Premier League football imagines

Dele Alli

comfort
/ˈkʌmfət/
noun
a state of physical ease and freedom from pain or constraint.

Y/N - your name

Imagine for DeleGirl20
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A message pops on my phone making me grab my phone, looking away from watching some Netflix. I see that it is the team news for the Tottenham Spurs game against Manchester City. I smile, maybe Dele is playing tonight. Yeah sure he has been injured, but he's played a few games and it doing well in training so maybe José will let him play. Since he has been injured and unfit to play a full and high intensity match, he hasn't been playing in premier league games.

This was obviously tough for him as he knows his full potential. I'm almost certain José was doing this to make sure he didn't get injured but with the way Spurs are going, I think Dele will be that "extra player" when someone gets injured and no longer the most important play on the pitch. I click on the app and read the line up. I sigh in disappointment as I see Dele once again hasn't made the team nor even the bench.

I go to my messages and message him, sending him a short message telling him I can't wait until he gets home. Obviously he has to be there and watch the game, since he is apart of the team, but in the end, despite being left behind, he still loves Tottenham and will support all his team mates because in the end, they not doing anything to him. It's Jose and his choices that stop him from playing matches.

I sigh, seeing that he wasn't gonna answer me. Probably wanted to be by himself and cool off. I place my phone down on the table and change the channel to watch the game against City, wearing my Tottenham shirt with Dele's name on the back. I put it louder, listening to the match buildup until the beginning of the game.

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I clap at the end of the game, seeing that we have won 2-0. Beyond proud of the team and how far they've come. I look at the time and smile knowing Dele would be here in less than 30 minutes. All I wanted to do was hug him and tell him how everything will be okay. No one really thinks about footballers mental wellbeing so social media was also getting to Dele, hence him being pretty MIA.

After roughly 30 minutes, whilst I'm making myself a cup of tea, I hear the front door open and slam shut, indicating that Dele was home. "Babe?" I hear him question. "Im in the kitchen!" I shout back. Soon he comes around the corner with a sad smile on his face. "Oh my baby." I say as I step away from my cup and walk towards him, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug.

It's silent whilst we hug each other, until he breaks it, "I can't believe Jose didn't put me on the team sheet once again." He says whilst pulling away from me and staring down into my eyes. "I'm sure he's doing it so he can make sure you're 100% fit for matches." I say but he shakes his head, "I am fit, Y/N! I've been fit for god knows how long. I can play a full match and possibly even score but he's not giving me the chance." He says whilst throwing his arms around.

Before I could say anything, he starts ranting away once again, "Spurs are doing so well at the moment without me. I just... I think Jose has realized how much the team is benefitting without me." He says and looks down making me shake my head, "No, no. Don't you dare say that." I say as I grab his head with my hands, cupping his cheeks. "But its true. We are basically winning every single game or drawing it. I think everyone on social media is right." He says but I shake my head.

"Stop it babe. You're talented. You're really, really talented. I trust you when you say you're match fit but in the end, trust Jose's judgment. You will be on that pitch soon enough and you will be first choice. Don't you ever, and I mean ever, think you're less than what you really are." I say to him as I see his eyes starting to water. Without another word, he pulls me into his chest, hugging me for dear life as I hear him sob in the crook of my neck.

I don't say anything as I let him cry it all out. Once he has calmed down, I pull away and look into his deep eyes, "Wanna cuddle?" I question as he chuckles. "Of course." He says whilst taking my hand and leading me to the couch. He lays down first, allowing me to lay on top of him. He pulls me close as I wrap my arms around his waist. "Thank you for comforting me." He says as I feel him press a kiss to my forehead.

"Anything for the man that I love." I say to him as I look up at him. "If I do get sold or anything like that..." he trails off as I shake my head. "Babe, you won't get sold." I say making him sigh. "But if I do... will you move with me?" He questions whilst looking me directly in the eyes. "Of course. Wherever you go, I go." I say smiling up at him. He breaths out a sigh of relief, "Out of anything, I'd rather lose a position in the Tottenham team than lose you." He says making me giggle.

"I love you loser." I say making him chuckle. "I love you too, princess." He says, leaning down and placing a loving kiss on my lips.

*****

I actually haven't been keeping up on the Dele news. Is he back from an injury? Was he ever injured? Lmao, we love a confused queen. Btw do y'all like his little... goaty (??) situation going on? I like him clean shaven tbh but that's just cause I'm not a fan of beards. Stay safe lovies xx