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I decided to go round Marc's place after he has finished training, once I got there I talked with his parents then decided to go out side where he is.
He was sat in the corner of the pool I decided to sit next to him, "fancy seeing you here" I told him.
"And you" he told me while keeping an eye on his phone.
"I need to talk to you" I told him as I fiddled around my bracelets.
"Bout what?" He asked me as he toke my hand as he knew I didn't really know what to say.
"I can't do it anymore Marc" I said tearing up.
"Do what?" He asked me.
"Football I don't want to do it anymore I never loved it I-" I said to him.
"Y/n I know you don't like it" he told me, while he pulled me into him.
"How?" I asked him confused.
"Oh come on I can tell" he said to me while laughing.
"I don't know how to tell my dad he was the one that wanted me to play football" I told him while looking into his eyes.
"Come on I'll drive you back and I'll be there when you tell him" he told me as he stood up and toke my hand.
Marc he then drove us back to mine I walked in to see my mum in the kitchen doing some baking for some of her customers as she dose baking for her business.
"Oh sweetie, Marc how you doing, y/n have you been crying" my mum asked me as she hugged me.
"I can't do it anymore" I told her, she knew what I was on about as when dad is working or out with his friends I told her.
"You need to tell him sweetie" she told me.
"Where is he?" I asked her as I did he walked through.
"Ahh y/n I was about to call and ask if your ready" he said as he walked through.
"Ready for what dad?" I asked him.
"Football training of course" he told me.
"Dad I don't feel like it" I told him.
"You're always up for it" he told me, when he did I couldn't stand it anymore.
"No dad it's you, you're the one who's up to it I don't want to do it anymore" I told him pissed.
"Don't raise your voice at me you're doing it and that's final" he told me.
"I'm not dad" I shouted at him as I ran up to my room and slammed my door shut.
"We don't slam doors in this house" he shouted to me.
"y/n" I heard someone say, I turned around and it was Marc I heard bright red eyes from crying my eyes out.
I got up from my bed and put my arms around Marc he pulled me in for a hug, "hey it's okay I'm here" he whispered into my ear.
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