Title: You're my one and only
Synopsis: You and Gary broke up 2 months ago and you haven't seen him since, but then, you see him at the England squad party. Will it be enough to bring you too back together or will you continue on your seperate ways
Word count: 1321 (sorrry, its a long one)
Warnings: Kind of sad, not really though
Requested: No
I stared out the window of the plain office, bored out of my mind. A phone starts ringing but, assuming it's not mine I continue to look at the window until my colleague nudges me out of stance. I pick up the phone and greet the customer, I really am not in the mood for another customer telling me about their problem with our product. However, when they speak I am pleasantly surprised by the voice of my father, Gareth Southgate. "Hey Y/N, how's work been today?"
"Not great but that's pretty much every day here". I can feel his frown over the phone.
"I don't know why you work there if it doesn't make you happy. You should come work with me!" I smile at the kind offer but I know I cannot take it.
"Honestly dad thank you! That's such a kind offer but you know I can't take, not when he's around."
"I understand Y/N, it must be hard to face him" there was an awkward silence until he broke it "Hey do you want to come to our leaving party before we go to Russia? Before you flat out decline I'll be there so I'll make sure you always have someone to talk to. Also, it might be the last chance you have to see me before I'm off to Russia". My mind racing, I tell my dad I'll call back soon with my answer.
Obviously, I don't want to see my ex, Garry Cahill, at any cost, but my dad said he will talk to me the whole night, plus I might not see my dad for a long time if I don't go. Yet again if I see my ex I don't know what I'll do, I haven't seen him since we broke up 2 months ago. I call my dad with the answer,
"I'll come, I'm sure it will be fun," I say with a half excited, half terrified voice.
"It will be Y/N, I'll see you at 8". At about 5'oclock I finish my work day, which was filled with angry people and their complaints. After walking home, I go inside my house and take a shower. I was in the shower for nearly 40 minutes, with each second a new worry racing around my mind. Realising how insane all these worries were I get out of the shower and take the next 1 hour to get ready with a much clearer mind than I have had previously. The drive to the party the worries returned. They were all my mind can think of. What if he talks to me? What if he has brought a date? This time I cannot stop the thoughts. My mind races with ideas of how this evening could go horribly and don't stop, even once I've arrived.
Luckily I had arrived just after most people, one of those people being my dad. I think my dad oversold it when he said it was a party, the location looks more like a dinner party. Within the hall, there were about 5 large circular tables on which all the seats had nametags. There was a bar and a sliding door which lead out to a garden I couldn't quite see. I find my dad and see my nametag right next to his and take a seat.
I look around to see who surrounds me: Harry Kane and Katie Goodland, Kieran and Charlotte Trippier to name a few. The happy couples remind me of me and my ex when we used to come to events like this. The situation proved too much too handle so I walked towards the bar. I order my first of what I assume will be many drinks. While I'm sipping on my drink I feel someone walk up beside me, we're so close our fingers brushed when they came up to me. From the proximity of where they were standing, I could tell who it was.
My heart started beating faster than I knew it could. All my fears from earlier are coming true. I could feel him look down at me. With all my courage, I meet his gaze. His eyes, how I've missed his blue eyes which I used to spend every night looking into. He smiles at me, which melts my heart, just like it used to.
"Hey...how have you been?" He asked with genuine sincerity in his voice with also a twinge of sadness. This takes me by shock, especially considering how the last conversation ended.
"Um yeah, I'm okay thanks, you?" I tried to get through the sentence without my voice shaking, which failed.
"I'm good, I'm obviously so pleased to make the England squad" He smiles whilst flashing his 1 million dollar smile. I give him a small congratulations before looking back down at my drink. Every time I look at him I am reminded of our last encounter.
2 months earlier:
"Look Y/N, I know you want to be married but I'm just not sure if I want to" my heart breaks into tiny pieces. It took everything for me to admit that marriage had been on my mind to him and he not only shuts it down but also breaks my heart along the way. "At this point, I don't know if it's a personal preference against marriage or me being unsure if you're the one. I think we need to break up".
Present:
Just the thought of that moment in my past brings tears to my eyes. I take a big chug of my drink and order another to get the memory out of my mind. Out of the Corner of my eye I see Garry open his mouth to speak, I fear the awful things he might say.
"Look Y/N, I'm so so sorry. I was such an idiot back then, not that any excuses are valid for the awful things I said but I was so nervous about whether I was going to make the squad nothing else was occupying my thoughts." He whispers this next bit "I want to marry you, I want to marry you so bad. Every day I think about how amazing it will be to have a family with you and have our own life. If you could find it in your heart to forgive you then I'll do it right this time, I promise. You're my one and only"
I stand in shock. My heart skipped a beat, whilst my mind is racing through what I should do. Obviously, I still love Gary with all my heart but, he put me through so much pain, can I really forgive him for that? "Look Y/N, I understand if you need some time to think about it" He starts walking away but I catch his hand. In the end, my love trumped my pride. Nervous to be rejected again I whisper,
"Yes," I whisper it so quietly I almost can't hear it, but he does. His face looks a little shocked but mainly happy. I say it again with more confidence this time "Yes, Garry Cahill, it would be my honour to marry you". His lips meet mine and my heart explodes from happiness and love. After talking but mainly kissing Garry I walked back to my dad at the table. I explained what had happened and he smiles and hugs me.
My dad suddenly gets up and talks to Garry at his table, I can't exactly work out what he said but Garry walks over to me alone with a huge smile on his face. Our eyes don't break away from each other's, both of us just so happy to be back together. Garry quickly explains how my dad and he swapped seats. I send my dad a thanking smile and grab hold of Gary's hand. I spend the rest of the evening just thinking how lucky I am to have such an amazing man back in my life.
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