Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

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(My pov)

“Okay lads today's training going to be push and pull, you either want to show the world who can play the best or sitting on the bench watching who's the best,” the coach screamed on top of her lungs in the early morning. “No time for jokes, our first friendly match will be in 2 weeks with Spurs Women,”

At that moment, I bit my lower lips. Spurs, our first game is against Spurs. Calm down, Dia.

“Let's get it started,”

--

“You right little one?” the coach asked me when my feet started to move like crazy due to my back pain.

“I'm fine, thank you,”

“Your back seems eitherwise,” she replied. “Go get some water, there,” she continued with a smile. It's not that tough at all, the coach and manager are nice too. ‘But don't judge the book by its cover Dia, you don't know how it'll be until the first match.’

I ran inside, getting some water when suddenly I bumped to somebody. “Sorry,”

“Oh hey,”

fuck.

“How you do Mr Rashford,” I replied. Please don't mention about yesterday, please don't mention about yesterday, please don't mention about yesterday.

“How's your back?” he asked. I bit my lower lips, I saw this coming.

“Great,” I nodded in fake. “Better than ever,” I added.

“Well, see you soon,” he tapped my shoulder and started to walk away.

“I fucked up,” I said to myself. “Wait what am I here again?” I forgot! “Oh yes water ugh!”

--
As I was on my way back, I was juggling the water with my hand with a song hum through my mouth. Accidentally, the water escaped from my hand and roll over through the aisle.

A man picked it up from me, which I kind of sure it is Marcus Rashford. “Mr Rashford you don't have to-”

THAT IS NOT MARCUS RASHFORD.

MARCUS RASHFORD IS NOT 191 CM TALL.

Oh

No.

Paul Pogba walked towards me and hand me the water bottle. “Is this yours?”

“I-,” I'm speechless.

“Oh you don't speak English?” he continued. “Where are you from?”

Speak Dia! Speak!!!!

I took the water bottle and ran away as fast as I could with my heart pounding like crazy. I've never been so close to someone like him, the most impossible crush I've ever had to.

--

“That was so pain the ass!” an English accent came through our way. “Hey lads, I'm Alessia Dylan,”

“Hey, I've never seen you before,” Cher replied.

“I just arrived today, my house was just miles away yeah,” Alessia Dylan answered.

“Good to have another teammate to hang out aren't we?” I smiled.

“Thank you Dia!” she smiled back. “Wait I can call you Dia can't I?”

“Everybody does, plus how did you know me in the first place?”

“Oh please! You're like our diamond in this club and don't you see how manager and coach looked at you while ago? Dear, everybody want to be friends with you,” Alessia explained.