Sidemen One-Shots and Smut

50. Angry Ginge- Charity Match

NOTE FORM STORY!!!

-Your mum paid you five quid to go to London with your little brother and supervise him because he really wanted to go to the charity match (and his mate had gotten him tickets)
-You fr couldn't be arsed.
-"It's a bloody YOUTUBE football game!! I have better shit to be doing than watching a sack of unathletic gamers try kick a ball for 90 minutes!"
-Mum upped the offer to ten quid and a she'd make a sticky toffee pudding for when you got back.
-You were sold at that.
-Got to the train station the next weekend bright and early, little brother and friend both enthusiastically hollering and giggling as they crossed the platform to their train
-You felt (and kinda looked) half dead inside, not too chuffed upon having to wake up at 6am on a Friday to take the two to London
-Yeah, they'd insisted on going on Friday, a day before the match so that they could sight-see around London before going to the charity match tomorrow
-Getting onto the train, you had to shush the two little ones as you pulled them into a quiet carriage, surveying the carriage filled with middle aged people in their suits and other business attire.
-You were dying inside as the two boys wouldn't stop whisper giggling loudly enough for the people on their work commutes to give dirty looks, until someone louder entered the carriage:
-"OI, SOMEONE HOLD THAT DOOR FOR ME-!"
-A loud Manchester accent boomed from outside the train- and whilst it scared the shit out of you- you did press the button besides the door to keep it open, unable to see who from the platform you'd held the door for as you craned your neck over your seat to see who you'd held the door for...
-Tall, ginger bloke around your age steps in, slightly out of breath and completely out of place in the placid, working carriage
-Sporting a red football kit and stuffed duffel bag, he gave a cheers, lovely and stepped into the carriage
-He quickly realised he didn't fit in the carriage and loudly exclaimed "OH, Oh, sorry everyone, didn't mean to bother your commutes n all-"
-Stepped back, dropping another thanks again, lovely, as he passed you before walking through to the next carriage
-You peeked out from behind your seat to look at said man from the back, only to see him turn his head around to see you once more
-He gave a grin as he caught you staring at him from behind, dropping a cheeky wink that made you draw back to your seat, trying to hide the smile and blush that seemed to be unfurling over your cheeks at the confident gesture.
-"Is he your boyfriend?" The friend asks all too loudly.
-Someone across the carriage shushes him aggressively as you shake your head, biting the inside of your cheeks at the encounter with the guy
-You stayed on your phone through the train journey, ginger guy crossing your head every few seconds
-Hadn't the foggiest who he was or why he had rushed to get onto the train, but you still felt a little buzz with your encounter with him
-Contemplated going into the next carriage to check whether he was sat there- maybe ask for his number or make some small talk and get to know him... But you decided against. Afterall, you'd just seen him for a moment on a train. You'd probably never see him again.
-Got off at London stop and took the boys to wherever they wanted to go
-Actually ended up enjoying the tourist-y sightseeing and Madam Tussauds
-Little brother + friend got their picture with wax KSI and were chuffed, and you got your meme pic besides Benedict Cumerbatch, (y)our fave DILF
-Got to your crappy premier inn as night fell before one began whining that they were hungry and you realised that despite buying candyfloss and skittles, everyone needed a proper dinner before eight o'clock hit and it started getting properly dark
-Agreed to get a Chinese meal + lectured the boys "Right, I'm going to go to the Chinese- DON'T answer the door to ANYONE, DO NOT OPEN IT under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, I will knock FOUR TIMES when I get back, and ONLY THEN can you open that door..."

-Litr did a sprint to the Chinese takeout place only to find out you still had to wait for them to finish cooking the chow mein
-Took a seat to the side and caught your breath as you waited for the food to get finished, when you heard the bell ring, indicating someone else entering
-Sitting up straight again and trying to breath with your mouth closed, you checked the person that walked in.
-Familiar red hair, sports kit and wide grin...
-"You???? AGAIN?!"
-His eyes opened wide at your words as he too was shocked to see you again
-Mouth opened and closed a few times like a goldfish, clearly too stunned to speak, before he just yelled "WHAT?!" with a smile growing on his face by the second