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Matchweek Seventeen: Southampton vs. Liverpool

[ Come & Go by Juice WRLD & Marshmello ]

Chapter Seventeen

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I CAN SEE HOW nervous she is since Marcel told us that my parents are here. She's been fiddling with her fingers and bouncing on her toes ever since. Its nerve racking just watching her get worked up. It's also adorable how she finds the need to impress my parents and get them to like her, which I think won't be hard at all. Samara isn't the type of woman that people hate, besides other woman that are jealous. My parents will love her and that makes me feel more comfortable.

It was surprising that my mother didn't freak out when she found out that we were having sex. I mean its normal for couples to have sex, but we aren't necessarily a couple — well, at least not yet. I have every intention of seriously asking her out when the time is right. I mean, the heart wants what the heart wants, and who am I to stop it.

Samara has been dressed for a while now in a pair of grey leggings and my black hoodie, sitting cross legged on the bed watching me change. I'm not even going to deny the fact that I take longer than her to change. I don't know whether I take too long or if she is too quick. But she doesn't have to do much to make herself look good. All she did was slip into clothes and tie her hair into a loose pony.

I know she is beyond nervous by the way she's biting her bottom lip and fiddling with the hoodie strings. I finish changing and walk to her, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head up.

"Everything will be okay, Gorgeous." I tell her pecking her nose.

"But what if they don't like me? What if they don't approve that I'm sleeping with you like this?" She asks with panic in her eyes.

I smile softly. "Don't be silly. They are going to love you and they already know that we are having sex. Trust me when I say that they wouldn't be this eager to meet you if they weren't going to like you."

She props herself up on her knees, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Thank you." She mumbles, pressing a small kiss there.

"Besides, you're fucking perfect. How can they not love you?"

Her eyes widen. "You think too much of me." She states, shaking her head.

"How can I not?" I say, smirking. "I know what an amazing person you are in and out of bed."

I wiggle my eyebrows and she giggle, her nose touching mine. A soft whisper leaves her lips, so soft that I barely hear it, but it sounded like a confession. A love confession? I hold my breath, not ready to get my hopes up and ask incase I heard wrong. Instead I place my lips on hers for a soft embrace, showing her how strongly I feel. I hook my arms under her thighs and pick her up, placing her firmly on the ground in front of me, never detaching our lips.

"Come on, let's go meet your parents."

I hold her hand and lead her down the hall to where my parents are. Turns out it's not just my parents, but Tyler is here too. And he doesn't look to happy. The room falls silent when we cross the threshold holding hands and all eyes fly to Samara. She blushes and looks down at the ground, which I find adorable by the way.

I look around the room at everyone's faces, before speaking. "Mum, Dad, this is Samara."

My parents greet each other and Samara respectfully greets them back before they settle on first name basis. By the looks of it, my mum and her seem to really get along based on all the embarrassing things my mum has told her about me.

"Why'd y'all come so late?" I ask my mum, wrapping my arms around her from behind.

"Honey, I saw the article and it was your birthday yesterday. Plus, you didn't come home. Naturally, like any parent I was worried about you. You'll understand one day when you have children with Samara." She says softly and Samara blushes.