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eric's pov - october 21 - london, uk

"Hey Eric, have you talked to Adriane in the past few hours?" Dele came up to me after training.

"Uh... no, why?" I lied. Adriane and I had been spending the last few months trying to figure out a time when she could secretly come to London to surprise Dele. The two of them had been talking a lot and Dele had even started to stop talking to other girls, considering himself 'not immediately available' as he put it.

"Hm. I just texted her before training about something important and she hasn't responded." He furrowed his brow.

"I'm sure it's fine, mate. She's probably just busy. Or sleeping, different time zone you know?" I assured him.

"Maybe..." he didn't seem completely convinced, but accepted it for the time being before walking away.

I whipped out my phone to see if Adriane had gotten back to me yet. We had been talking about her possibly coming for the Man U game, which would be perfect since it was over her winter break. Instead, I had a single word message accompanied by a screenshot.

DM: adribrandt —> ericdier15
adribrandt: help

Along with her message she had sent a screenshot of Dele asking if she could come to London for the Real Madrid game.

ericdier15: just tell him the truth
adribrandt: that we've been planning me a trip for more than a month now and he's just gonna have to wait?
ericdier15: I'm guessing you're not a very good liar
ericdier15: tell him thats still during the season and I'm guessing that that's right before your winter break starts so you'll have lots of exams
adribrandt: I mean you're not wrong...
ericdier15: exactly. Anyways, you think the man united game will work?
adribrandt: I think so. If I come that day or the day before I could probably stay for around a week. Sound good?
ericdier15: sounds perfect. You just buy yourself a plane ticket, and I'll take care of everything else.
adribrandt: you're amazing Eric! You ever looking for a lady let me know, I've got a few friends who you would love
ericdier15: thanks, but I'll pass

A few minutes after we finished talking, Dele ducked his head back into the changing room.

"Thanks for the help mate." Dele sighed.

"Bad news?" I pretended to not know what his problem was.

"Yeah, I was hoping she could make it for the Madrid game but she had exams." He puffed.

"That sucks." Harry walked in.

"Yeah, we're still up for a FaceTime tonight though." He cheered himself up. Ever since the first time they FaceTimed, the pair had been calling each other almost every night.

"At least you've got that." Harry retorted. "Meanwhile I'm trying to get with her friend Stephaney and I can't even get a number."

"That's the English one right?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah. She lives here and everything!" Harry huffed.

"Life's tough, huh winksy." Jan butted into our conversation, with Mousa giggling behind him.

"You heard that whole thing didn't you." Harry shook his head.

"Of course." Jan snickered while Mousa burst out laughing.

"Oi, give it a rest." Harry pretend punched Mousa.

"I've been hearing the rumors about your apparent girlfriend though Dele. What is it, Adriane?" Mousa mannaged to make a sentence between giggles.

"What do you mean apparent?" Dele asked, curious.

"Well is she not halfway around the world?" Mousa asked.

"Phones and computers exist." Dele defended himself.

"Have you actually asked this girl to be your girlfriend?" Jan asked.

"No..." Dele paused.

"So there is a girl." Mousa clarified.

"Yes, there is a girl. And that's why I want her to come here. So I can ask her if she'll be my girlfriend. And you know, actually meet her in person." He shrugged.

"Bamidele Alli, you are a true magician. Let me get this girls Instagram." Mousa grabbed his phone.

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