It started on one of those late summer evenings where the air smelled like grass and sunscreen. Your brother had begged you to come watch his training session which, of course turned into you sitting on the bench and scrolling through your phone pretending not to melt in the heat.
"yo y/n, can you pass me my water?" he shouted.
You rolled your eyes but smiled tossing it at him but it didn't exactly go where you meant it to the bottle hit someone else.
And that someone turned around.
Tall, soft curls sticking out from under a gray hoodie, and brown eyes..jobe bellingham.
"oh my, I'm so sorry" you rushed standing up.
He laughed not in a mean way but in that warm boyish way that made your stomach twist.
"It's alright I needed to cool down anyway."
Your brother jogged over, grinning
"oh, jobe this is my sister, y/n. Y/n this is jobe"
You heard the name before everyone had. But no one warned you he'd be this charming up close.
"hi" you said.
"hi" he replied still smiling.
"nice aim, by the way."
"You were standing in the crossfire." You rolled your eyes
He laughed again...and that's when you knew you were in trouble.
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T
he next few days, you kept showing up to the field for your brother....obviously (that's what you told yourself)
jobe always found an excuse to talk to you asking for his phone from the bench, asking what song you were listening to, or just making dumb jokes like, "you sure you're not scouting for a club? You've been here every day."
One afternoon, as the sun started setting down and everything turned gold he jogged over after practice with his hair damp and a smile soft.
"You ever play?" he asked spinning a football in his hands.
"play? as in football? no I like my ankles intact, thanks."
he smirked.
"C'mon, I'll teach you i promise I'll go easy."
You narrowed your eyes but stepped onto the field. His hands brushed yours when he passed the ball. Every time he laughed you felt the warmth spread through your chest like sunlight.
And when you tripped over your own foot and he caught you both of you freezing inches apart it felt like the world stopped spinning for a second.
"See?" he whispered "I told you I'd catch you."
You looked up, cheeks burning. "I hate you."
He grinned "no you don't."
And maybe he was right.
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What started as "thanks for helping me not break my ankle" texts turned into all night conversations.
You would lie on your bed, phone lighting up your room.
jobe 🤍
jobe 🤍
You ever just think about random stuff?
like whatt?
jobe 🤍
like how we met bc you threw a bottle at me
oh my gosh stop 😭
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Sometimes, he sends voice notes, his sleepy voice making you grin like an idiot. Sometimes he just sent "goodnight princess ❤️".
Your best friend caught you smiling at your phone one day and immediately knew.
"You like him," she said.
"No, I don't," you argued, face red.
"Then why are you smiling so much??"
You didn't have an answer.
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He invited you to his next game. You swore you were only going for your brother. Yet somehow you found yourself in the stands heart pounding every time jobe's name was called.
When he scored his eyes searched the crowd until they found yours. He smiles pointing briefly in your direction.
After the game, sweaty and beaming he jogged up to where you waited.
"You saw that?"
You laughed "hard to miss, you made it kinda obvious."
"Good" he said.
"Wanted to make sure you saw it."
He pulled out his hoodie from his bag and handed it to you "you cold?"
You shook your head, but he draped it over your shoulders anyway. It smelled like his cologne and grass and something undeniably him.
And right there, with his hand brushing yours and the floodlights behind him you realized you were absolutely, hopelessly in love.
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Weeks later, you were sitting on the same bench where you first met. The air was cooler now, fall creeping in.
He sat next to you quiet for a while, then said softly,
"I've liked you since the water bottle incident."
You froze.
"Jobe..."
He smiled shyly "you don't have to say anything I just needed you to know."
You looked at him the boy who teased you, made you laugh, sent you late night texts, and always caught you when you fell and you finally whispered,
"I like you too."
"Can I kiss you?" he grinned so wide it made your heart ache.
You nodded.
And under the dim glow of the field lights, with the grass still damp from rain he kissed you soft, warm, and real.
You still tease him about how you met.
He still calls you "princess"
And every time you wear his gray hoodie he says
"That's how I know you're mine."
YOU ARE READING
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒
FanficIn which I make imagines of footballers! requests are open! 6/18/24
