Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

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(My pov)

“Late Paul!” A man's voice echoed through the aisle as I was on my way to the field after dressing room. “Always late! Show some respect!”

I peeked and saw Jose Mourinho and Paul Pogba. ‘Shit, this could have been because of me,’

I continue my journey towards the field in silence.

--

“Laceae!” the coach called. I stopped and run towards her. “You will start the game against Spurs,”

“What?”

“Worried? Train more! Go!” She tapped my shoulder and I started to run back.

This is not good. I hate being nervous when I know we will be against Spurs and this just making me more nervous!

“Everything will be alright, Dia,” I inhale and exhale.

--

Another rainy day!! Ugh! Cher is not back yet and perhaps she will be back 3 days before game! I wish Paul Pogba won't see me like here like yesterday ugh!

But lowkey I hope he will pass by somehow.

I don't know I am so confused.

From far, I saw his car. I smiled a little but bit my lips and stop smiling when I realised I've been smiling too much.

He horned his car's horn and open the window just like yesterday. “Come in madam,”

“Paul, I-,”

“Oh my god I'll be late!” he acted.

Afraid of yesterday, I quickly run to the passenger's seat and closed the door. Totally wet due to the rain.

He laughed. “Here,” he hand me a towel to dry myself while still laughing. “Paul Pogba never late,”

Uh really?

He drive away and start to drive with his left arm. Feeling uncomfortable might not exactly explain my feelings right now but somehow comfortable but nah.

Why he did this to me? He don't have to do this to me! Does he lowkey like me? Or am I just a junior for him? Ugh or he just felt pity of me? Should I ask him? Should I-

“You don't mind me picking you up like this didn't you?” As if he's been reading my mind, he asked me.

“Uhhh,” gosh I'm so blank. “Not really,”

“Then you wouldn't mind me, picking you up tomorrow didn't you?” his voice started to sound deeper as if he's embarrassed to say it.

What?
What??
What???

“You, want to pick me up, again, tomorrow?” I gulped. Shit, how did I get this far again?

“Yeah, besides, I'm passing by you everyday, isn't it great to lend a hand of help?” he added more.

Oh of course over pity!

“Well yeah,” I sounded a little salty I admit, like what do you expect Dia? Paul Labile Pogba to suddenly fall into you? You kidding yourself!

The rest of the journey just music from his connected car speaker with his phone and questions in my head.

And without realising, we have arrived. “We're here,” his deep voice echoed in my ears.

“Okay then, see you tomorrow, thanks Paul, have a safe training!” just with one breathe I said it and run off his car. Sorry!!

(3rd pov)

Paul Pogba sighed for the second time. “I didn't even get to know her name yet,”

(My pov)

Chill Dia Chill. Everything is going too fast right now, you can't process any shit. As I was running to the women's I accidentally shoved someone's shoulder.

“Hey Miss Fall, aren't you?” Jesse Lingard stopped me. No, not again.

“Mr Lingard!” I faked smiled. Shit. “Pardon me, Miss Fall?”

“Hah, no, the lads in dressing room talked about you everywhere and started to call you Miss Fall,” he explained. “And I saw you falli-,”

Okay that's enough of embarassment today.

“Oh,” I cut him. “I had to go, got training to do,”

“Oh you play for the women team?” he asked. No Jesse Lingard, I play for the men's team, of course I played for the women team!

“Yeah, see you soon,” I waved at him and continue to walk. So, Miss Fall huh?

--

(3rd pov)

At the men's dress room,

The men were changing to practice kit and Ashley Young start to play a song. At the same time, Paul Pogba arrived and opened the door.

“Hey Paul,” Romelu Lukaku greet him with hand shake.

“Good Romelu?” he replied and Lukaku nodded.

Not long after, Jesse Lingard arrived. “Guess who I walked to just now,”

“Who?” Mata looked at Lingard.

Paul Pogba was putting his Predator on.

“Oh oh I knew it bruh,” Marcus Rashford laughed.  “This man got a big crush on someone,”

“No no no, bean no!” Jesse Lingard ran to him and shut his mouth.

“Ooo! Miss Fall aren't you, Jesse?” Chris Smalling clicked on the hint.

Paul Pogba stopped everything he's doing. And quickly jumped to them to catch the conversation.

“Lord, look at that smiling like crazy!” Romelu Lukaku teased him.

Pogba coughed. “Let's focus on our next game shouldn't we?”

“Yeah, we got no time to talk about this,” Jesse Lingard see their vice-captain eyes.

“Let's go,”

--

At the training,

De Gea and Pogba was training for penalty kick. Paul Pogba missed more than 4 of the penalty kick against De Gea.

“Come on Paul, why such a down today?” De Gea asked.

“Something's bothering me,” he replied.

Jose Mourinho joined their conversation,“If you're that weak Paul, I should replace you with one of our women team,”

Paul Pogba bit his lower lips, and widen his eyes. Trying to show some respect.

“That girl, Laceae is so good,” Jose Mourinho walked away.

De Gea tried to hold back his laugh. “Hey, don't hold it back,” Pogba told him.

“You got compared with a woman from women team?” De Gea laughed.

“Let's try it again, don't care who's Laceae or something,” Pogba tried.

--

(My pov)

“Jose Mourinho was on his way to talk something with our coach, he saw your penalty kick, he's so amaze,” one of my teammates said. “Not by his expression of course, but his eyes,  pergh,” she continued.

This is making more nervous but comfortable at the same time. Let's just say that making me more comfortable just equal to me getting more nervous.