Too Much - John Stones

Nothing Happened

Bradleigh's POV

I woke up in the morning surprisingly not as hungover as I thought I would be. I changed into a pair of black tracksuit bottoms and a white vest top to match my Nike sliders.

When I walked out of my room I saw that the room where John was sleeping was still shut so I tiptoed into the bathroom where I did my make up quite simply, as there was no way that I could let John see me with no make up on yet. I let my hair down and brushed it so it went back to how I straightened it last night.

I wondered downstairs into my kitchen too see if I had anything remotely interesting for breakfast. The answer to that was no so I had a bowl of coco pops and sat down on the sofa to respond to a few emails.

"ohhh Kevin De Bruyne" I answered the incoming FaceTime call from Kevin.

"So tell me everything" he smiled.

"Nothing happened"

"Bullshit"

"Nothing happened"

"Bullshit"

"Okay maybe something happened" I giggled.

"Oh so what happened to having a profession relationship?" He raised an eyebrow.

"It was only a kiss" I held my hands up "Nothing deep"

"but we all know it means something" he tried to argue. "Where is he now then?"

"He's asleep upstairs"

"And you only just kissed?" He questioned me. "Stones must have a ridiculous amount of will power"

"Hello? I didn't have sex with a multi millionaire professional football player in my own house, and I was drunk so I think I have the better will power thanks"

"Okay fair point" he finally gave up with the argument. "Are you coming in today?" He then asked.

"Yeah I've got a bit of work to do" I smiled.

"Great we can rip you and John to shreds" he laughed

"You wouldn't dare"

"Just wait and see" he said. Before I could argue back with him he hung up. I groaned and made myself a strong coffee to wake myself up. A few emails and phone calls later John woke up.

"Morning" I said before I looked up to him. He wasn't wearing a shirt but had the grey joggers on which I gave him last night. His hair was all floppy now and fell down onto his face. He looked hot, and I wasn't even drunk anymore. "Can I get you something to eat?" I jumped up and walked into the kitchen.  Probably looking a bit too keen.

"I'll just have some cereal, and a tea please" he smiled. His voice all croaky from where he has just woken up which made me weak at the knees.

"How do you like your tea?" I asked as the kettle boiled.

"Milk and 1 sugar please" he smiled and perched himself down on my sofa. I made him some coco pops and a tea and placed them both down in front of him. "Making a good brew is important you know?" He said, his northern accent becoming more predominant when he said brew.

"Well I'd like to think I make a perfect cuppa"

"Oooo that's a big statement" he laughed. He picked up the white mug and took a sip.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"Yeah it's decent I suppose" he shrugged.

"Wow so I buy you a kebab, tell you my life story, kiss you and let you stay the night and you call my tea 'decent'" I pretended to act offended.