!"

"I'm sorry! I only did it because I worry about you, I swear."

"Yeah" I scoff.

"I swear! What would you do if you saw that the person you love is being sent vomit and shit emojis and called really mean things? People are bullying you online!"

"They are just stupid trolls. It's best to ignore them."

"Trolls? They are calling you really horrible names, saying that you are just with me because of my money, that my ex was better for me and that she is my real and true love, that you are just..."

"A fat whore" I whisper. "That's what they say I am."

"And you tell me those are just stupid trolls? Can't you see how horrible what they are saying is? How disgusting? Just thinking about those words makes me sick and angry and... And that's bullying!" he says, raising his voice. "That's harassment! We should report them!"

"I already did that, Kalvin" I sigh.

"And Instagram has done nothing about it?"

"They deleted their accounts, but those people made new ones" I shrug.

"That's... urgh" he says, punching the bed. "What if I say something? What if I make a post about it and..."

"Kalvin, that would only make things worse. Look at what happened when we made our relationship public and Ashleigh asked people to stop insulting me in her comments and dms. It didn't matter that she said she was happy about us being together, that she wished us the best, or that she was already seeing someone and had moved on. They took everything out of context and made things worse."

"But if I'm the one saying it... Like maybe with a video..."

"It's useless, Kalvin. I guess I'll just have to grow a thick skin and learn to deal with it" I shrug.

"Fuck no" he says. "You shouldn't have to change anything about you because of a bunch of sad and pathetic people. They are the ones in the wrong here and the ones that need to change, not you."

"But..."

"No" he says. "We are putting an end to this. I'll talk with the club and see if their lawyers can help us and suggest what to do, because I'm not gonna let those bullies hurt the woman I love and make her cry ever again, you hear me?" he says, cupping my face and wiping away my tears. "You are the most amazing woman I've ever met, and if they can't see it, that's their problem. But this harassment is coming to an end."

"Kalvin, I... Thank you" I say before hugging him. "I love you."

"I love you too" he says, kissing the top of my head and hugging me back.