Football imagines (Misc players)

A home, not a house (Joško Gvardiol)

Football players had to move to different countries during their careers. Especially if their home league wasn't the strongest and their talent was too good for it. So one would expect them to become experts at it...but it wasn't always the case.

For Josko, moving to a different country to play for a different league wasn't a new feeling. He had already left Croatia to go to Germany. So now moving to England to play for City should have been very easy for him. And yet...

Josko met you soon after moving to Manchester. You had just moved into your own apartment with one of your friends from uni and wanted to celebrate. The plan was to go have dinner at a fancy place that you'd regret going to once you saw the bill and then go party. You'd regret the drinks for other reasons.

And it was there, at the fancy restaurant, that you met Josko. A few of his new teammates took him there to welcome him to the city and their table happened to be next to yours. But football had never been your thing so the only footballers you would have recognised were the ones doing adverts on TV that caught your attention. Not the ones on that table.

"We got a table full of hotties next to ours", said Silvia, your roommate.

"Do we?", asked Katie, turning to look at them and not caring about being caught.

You, on the other hand, blushed when you saw two of the boys noticed your friend. And so you refused to look at them.

But soon you needed to use the bathroom and on your way there, you bumped into Josko.

"I'm sorry", you apologised and he smiled at you.

"Ladies first", he said, motioning for you to walk in front of him.

When you were already inside the bathroom, you laughed. You were blushing again. This shyness of yours was ridiculous but every time you talked to someone you didn't know, your face went all red. And if you talked to a cute guy like the one you saw outside the bathroom...

"We meet again", you heard when you got out of the bathroom and you saw it was the same guy standing there.

"Did you wait for me to get out or something?", you joked but he surprised you with his answer.

"Yes. Sorry if it's too direct but I just thought you were really pretty and...".

"Oh. Thank you".

Now your face couldn't possibly get any redder. But the drink you had gave you a little confidence boost.

"Why were you waiting then? Just to tell me I'm pretty?"

"I was wondering if I could get your number".

"Do you want to go to a club later instead?", you suggested. It could be a good way to get to know him while you had your friends around.

"I have to work early in the morning. I can't".

"Of course. I'll go with my friends then".

"About the number...", he insisted, but looked insecure after you refused him once.

"I don't give my number to strangers, sorry. You could be a serial killer for all I know".

Josko burst out laughing when he heard you say that. And he confirmed you had no idea who he was.

"Fair. And probably smart".

"Yeah...I'll go back with my friends to eat our overpriced food".

"I'll go back to mine. It was nice talking to you even if you discovered my serial killer persona. It's the beard, right?"