A/N : This is for Sophia_Martini !! I hope you like it! I'm on a roll for cheesy imagines 😂 but I hope they're enjoyable! 🏝✨
My eyes are wide with anticipation as the car drives into the dark tunnel. I press my head against the slightly cold window and curiously examine the underground parking lot- designated only for footballers. It's filled with expensive sports cars that are similar to the one I'm in currently. The colors are bright and flashy just like the owners.
The car comes to a halt in a parking spot. My stomach rumbles with butterflies. I push a strand of my straightened brown hair behind my ear whilst turning to the man beside me. He smiles so happily, showing off his perfect white teeth. He could easily be a model. His matching brown hair is styled to the side like a schoolboy's. His eyebrows are so dark and bushy, it makes him seem almost mysterious, except for his jubilant eyes, full of joy and delight.
"How are you feeling?" He raises a brow at me.
I lick my bottom lip as the nerves kick around my body. "Excited and nervous all at the same time!"
He chuckles. "I felt the same way during my first match."
"I'm not even playing!" I shake my head, blushing in embarrassment.
"Your boyfriend is." He winks.
I point a finger at him. "You can't wink, Winks."
He rolls his eyes. "Shut up."
I grab onto his arm, laughing. "I'm kidding, love! But on a serious note, how do I look?"
He stares at me like it should be an obvious answer. "You look beautiful!"
"Are you sure?" I glance down at the baggy England Jersey. "Your jersey is pretty big on me."
"You." He kisses my cheek. "Look." Then my nose, "Fine."
He presses a kiss to my lips. His minty breath swirls into my nose as our lips mold together. The feeling is warm. We pull apart smiling.
"I better hear you screaming my name from the field." He crosses his arms. "This is your first time attending an England game and your amazing boyfriend....me.....will be playing tremendously just for you!"
"I'll save the screaming for at home." I slyly remark with a raise of my eyebrows.
His cheeks turn pink. "I'm getting out of the car now."
He shakes his head while I laugh and then opens his door. He steps out and walks around to open the passenger door. He leans against the frame trying not to laugh himself. I hop out of the seat and land on the cement. The air is decently warm with only a few bursts of cold wind.
"Harry, do you have a jacket I can wear?"
He scrunches up his face. "You're not wearing a jacket!"
I gape at him. "Why not? It might get colder during the match."
"Too bad!" He closes the door and moves us to the trunk of the car. "My last name is on the back of that jersey and people need to see who you're supporting."
"Oh c' mon! I think people are gonna recognize me. We've been dating for quite a bit."
"Uh uh." He shakes his head.
"Harry!" I whack his arm.
He opens the trunk and receives his bag. He slugs it over his shoulder and closes the trunk. He looks at me again and smiles. "Huh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you."
