•John Stones•

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By footballfangurl

"Okay, you know what, on second thought, maybe I'm not ready for this." You said, turning around to walk back to the car so you could leave again. Before you could take another step, however, John grabbed you by the arms gently and spun you around so that you were facing him. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at him from where you were staring at his chest and his face softened when he saw you were close to panicking.
"Hey, calm down, alright? It's just my parents. Nothing to be afraid of." He rubbed his hands up and down your arms slowly, his eyes flitting back and forth between yours.
"Yes, it is," You insisted, breaking eye contact and going back to frowning at his chest, "I want them to like me."
"What's it matter if they like you or not?"
"What do you mean, what's it matter? They're your parents. Of course, it matters what they think." John sighed and took one of his hands off your arms, instead moving it to cup your cheek so that he gently could move your face upwards so that you were looking at his face once more.
"Yeah, they're my parents. But in the unlikely event that they don't like you, it's not going to change anything about our relationship. I've grown quite fond of you, you know." John said and despite your best efforts to contain the smile that threatened to break out across your face at his words, the corners of your mouth twitched slightly. He always knew the right words to say.
"Look, they are going to love you, alright. I know they will."
"How do you know that?"
"Because it's impossible not to love you."
You blushed, gazing up at him through your eyelashes and reaching out to touch the fabric on his chest, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. The two of you had been dating for a few months now and you had both agreed it was time that the other one meet their parents. The meeting with your parents had gone well, your mother having been absolutely taken with John's charms. Your father had been a bit more sceptical in the beginning, but no one was immune to John's charms and the second he brought up football, your dad was sold as well.
"Can we go inside, or do you need a few more minutes? I don't mind waiting here with you. Take all the time you need." John then placed his second hand on your face as well before pulling you closer to him, placing a soft kiss on your mouth. You hummed in reply, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment for as long as it lasted. John pulled back after a moment and you took a deep breath before sighing and taking a step back, causing John's hands to fall back down to his sides.
"Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this." You said, reaching out to grab John's hand and interlocking his fingers with yours. John smiled in response and squeezed your hand in reassurance before taking a step closer to the door and opening it, beginning to yell at his parents in greeting. Taking one last, deep breath, you braced yourself before continuing to follow your boyfriend inside his parents' house. You really hoped that the night would go well and that they would like you, because you had no intention of letting John go anytime soon.

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