Premier League football imagines

Nick Pope

fight
/fʌɪt/
verb
take part in a violent struggle involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons.

Y/N - your name

"Oh my god Nick that's not the point!" I screeched as I waved my arms dramatically. "It is Y/N! You clearly don't love me anymore! Stop pretending you do when there is fucking evidence that you don't!" He screamed as she shoved his phone in my face. I smack his arm away, annoyed that he'd get all up in my face.

Currently myself and Nick are having possibly the most pointless fight of our relationship. It started by him coming home and being in a bad mood because he lost a game. I ignored it because if I didn't it wouldn't help anything. Then Nick got irritated that I wasn't talking to him and here we are now arguing about how I supposedly cheated on him with his fellow England team mate Ox even though he has a girlfriend.

"Nick how many fucking times must I tell you I'm not cheating on you with Ox! Ox is one of my best mates and his girlfriend is my bestie! What is your issue?!" I screamed as I got the shock of my life as I felt a sting on my right cheek. I backed away not completely knowing what just happened. But soon realized that Nick just slapped me. I looked up at him with anger and shock in my eyes. "Y/N I-I'm sorry..." he started as he walked towards me.

His 6ft5 long body towered over my tiny body as he tried to grab my hand but I pushed him away. "Y/N please." He started but I shook my head at him. I felt tears streaming down my face and slightly cooling the stinging feeling on my right cheek. "Don't touch me ever again." I said as I backed away from him, stumbling over my own feet as I backed away as far as possible from him.

I stand up straight, not wanting to seem weak and look him dead in the eye. I see a few tears tears brimming his eyes as he looked at me. I knew he felt guilty but no matter how angry you are, you should never hit anyone. Whether it's a man hitting a women or a women hitting a man, there's no need to do such a thing especially when it's two people who love each other.

"I can't believe you Nick." I said as I looked down, feeling more tears streaming down my face and slowly hit the floor. I sniff and look back at him. He is now crying as his bottom lip quivers. "I can't handle this anymore Nick. Not only do you take your anger out on me verbally but also physically and I can't let you do that to me." I said as he looked down.

"Y/N I'm so sorry." He said as he took a step closer to me but I just took one back. "I'm just gonna go pack my things and go to my parents house or something." I said as I turned and walked up the stairs to our shared bedroom. I pack my things peacefully without Nick walking into the room. As I zip up my suitcase, I take a seat on the bed as I sigh.

Why did this need to happen? I could've handled an argument. We've had many before and we've always made up but hitting me? I shook my head as I felt my eyes start watering once again. How could he? I kept questioning myself as if I'd find an answer. I stand up and grab my suitcase. I walk downstairs and see him standing by the door with his head down. As I make it downstairs he looks at me.

Looking at him, all I wanted to do was to leap into his arms and cry my eyes out and then seal it off with a kiss but I knew I couldn't. My mother would always tell me this, "If he cheats on you once, he'll cheat on you again. If he hits you once, he'll hit you again. If he breaks your heart once, he'll break it all over again."

My mothers words repeated over and over again in my head as I just stood there and looked at him in a daze. "Y/N..." he said softly as I snapped out of it. I looked at him properly as I took a deep breath in. "Don't Nick." I said knowing he was gonna walk towards me and try and persuade me somehow. He started walking towards me as I shook my head. "Please don't." I said but he continued to walk towards me until he towered over me.

I shook my head as I pushed him away, "Please don't." I whispered as he hugged me. I didn't want him to because I didn't want to fall in love all over again. I punched his chest and tried pushing him away but it prove pointless as he just held onto me, not letting me go.

I sigh as I just let it out. I crumble under him as I cry into his chest and cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. I pull away as I look at his red eyes and tear stained cheeks as I shake my head. "I love you Nick but after what you did..." I couldn't finish my sentence because I didn't want to. I didn't want to end it with Nick.

"Y/N please we can't end it. We can't throw two years down the drain." He said as I shook my head getting angry once again. "You hit me Nick. This isn't just some small fight." I said as he looked down. I looked down at my bags. My mothers words repeated in my head but so did all the memories myself and Nick had.

I sighed as I looked up at him to be met with his pleading eyes, "Nick I love you. I love you so much that I want to make this work. We need to talk. One night or whenever where we just let it all out. I don't care if we end up crying the whole night but we need to sort this out because these pointless arguments are bound to ruin us someday. You're just lucky it didn't end us today." I said as he nodded, a small smile on his face.

He grabbed me and kissed me. I melted into him and his lips, feeling utter bliss but I couldn't shake what he did out of my mind. I pull away as I look up at him. "I love you Y/N." he said as he hugged me. As much as I couldn't believe what he did, I couldn't lie and say I wasn't completely and utterly in love with him. "I love you too." I said as we stood in that position until we needed to go to sleep.

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Hi guys! This is a weird imagine and definitely something I wouldn't do. Some man must hit me and it's over for him 😂. I still hope that you enjoyed! I'm so mad tat Liverpool drew with Burnley but man Nick was amazing out there hence why I decide to write this. Stay safe everyone!