A/N : Hey everyone! I hope your day was great! This imagine is for girouds !! I hope you like it Laura! It's pretty cheesy and somewhat comical, but a little steamy at the end! Since the imagine is set at an awards ceremony, I mentioned some other footballers including some that might not know Olivier but for the purpose of the imagine they do! That's all! Enjoy!! ✨💕
The lobby of the theater is packed with football legends. They're all dressed in similar tuxes that define their muscle. I glance around at the different faces and try to keep my heart from bursting out of my chest. The wives chat amongst themselves, but it's most likely a very boring conversation about how the wine tastes.
"Baby, are you okay? You just keep staring at people." Olivier comes back with two glasses of wine in his hands. "You kind of stick out."
"Oh." I laugh and grab one of the glasses. "I'm just so excited! I mean, Lionel Messi is like three feet away from me." I whisper the last part so hopefully the legend wouldn't hear me.
"Yes he is." Olivier chuckles. "But an even better footballer is right beside you."
"Really?" I look at him. My eyes dart around his body. "Where?"
Olivier rolls his beautiful blue eyes. "You're funny."
"I try." I wink. I link my arm with his. "I know I've said it before but, I really hate dresses."
He looks down at the blue, floor-length, dress that cascades over my figure. "It's itchy isn't it?"
"Yes!" I groan. "Ugh, I don't get why people like wearing dresses."
"Those weirdo's." Olivier kisses my cheek. He presses un locks our arms and places his hand on my back and scratches a bit. I sigh thankfully. "Better?"
"I love you."
"I love you too." He turns my shoulder so he can peck me on the lips.
"Gross!" A German voice calls out.
We both lean back. I roll my eyes and turn to the sound. "I thought only good footballers were invited? Why are you here Özil?"
His eyes go wide in a dramatic shock. "Damn, that hurt."
I shove his shoulder as he approaches us. "Idiot. Are you having fun?"
"Not as fun as you two." He takes my glass of wine and downs the rest of it. "Ah, that's better."
"Özil!" I slap his hand. He winces and draws his hand back. The glass rests in his fingers.
"What?" He chuckles.
"Dude." Olivier shakes his head. "I got that for Laura, not you."
"You can get your girlfriend another one. Calm your giant ass self down." He slaps Olivier's shoulder.
"Your friend is so stupid." I laugh at my boyfriend.
He smirks at me. "I agree."
"Hey! I'm your friend too." Özil looks at me.
