⚽️Footballer Imagines ⚽️

Eric Dier

You groaned as your brother, Dele, put you gently in the car.

"Don't look at it! Just apply pressure!" He shouted at you, as you tried to catch a glimpse of your leg.

Your leg was bleeding from your thigh, the knife still in place.

Long story short, you were cutting peppers, preparing a meal for later on, when Dele scared you and you threw your hands in the air and dropping the knife in your leg.

"Ooooo it hurts!!! Why did you scare me?" You shouted, Dele panicking and starting up the car.

"I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE GONNA THROW A KNIFE INTO YOUR LEG!" He shouted back, as you tilted your head back in pain.

Soon, Dele pulled up to a house, running inside as you screamed at him.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING? DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOSPITAL?!!!"

"IM COMING BACK! STOP PANICKING YOU'LL PASS OUT!" He shouted, as you felt the tears roll down your cheeks.

Soon someone was sitting next to you, taking your bloody hand with one and placing the his other hand on your thigh and applying pressure. Dele got in the front of the car and continued driving.

"Eric?" You asked, looking up at him.

"I'm here baby, shhh, it's okay. Don't look at it, okay?" He consoled, calming you down.

"It hurts so much," you whimpered.

Eric's heart broke. He knew he couldn't even take away the pain, but he knew of a way to distract you from it for a little while.

He turned your head to face him, and caressed your cheek, before leaning in toward you. He brushed his lips against yours before kissing you. Fireworks set off in your stomach, and your heart melted into the kiss.

"May not have been ideal, but it was a way to stop the pain for a bit," he grinned, still holding your cheek.

"And it works, now shut up and kiss me again."