unbearable, trent alexander-arnold

⁴loud music

august, twenty-eighth.

SHE KNEW THAT TRENT LIKED TO PUT MUSIC whenever the game didn't go as well as he had planned, so she decided to connect her phone to his car and put some drake, knowing that he loved way too much this artist. he smiled when he heard the first notes of "nice for what" began and turned up the volume as he started to hum along with the rapper.

"if you put music that loud trent you have to scream at it," she said before starting her concert with her hand as a mic.

"you've been inside, know you like to lay low, i've been peepin' what you bringin' to the table
workin' hard, girl, everything paid for
first-last, phone bill, car note, cable", she sang while trent laughed at her, but when she faked to pass to him the mic, forcing him to sing a bit of the song, he laughed a little less but continued the song.

"with your phone out, gotta hit them angles
with your phone out, snappin' as you fabo
and you showin' off, but it's alright
and you showin' off, but it's alright".

"it's a short life, yeah", she then said along with him, smiling. the song ended up and "trust" by brent faiyaz followed.

"hood fame, everybody knows my name
when i come through but don't nobody scream it like you," he sang along with the song.

"i know," she played with her eyebrows after she heard the last line.

he shook his head and laughed, exasperated by the young's woman. some other song played before they finally reached the young man's house and both collapsed in his bed, in underwear since the end of august was pretty warm. they weren't tired and were looking for something to do.

"my proposition earlier is still on hold," he proposed, raising his hands innocently in the air, referring to the woman's "apology".

"it's one am shut up," she told him with a little smile on her face.

"don't act like we never did it later."

she giggled, memories coming back to her mind and she heard him chuckle too — probably thinking about the same things as her.

"do you remember when—"

"okay no, we're definitely not talking about that trent."

"why not? you know when you were already—"

she cut him off by putting her hand on his mouth while he laughed sincerely, "i swear if you don't shut up—"

"what are you gonna do?" he managed to say between her fingers. she had nothing to say back, definitely knowing that he was way stronger than her and that she couldn't do anything.

"fine, nothing," she retired her hand from his mouth before lying down next to him.

"oh my God trent!" he moaned immediately in a high-pitched voice and she took her pillow before slapping him with it but he just kept continuing.

"you're done?" she asked while rolling her eyes after some minutes.

"yeah," he was still laughing, "that was fun."

she gave him a false smile before turning to sleep while she still heard trent laughing out loud, proud of him. he was annoying her, and he knew it. she decided to get up and leave the footballer since he seemed to have the time of his life.

"where are you going?"

"far from you."

"oh come on," he also got out of bed before he started to follow her to the kitchen. she glanced at him with an annoyed look, but trent could still see a smirk on her face. she made them tea before they settled on the terrace, tosca with a plaid on her as trent tried to steal it from her.

"it's cold, share!" he exclaimed with shivers all over his body.

"no, back up," she posed like a ninja.

he sighed before he went to find himself another plaid since tosca had decided to be ungrateful with him tonight. when he got back, she was watching the starry sky with her cup of tea clutched between her hands as she blew on it to cool it down. he sat down next to her again in his chair quietly, the silence was comforting but also empty, too empty, it gave a lot of space for his mind to think about the game earlier. that's why he loved to put on loud music or tried to talk as much as possible, to silence his thoughts.

"can you talk?" he finally asked her.

she furrowed her eyebrows before asking in confusion, "why do you want me to talk?"

"just... i don't know," he shrugged, too embarrassed to admit the reason behind his demand.

she nodded before she started to think about something to say when she noticed trent adjusting his hair, "if you continue like that you hair is going to get longer than mine."

"uh...yeah? maybe, i don't know."

"that wasn't a question."

"oh, yeah it's getting long."

"you should cut it, it's terrible."

"hey! no, it's not, there's nothing wrong with it."

"i mean, compared to your locks this summer, yeah for sure, but still."

"i could say the same to you," he replied, referring to the woman's bleaching phase during july.

"it fit me well, stop lying like that."

"no, your natural hair color definitely fits you more."

"is that a compliment? coming from you? oh my god, i just witnessed a miracle," she said dramatically with her hand on her forehead.

a smirk appeared on trent's face. she could be annoying sometimes, but at the moment, he liked her a lot. he had not thought about the game for some minutes and that was good enough to satisfy him.

"says her."

"i do sometimes compliment you."

"when was the last time that you did?" he raised an eyebrow, waiting impatiently for her answer.

"on your shoes, at robbo's birthday."

"that was like 5 months ago?"

"still a compliment," she sipped a bit of her tea.

"that's not even really a compliment," he rolled his eyes.

"what do you mean? it is."

"nah, it wasn't physical or like, about my personality."

"well, there's not much likable about you."

he sighed after tosca's words, faking to be slightly hurt by them so that she would feel bad.

"okay i get it, mr wants a compliment," she put down her mug of tea on the table in front of her and he nodded as a smile reappeared on his lips, happy that his plan had worked. she tossed her head back in thought while trent took offense at the time she was taking.

"why are you so long?"

"i'm thinking."

"think quicker then."

she gave him a black look before smiling when she finally thought of a good answer, "i may... like your arms."

"my arms?" he asked, confused.

"yeah, you've bulked up a bit."

"oh, you're talking about that," he said before showing off his muscles proudly by contracting them, making the young woman sigh in exasperation.

he laughed when he looked at her expression and she shook her head, a small grin on her face as the wind tangled her hair in a mess. and as he watched her, he thought that, sometimes, she wasn't that terrible.