(3rd pov)
Paul Pogba was accelerating his car the morning on his way to pick Dianella again.
He was confused when he saw the place where she used to wait was empty. He stopped his car for a second and think and think again.
“Have I done something wrong?” he mumbled in french to himself. “Ugh is this about yesterday?” he face palmed himself. He sighed and continue his journey.
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“Paul!” Bailly greeted him.
“Eric!” Paul Pogba greeted him back with a hand shake.
“Ah come on, what's with down face?” Eric Bailly asked.
Paul Pogba shrugged and wiped his own right cheek with his own hand meaning should-I-tell-him gesture. But he just shook his head and said, “Match, match, match, match,” and continue to walk to the dressing room.
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“Hey Paul,” De Gea greeted him. “A little early today huh?”
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Might as well be hurry, didn't want to get compare with Laceae didn't you?” De Gea added.
“Who the- Laceae is from the woman's team!” Paul slapped De Gea's thigh with his football sock.
“Laceae is a pretty name, isn't she?” Marcus Rashford joined in conversation. “I met her on my way here, we got some talks as usual, Jesse would be mad at me,”
Paul Pogba stopped all his doings. “Gave up on Miss Fall did he?” De Gea asked.
“See you on the field,” Paul Pogba left the scene.
“Laceae and Miss Fall are the same person, David!” Marcus Rashford exclaimed.
“Oh lord,” De Gea was shook.
Knowing it's not time for a tea nor a chat, De Gea and Rashford quickly got done.
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The men was on their way for lunch then Paul Pogba saw the women's team far away with a woman's back facing him wearing jersey named, ‘Laceae 12’.
“Isn't that her Paul?” Paul Pogba looked at Romelu Lukaku. “Got compared with you yeah,” he added.
“Shut up,” Paul Pogba joked and proceed their journey towards the table.
Paul Pogba was actually worried. Worried of where Dianella could have been.
Suddenly, Marcus Rashford's phone rang. “Look it's Jesse,” quickly he answered his phone. “What's up Jesse?”
“Rashbean,” first word from Jesse Lingard after got connected with Marcus Rashford.
“Hey listen ey, she's here,” Rashford said to him.
Paul Pogba shoved that matters away, he was as if away from their circle of conversation. He was so confused and worried.
“You alright bruv?” Smalling shoved his shoulder towards Paul Pogba's. Paul Pogba nodded with a respond of yeah. “My dog got an ill yesterday, perhaps you know what's good?”
“I don't know Chris, I don't have a dog,” Paul Pogba responded.
Chris Smalling nodded as noted. He asked all around the boys but all was either don't know or suggest but he's surveying for something even better. “Hey Chris, the women probably got something,” Mata spoke up.
“I haven't talk to them either,” he smiled.
He stood up from his chair and took his steps towards the women. “Hello ladies, good weather today,”
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Dear Mr Pogba / Paul Pogba
FanfictionYoung 18 years old, Dianella Noor Laceae just joined the Manchester United Woman and her meeting with the love of her life, Paul Pogba was not like every little dream she imagined as a child. Will everything be alright?