Chapter One: Dele

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Dele Alli is sat in the big wigs office at the club he is shaking with rage and is so angry tears are rolling down his face, "Do you understand? you will keep this quiet, or you are off the team and will never play Football again!" Mauricio Pochettino says to him, not in a particularly nice manner its more a threat. Dele leans forward, "Fuck your team!" He hisses back angry. Mauricio Pochettino does not like this one bit. Dele stands up the chair tipping backwards and storms out of the office. "You will never play football again! do you understand, son" Mauricio Pochettino yells after him. "Yeah! I heard you the first time, dickhead!" Dele screams back at his coach. He passes his teammates who are all standing near the changing rooms listening, shocked and confused expressions on their faces, "What's the matter, delboy?" Christian Eriksen asks Dele and Dele replies, "You will find out soon enough!" whilst storming past them. He stops with his back to them when he hears His voice. "Dele! please don't do this!" Harry Kane asks. Dele whirls around fresh tears spilling. "Do what? do what, Harry, what am I doing, right now?" He shouts and Harry visibly winces at his words, He swallows and looks nervous at what Dele could and might say at this moment. Harry keeps his voice level and low before replying, "Don't leave the club! we need you, delboy!" Dele swipes tears away and feels like he has been punched in the stomach at that reply, it was definitely not the reply he had wanted to hear. "I'm done!" He says before turning and walking out of the doors leaving a confused football team in his wake.







He expects Harry to come after him, but he knows he won't as much as he wishes and wants him to, no, as much as he needs him to. Dele slides out his iPhone X with shaking hands sat in his black Lamborgini, the car radio is playing some old music informing Dele, "it's a cruel, cruel summer, leaving me here on my own, so dele turns it off. and calls his agent, she answers on the second ring. "What the hells going on Delboy! I've just had Poch on the phone saying you've quit the club!" Dele rolls his eyes.
"Don't speak! just listen!" Dele commands the line falls silent. "Go On?" she finally replies.
"I-I need you to put out an official statement, for the press for tomorrow," Dele says and with a deep breath, he begins telling her what he wants to say.









"DELE ALLI COMES OUT AS GAY AS HE IS SACKED FROM PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALL" The Daily Mirror headline reads.










"DELE ALLI IS THE #GAYFOOTBALLER" the mail on Sunday headline reads















"Spurs Crumble as Dele Alli comes out and quits the club after an argument with Poch" The Daily telegraph reads

















Dele Slams down his iPad cracking the screen in his hotel room after scrolling through every headline. He has received both messages of support and hate in equal measure, most of his teammates have reached out and been supportive, most! but not all. Dele's hand hovers over Harrys Number but he just can't bring himself to press call. instead, he breaks down crying again and looks into his camera roll at pictures of himself and Harry taken during the Fifa World Cup.









But let's not get ahead of ourselves in the story. To go forward we must go back and see what caused Dele to have such strong feelings for Harry in the first place.

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