Football imagines

Dele Alli - Shakira

You woke up to an empty bed, the smell of pancakes and music playing in the background. You frowned, lifting your head up to look around the room to see if you spotted Dele, but no such luck. Groaning, you burrowed your head into your pillow and sighed deeply. Of course he was already awake. It seemed that your boyfriend was unable to sleep in, ever. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the covers aside and moved to get out of bed. You rubbed your eyes and yawned before looking at the clock to see what time it was. 7 o'clock in the morning. Wonderful.

"Babe?" You called out, walking into the hallway to see where he has disappeared off to. Wandering into the kitchen, you immediately bursted out in laughter when you saw what he was doing. Shakira's song 'hips don't lie' was playing on the Bluetooth speaker and Dele was shimmying his hips back and forth to it. Or at least he tried to because the movement looked awkward as hell.

"What on earth are you doing?" You laughed and yelled above the music. Dele turned towards you in surprise and grinned when he saw you standing there. In one hand he had a plate of pancakes and in the other he held a bottle of syrup. He was still moving to the music, albeit a bit less than before.

"Good morning, babe. How did you sleep?" Dele put down what he was holding in his hands and danced his way over to you. He put his hands on your hips and then made you move to the music with him.

"Fine, you? And why do you have Shakira playing? Normally you hate my music." You said, again laughing when he removed his hands from your hips and gestured to your body dramatically when Shakira sang 'this is perfection'.

"I pressed shuffle today and this song came on. Too lazy to change it." He said, now grabbing your hands and twirling you around. You were pretty sure your hair slapped him in the face when he spun you but seeing as he said nothing about it, you didn't comment on it.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" You asked, putting your arms around his neck and leaning closer to him, swaying slightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in for a kiss, which you gladly gave.

"I got to wake up next to my beautiful girlfriend today," He said, with a smile on his face that was designed to charm you. Instead of replying, you pulled him closer by his neck and placed your lips on his again. He had just gotten back from the world cup in Russia and you hadn't been able to go because your boss wouldn't let you off at work, so you hadn't seen him in person in weeks. You had missed him terribly and it seemed that from what happened last night, he had missed you as well.

"Okay, enough of your charm. I'm hungry." You said, pecking him on the lips one last time before pushing away and turning around to go sit at the table, which he had set already. Before you could walk away, however, Dele reached out and slapped your bottom, making you squeal in surprise and him laugh loudly in delight. You just shook your head in exasperation and grabbed the plate of pancakes from the counter as you walked over to the table. It shouldn't have surprised you that he did that. It was a typical Dele move.