Title: It's going to hurt for a while
Synopsis: This imagine is about the England vs Croatia game on the 12/07/18 in the Russian world cup and Marcus' emotions after the game.
Word count: 631
Warnings: None
Requested: No
In the last minute of extra time, England has been awarded a free kick. I hold my breath. Not only will this be England's last chance to stay in the race to win the world cup but it is Marcus Rashford (my partner of 3 years) taking the set piece. Nervousness and excitement fill up inside of me. He hits the ball into the box and it looks hopeful. The ball goes right to some England boys, but nothing comes of the set-piece and the ball is sent away by Croatian players. The inevitable happened, the referrer blew his whistle to signalize the end of the game. The sudden realisation that the dream is officially over came crashing over me.
After refusing to take the score in by shutting my eyes I look up onto the field to see Marcus lying face down on the pitch, crying. My heart broke more than I knew it could. I start to gather my stuff and walk out of the box and towards the change room. I waited outside of the change room anxiously for Marcus, all I wanted to do was give him a hug and tell him its okay. The stream of boys starting piling in from the pitch. I offer them all a sad smile, some a hug as well. They all return the smile, but the disappointment and sadness in their eyes is clear.
I see Marcus among those many and he's crying starts all over again. My stomach drops seeing him in pain and I instantly greet him with a hug. He cries into my shoulder for a minute or so before I decide to speak up. "You played so well today Marcus. You shouldn't at all be disappointed in your performance". Marcus looked down at me, this is the first time I've seen how distraught he is.
"I didn't play well Y/N, that free kick should have been much better. Everyone trusted me to take our last chance to get into the WORLD CUP FINAL and I screwed it up. I'm such a failure, the nation will hate me forever". The more he speaks the louder and harder his sobs are. I pull him tighter into the hug and stroked his hair while I spoke,
"Marcus, I know you're sad and that's okay. It's going to hurt a little for a while, but you'll soon see that you played amazing and did our country proud, I promise." Marcus pulls me out of the hug and into a kiss. The kiss was broken up when we heard Jesse Lingard calling for Marcus,
"Sorry mate, Gareth wants to chat to us". Marcus gives me a sad smile and walks into the change room with Lingard, who pulls him into a hug himself. I walk out of the stadium smiling, at least Marcus is feeling a little better. I grab a cab. I text Marcus,
Y/N: Going back to the hotel, see you when your back x
Almost immediately after sending the text Marcus replies
Marcus: see you soon x
Once I reached the hotel I went up to Marcus and my room. I lay on our bed and scrolled through Instagram for about 30 minutes before falling asleep. I wake up much later, my memory of how I fell asleep not there at first but it slowly came back to me. I feel Marcus' arm around my waist. I turned round to face an awake Marcus smiling back at me. "Thanks for helping me out today baby, you made me feel so much better. You'll never know how much I appreciate it". I gleam back at Marcus.
"I love you so much Marcus, you know that right" whilst I spoke his eyes got 10 times brighter, no longer glistening with tears of pain but joy instead.
"I love you so much too"
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