Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba

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(My pov)

"Thank you Paul," I thanked him as I got in his car.

He smiled and looked away as if he's shy, "Its nothing,"

Weird.

The whole car convesation went silent and I'm just texting with Lily,

Lily: how about Rashford?

Me: I've met him and hE'S SO CUTE IN REAL LIFE!!

Lily: Ugh!! Why can't Hamca be like that??

Hamca is Lily's to-be fiancé, this October since it's dad's choice. It sometimes become our culture to have an arranged marriage. Luckily, I'm young and less girly, unlike Lily.

"You smiling?" Paul Pogba looked at me back and forth while trying to look at the road.

"Oh, I'm just texting with my sister, I miss her so much," I smiled again.

He nodded. "Have you ever went to France?" he asked randomly.

"I have, but I was 5?6? I guessed, I can't remember anything well, besides I've always dreamed going there," I started to be talkative, he doesn't even respond. Oh crap. "Oh I'm sorry,"

"Huh why?" he replied.

"I just- I started become excited and so on-,"

"Hey, I've always wondering," he stopped his car, meaning that we have arrived. "Wait don't go,"

I looked at him. "Yeah?"

"You do have name right?" he asked.

What kind of question is that?

I laughed and believe me, I almost cry in my laugh.

"What, I just- you don't tell me your name," he looked away in embarrassed. I sound so crazy right now, but dang it he's so cute.

"Dia, Dianella," I replied. "Okay see you," I opened the door and walked away.

Wait, did I actually become comfortable with him just now? Wow.

--

Training went as usual, during our lunch hour, we talked about several things, you know girl things. But not that girly things.

"Hey Samantha," I smiled to her. She have been hanging out with us all the time but she never really talk. She's from Spain, and does not really speak English influently.

She just smiled back and nodded. "Hey sh," Alessia signalled me with eye and elbow. "PP,"

Yeah, I have never told them anything between Paul Pogba and I, only the fact that I've been living my life in love with the Frenchman himself.

Paul walked through the aisle with Romelu Lukaku and Alexis Sanchez company him.

They sat on one of the table and Alessia looked at me. "Have you ever consider on talking with him?"

"I'v-,"

"She's shy!" One of my mate blurted making the table group in a huge 'tease-ment'.

"Shhh," I furrowed my eyebrows in embarrassment. That is when Jesse Lingard, Marcus Rashford and Chris Smalling entered the scene.

Chris Smalling was smiling at me and I was confused but smiled back. Marcus Rashford slapped Jesse Lingard's stomach and Jesse Lingard slapped him back while covering his mouth with his hand. Pretty sure its a smile!

Wait what?

"Hey hey," I hitted Alessia when they started to tease again. "I've talked to him many times okay? Satisfied?"

They went silence for a minute and started to laugh again. "As if!"

They- they don't believe me?!

What the.

--

I've been staring at Paul Pogba for the whole lunch hour but he didn't react nor respond or even worst maybe noticed! That's when they started to assume that I'm just lying but I'm not!

Why did Paul Pogba did that?!

--

Match was in 4 days, as usual, Pogba picked me up today. Yes today I will tell him everything! I felt so betray that he chose to ignore me infront of my mates yesterday! Ugh!

"Hey, Dianella," he greeted. Before he could even started, I just put my seatbelt on in silence, not even smile. "Woah woah, I won't be pressing this paddle unless you smile," he became serious and to be very honest, how he usually look when he was arguing on pitch. Did I just ruined his mood? Ugh I'm such an idiot!

"Paul," I turned my body towards him. "You see, I don't know what state we are right now,"

"What are you talking about?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you my friend?" I throw a super tricky question.

"Well, yeah of course," he answered.

Only god know how broken pieces he had broke me into.

"Nothing more, friends it is," I sat back and started to be in silence. I never wish this to happen but it happened anyways so what can I even do.

As we have arrived Paul stopped me. "What is your point?" he asked.

"Well you see, just want to make things sure as it is and I assume you're thinking what you're looking," I was broking myself apart when I said that. It just escape from my mouth and make him felt, speechless.

I left his car and started to walk away. 'Who broke you? Yourself,'
'Who gave you hope? Yourself,'
'So stop being such a spolied emotional dumb ass,' It was running all around my mind even during the whole training session.

"Laceae! Focus!" the coach retorted when I fall myself on my knee due to overthinking. "Laceae!!"

Ugh I need to get this away from my head.