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Grumpy Men

Me and Trent have been going strong for three months now and I couldn't ask for a better boy to love. It's now the beginning October and is beginning to get real chilly as early winter draws closer and closer.

Today I am going to watch Liverpool vs Arsenal and am currently getting ready. I curl my blond hair and lace my eyelashes with thick mascara which really brings out the blue within my eyes.

As I finish my make up I then come to an issue. Who's jersey to wear? My brother's or my boyfriend's. I get them both out and get take a picture which I post to my private Snapchat story. Help! I dunno which one! I write that as the caption and await for the replies.

Jordan is the first to reply and he gets straight to the point.

Jordan: it's a no brainer Natalie HENDERSON

Rebecca replies next.

Rebecca: Jord has me wearing his so wear Trent's plus it's cute babes xx

I bite my lip in deep thought about my sister in-law's point. It's completely true though, Jordan already has someone wearing his jersey so it won't hurt if I wear my own boyfriend's.

Trent's jersey goes over my head and I tug it over my body. Despite the fact that it's November, I put on tight jean shorts that hug my legs. My phone pings and it's Trent replying to my story and obviously he demands that I wear his jersey and I quickly reply telling him that I have already got his one on.

It hits half past six and it's time to leave now if I wanna get in to the stadium decently quickly or I will be stuck in a line waiting to get to my seat for absolutely hours and that is the worst. I give myself one last look in the mirror before slipping my shoes upon my feet and wrapping my big coat around myself. I shut the door to my flat behind me double checking that I have locked it because you can never be too careful around this area of Liverpool, you leave something somewhere for two seconds and when you come back it's gone.

I go down the street and the darkness has already consumed the sky and the cold night air nips at my nose. Trent has invited me back to his afterwards so I am gonna walk to the stadium. My fingers are already frozen and I am beginning to regret wearing shorts but I grip the straps of my backpack and speed walk down the road.

My feet patter against the concrete and by the time I get into my seat in the wag and VIP section and I am one of the only one's here in this section. Rebecca comes over to me and sits down in the empty chair next to me. "So, who's jersey did you end up wearing?" She questions stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat clearly just as cold as I am. Our outfits are practically identical but she is wearing black shorts whereas I am wearing blue shorts.

"Trent's, I were persuaded you." I rub my hands over my thighs as tiny goose bumps appear on the surface.

"It's cold ain't it, do you fancy going and getting a coffee, I mean there ain't much point hanging around here the boys ain't even warming up yet and the game don't start until eight." Rebecca suggests and directs towards one of the entrances to the restaurants and cafés.

"Sure, hopefully it will be warmer inside as well." The two of us stand up and shuffle into the food area of the stadium. Not many people have made it into the stadium just yet and we go over to get a coffee.

"Two coffees please, white." Rebecca orders and the man nods beginning to make our drinks.

"So who is gonna win tonight?" I begin a conversation.

"Hopefully Liverpool, mainly because I can't be asked to deal with a moody husband, but you can never tell with a game of football. One team could have a really shitty past couple of matches but could then turn it around, you get what I mean." She shrugs her shoulders and looks around.