Imagines for footballers.
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For kellytraga Kelly double tapped another picture on instagram. She couldn't help it, he was just so hot. Gareth watched her scowling deeply.
"Kelly," he called out to her. She seemed not to hear him as she continued tapping at her phone.
"Kelly," he said again, his voice a mixture of irritation and impatience. When once again she didn't answer, he hissed stomping up the stairs.
Kelly finally realised what was going. She looked up "Gareth?" She looked around before shrugging.
Gareth POV I burst through our room door. It was like she didn't care about me. I was her boyfriend! I was! Not him! I ran my hands through my hair furiously scrubbing at my scalp. I winced as I felt a sudden rush of pain and a trickle down my scalp.
"Great," I muttered under my breath.
What did she even see in him? He was covered in the most ugly tattoos. I didn't have any of course. Maybe that was why she liked him. At that moment I considered getting one. I quickly pushed that thought away, no way. Then what could I do? My own girlfriend didn't even care about me.
I scowled. I made my way back downstairs and sat on the couch. She smiled at me"When is your next practice?" she asked. I scowled at her "Like you care."
She looked taken aback but said nothing. She just continued to tap at her phone. Probably liking shirtless pictures of him on instagram. I fussed loudly, hissing and muttering.
I looked over at Kelly and she was biting her lip. "Oh gosh he's so handsome, why don't I have this?" she asked wistfully. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed the glass on the table and launched it at the wall. The sound of shattering glass seemed to pull her away from her phone. "Then why don't you date him instead of monkey-boy Bale!" I screamed, feeling the veins popping out of my neck.
She opened her mouth but no sound came out. She just stared at me. I turned to go, I wanted to stomp out of there angrily. But something stopped me. I know this sounds weird but I felt her crying, I felt my princess crying. I spun around and sure enough there were tears staining her face.
She got up leaving her phone on the couch and bolted up the stairs. The mixture of her tears and air causing her to choke and splutter.
"Angel I didn't mean to.." I ran after her and almost ran right into the room door as she banged it. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Kelly was on the floor, hugging her knees to herself, her face buried in them. A huge pang of guilt hit me and I sat beside her.
"Princess," I whispered "I'm sorry princess." She raised her head and rubbed her nose which was already pink. "No don't be," she said sniffling "I should be sorry." I looked at her confused "But I just made you cry." She shook her head saying vigorously "No, I was so obsessed that I forgot about you, and that was wrong of me." I raised am eyebrow at her "Then why are you crying ?" "Because I felt bad cause I realised all the things I've done over the past weeks and when you broke the glass you scared me, I had never seen you so angry." I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"You're the love of my life Gareth and you do not look like a monkey, " she said. "I love you too Kelly, but what about Stephen James?" She smiled "Steven who?"
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