FOOTBALL IMAGINES

you love him more than me | jamal musiala

you let yourself into jamal's house with the key that you had been given a while ago. the house was familiar, but nowhere near as familiar as the people that lived there. you had known jamal since you were a little kid, growing up alongside each other, growing up as best friends. you considered his family to be yours, and when you started dating two years ago, the love they had for you simply grew.

you were looked on as a member of their family, an extension of them, and the need for knocking was long thrown out of the window. so when they moved to munich, you followed closely behind, deciding that's where you were going to do your studies. in moving to munich, you were killing two birds with one stone, completing your degree, while also being close to jamal and his family.

you spent a lot of your time with them, as they were the only people, apart from your friends, that you knew in the city. today was like any other day, you were invited over for dinner, and because you didn't have any more work to do for university, you happily accepted.

when you walked into the house, you were met with the familiar smell of his mum's cooking, a smell that had been a great comfort to you over the years. you take your shoes off, leaving them in your usual place by the door before you made your way into the living room, the heart of the home.

as soon as you stepped through the door, you were almost knocked off balance by the little arms wrapping around your waist. "y/n!" the little boy that was clung to you, yelled.

"hi, mein schatz," you reach down to engulf the small boy in a huge hug, lifting him off the ground in the process, so he had better access to give you one of his beloved bear hugs. (my darling)

"i have something to show you," he told you once you put him back down on the floor. jerrell, jamal's younger brother, was your little best friend. you had been there, in his life, since the day he was born, so it was a given that the two of you were close, but using close as a way to describe your relationship didn't really cut it. you loved him like you would your own brother, and he loved you like a sister. you viewed watching him grow up as one of your greatest privileges. you loved watching him get excited over things that only seven-year-olds would find exciting, and it was always a joy spending time with someone who saw the world in such a way.

once he'd led you to the sofa, and forced you to sit down, it didn't take him long until he was presenting you with a little red football shirt.

"what's this?" you asked, taking the shirt from his hands like he insisted, as he took a seat on the couch beside you.

"it's my football shirt." you shot a confused look at the boy, not understanding why he would be giving you his football kit. noticing your expression and furrowed brows, he told you, "turn it over."

you listened to what he said and immediately noticed the logo on the back, you also noticed that just above it there was an autograph. an autograph that you knew like the back of your hand, it was jamal's. but to amuse the boy beside you, who was absolutely beaming at this point, you pointed to the shirt. "wait, what's that?"

"jamal signed my shirt!" you didn't think you could ever see a child be as excited as getting his own brother to sign his shirt, but jerrell was practically vibrating from his place beside you on the sofa. "he came and visited me at school today."

"he did? and he signed your shirt?" you couldn't help but mirror his excitement. "you're a lucky boy."

"yep," he made sure that he popped the 'p', before walking out of the room and upstairs, most likely to his bedroom.

you couldn't have been sitting there by yourself for more than three seconds when you heard someone clear their throat. you look to your right and see a pouty jamal sitting on the other side of the L-shaped sofa.

"hey," you say getting up and sitting beside him. you completely forgot that you saw him on your way in, after being distracted by what jerrell had been showing you. "what's wrong?"

jamal didn't say anything, instead, he just pulled you against his body, so you could rest against him. you put your legs up on the longer bit of the 'L' while letting your body fully relax into the side of his. he placed a kiss on your head before resting his head against it. he looked extra snuggly today, wearing a grey hoodie and joggers, and the heat that always seemed to radiate from his body made it a perfect place to relax against.

but you knew there was something wrong. yes, he was currently cuddled up with you, but it was weird that he hadn't said anything to you, so you decide to ask him again. "what's wrong?" you look up at him, placing a couple of kisses along his jaw.

"nothing," he mumbled, his eyes looking down at you for a couple of seconds before they found the tv again.

"jamal," you said, placing your hand on his thigh, giving it a little nudge to get his attention again. "i know you. i know when there's something wrong. what is it?"

the truth was, he felt embarrassed to say it, and he wished more than anything that he didn't feel this way so he could save the embarrassment of having to tell you. but he knew you weren't going to drop it, so he let out a sigh. "you didn't come and say hello to me."

"what was that?"

he cleared his throat. "you didn't come and say hello to me." he looked down, knowing that you were most likely going to start laughing at what he said.

you tried not to laugh, you really did, but when he looked at you, and you were already smirking, you couldn't hold it in. "oh, jamal."

"stop laughing at me," he murmured.

"i'm not laughing at you, i find it cute. but you know what jerrell's like, he practically jumped on me as soon as i was in the door."

"i know, but you completely ignored me. you must love him more than me." the pout on his lip was back, and you could tell he was embarrassed by what he was admitting to you.

"i know, and i'm sorry. i don't love him more than you, how could i ever love him more than you?" you place a soft kiss on his pouted lips, smiling at him when he pulled away. "i didn't mean to ignore you."

"i know."

"i can't believe you were jealous of a seven-year-old," you laughed. "i've know you more than double the time he's been alive."

jamal let out a nervous laugh. "i wasn't jealous."

"yeah, tell that to mr pouty face."