⚽️Footballer Imagines ⚽️

Harry Maguire

You were working hard at your job, non stop doing bits and hardly socialising at all. When your week of hell was over and you were on holiday, your best friend invited you down to Manchester.

You grew up in Manchester. It was your home and always will be. School friends were the best part for you. Your best friend was a guy named Harry Maguire, however as the years went on, you sadly lost touch...but you never forgot him.

You were walking back to your friend's house after going out taking photos of the United stadium- you being a massive fan- when you bumped into someone and your camera smashed to the ground.

"Oh shooottt! I'm sorry, sir! Ah god my camera!" You pouted, picking up the piece that came off, "I'm sorry!"

He laughed, "It's alright, don't worry. Is your camera ok?"

You giggled, "Yeah, it's only the lense, I can fix it."

He knew that laugh from anywhere.

"Y/N?"

You looked up at him. How the hell did he know you? But then it hit you. The same cologne and deep nasal voice. Of course, it's Harry.

"Harry? OMG HARRY!" You squealed, hugging him.

"How are you?" You both said at the same time.

"I'm good," you laughed.

He scratched his neck, looking at you. Your beauty had only grown since he last saw you. Your eyes sparkled in the summer sun, and your hair bounced in curls around you. You were stunning. Perfect.

"Uh, I gotta game tomorrow? I can get you and friend tickets? Wanna go?" He asked, hoping for you to say yes.

"I'd love to!" You exclaimed, hugging him again. You two exchanged numbers, and parted ways. This time you knew, you weren't gonna lose touch.

*******

The game went really well. Harry scored and pointed at you as he did so, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

After, he invited you down so you two could chat. You were reluctant to leave your friend, but she urged you to go on.

"Hey, did you enjoy it?" He asked, hugging you.

"Yep! And there's a definite buzz round the stadium," you teased, as the fans chanted Maguire's song.

He chuckled, "Anyway, I feel like we've missed a lot and we need to catch up...would you like to go out?"

He chuckled, "Anyway, I feel like we've missed a lot and we need to catch up...would you like to go out?"

You giggled at his shy side, "Wow, Maguire scores a goal and suddenly thinks all girls are after him."

He pouted, his nerves suddenly creeping up, "I'm sorry, it just-"

"Harry, I'm joking. I'd love to."

He laughed, hugging you. Finally, he had you back.