•soccer imagines•

3• antoine griezmann

They talking about sports and "beautiful girls" well why the hell is he my boyfriend than huh?! He is talking about one another French top model. Antoine is sweet really but sometimes i  can shoot him. "Yeah and her beautiful hair wiggles everythime she walks!" Antoine exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. "Well why don't you marry her?" I scoffed. Antoine looked at me strange."what do you mean y/n?" He asked. "Well you always talk about her! You never talk to me anymore so my question is why don't you marry her!?" I spatted out frustration. He chuckled. "I kinda don't know if it's that funny" i said. "You are jealous aren't you?" Pffff why i should be jealous? He is reall bot right. "No no i am not but if you want her go get her" i said walking upstairs. I heard footsteps behind me. "Y/n wait" antoine said. I kept walking. "Fuck y/n don't you dare to walk away now!" He said louder. I turned around facing him. "And what would mr.griezmann doing about that hm?!" I said annoying. He smiled. "You're just jealous you have to know she is pretty but not beautiful i love you okay? You are my princess trust me" that was seriously the sweetest thing i ever heard. "Well okay prince i love you too" i smiled