Football Imagines

Christian Pulisic

For cmpulisic
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Katie's POV
Katie sat cross legged on the couch watching the bundesliga. She tried her hardest to catch a glimpse of Christian as he ran around the pitch. It had been 6 months since she last saw him and it was hard being so far away.
She fumbled with her phone in her hands, sometimes she wondered if it was all really worth it - loving someone who was so far away.

The match ended and as expected, Dortmund had won. She was so happy for Christian, if only she could tell him that.

She stared at her phone, wishing she could call him or something but she knew that he would be in the locker rooms.
Sighing she changed the channel.
A woman in a tacky suit and a bright smile stood before her. When Katie read the headline she almost doubled over 'Christian Pulisic getting it on with new American lover!!!'

Katie couldn't believe her eyes. How could this be? She hugged her knees and stuffed her face in them - this long distance thing was official much harder than she thought.

Christian's POV
I dried my wet hair as I stepped out of the locker room showers with a towel around my waist. All the boys were gathered around the TV in the middle of the room and from the look Erik gave me, whatever they were watching wasn't good.

'You're going to want to see this man,' Marco said in a worried tone.
Raising my eyebrows, I looked towards the screen. When I saw the headlines my hands nearly left my towel.

'Christian Pulisic getting it on with new American lover!!!'
I swore softly and instantly hopped Katie hadn't seen it, it would honestly just break her.
All the boys turned to me and I stared back at them speechlessly.
'I....' was all I could say.
'It's ok Christian,' Erik said 'Your personal life is none of our business, but whoever this girl is, I do suggest you fix it. Now.'

I nodded , speechless. I ran to my phone, swearing when I spotted about 11 missed calls from Katie.

I ran my hands through my hair anxiously, franctically trying to call her on face time. I didn't even want to imagine how bad she felt, the tv presenters had said some really mean things about her. But of course they were all lies - no one had the right to talk about my baby like that.

After about six tries,  she finally picked up the phone. I looked at her silently. There were tear tracks in her cheeks and her eyes were red. She stared me, her expression completely blank.

'Babe...,' I begun.
'Fucking save it Christian!' she screamed.
'But babe, it wasn't me, I didn't say anything!'
'You lying piece of shit ! Well i sure as hell didn't!' she hollered, even louder this time.

I shook my head. But I realised her face had changed.
'Um babe,' she said awkwardly.
'Yes?' I asked quietly.
'Remember that your Jersey you got me which says property of Christian at the back?' she asked quickly 'Well I kinda sorta somehow maybe in a way wore it to the gym on Monday.'

I stared at her in disbelief. But soon enough, I couldn't hold it anymore. I began to laugh. I laughed loudly throwing my head backwards.

'Really babe?' I asked wiping the tears from my eyes.
' I'm sorry?' she said, but it came out more like a question.
'Well don't worry babe, atleast everyone knows now that I have only one princess, and one who I am coming to see next week now that the season is over,' I said wiggling my eyebrows.
She laughed loudly 'you're such a dork Christian.'

I was indeed, but I was her dork. And that was all that mattered.

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Hope you liked it! Not going to lie, I had a lot of fun writing this one!