Sidemen And Friends Imagines

ChrisMD #15

This imagine is for @wroetoshawx ! I hope you enjoy!
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Y/N's POV

You throw your hair into a ponytail, ready to head out to the pitch. You've got a big football game coming up, and you need to practice.

Last time you had a game this big, you completely messed up. All of the pressure suddenly got to you and you completely missed your penalty.

Now, you are going to be prepared. You've already played in front of a big crowd, so the nerves won't be nearly as horrible. All you can't really do now is practice and hope that the game isn't a complete flop.

You yell a goodbye to your family and walk out of the house. It's a really nice day outside and since the pitch wasn't far from your house, you decide to walk there.

Along the way, you see dogs running through their backyards and cats lounging in windowsills. You notice someone across the street from you, loading a bunch of football equipment into a car. He looks up at you, causing you to quickly look away.

Though, from what you can see, he was so hot.

Soon, you arrive at the pitch, which isn't necessarily the best field to play on, but it at least will get you ready for anything. You set down your back and quickly put on your boots, jogging in place to warm yourself up.

You grab one of the few footballs that you brought along, ready to practice your penalties.

You groan as the first penalty hits the crossbar, instead of the top left corner that you were aiming for. You jog over to the ball, which landed quite far from you. As you look up, you can see the boy from earlier, setting up a camera and his equipment.

Turning, you try to forget him and go back to your penalties.

As time goes on, your penalties get more consistent and on target. You like up once more, ready to do a trick shot.

You feel something touch the back of your foot, making you hesitantly turn around. You look down to find an unfamiliar ball at your feet. Picking it up, you see the boy jogging over to you.

"Sorry, that's mine." He explains, scratching the back of his neck. As he gets closer, you realize that he's even more handsome than you thought. He has these dazzling blue eyes and perfectly formed hair.

You blink a few times before pulling yourself back to reality. "Oh, it's alright." You smile at him and hand him his football.

He grind back at your, but doesn't turn away. "Thank you. I'm Chris, by the way." He says, holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/N." You tell him your name before shaking his hand. As you let go, he turns around and walks back to his goal. You watch him as he retreats, finding him interesting. Something about him just makes you want to know him better.

You forget the thought, needing to focus back on practicing. You decide to put a pause on penalties for now and practice long range shots.

You take the balls you brought and kicks them a good ways away. As you do so, you casually look over at Chris, watching him take these amazing shots in front of a camera.

Time and time again the ball seems to go exactly where he wants it to go, making you insanely jealous of his football skills. You get the football's where you want them and turn back toward your own goal.

As you kick the first ball and watch it hit the back of the neck, you see another ball fly over your head.

Shocked, you turn around and see Chris running toward you once more. He looks embarrassed as he goes to grab his ball.

"How the hell did you even kick it that far?" You ask him as he finally retrieves his football.

He laughs and walks over to you. "I was taking a penalty and hit it way above the goal on accident. I really need to practice."

"Looks like we're both on the same page. I have a big game coming up and last time I completely screwed my team by missing my penalty." You admit to him, setting your football on the ground. Chris laughs much harder than you expected him to laugh. "Hey, its not funny! It was the single most embarrassing moment of my life."

He stops laughing and shakes his head. "That's not why I'm laughing. Almost the exact same thing happened to me before." He says, pulling out his phone.

He sets his football next to yours and walks closer to you, so you can both watch whatever he's pulling up on the small phone screen.

You can't help but notice how close the two of you are standing. You can feel heat radiating off of Chris, and you do all you can to not look up at him.

"Here it is. Here it is." He says quickly, a video being pulled up on his screen.

You watch as he lines up to take a penalty in a real stadium with hundreds of fans watching. As he turns the sound up, you hear commentators even talking over the game.

"Wow, this almost looks like a professional football match." You comment as he begins to take his shot.

You groan, almost feeling the pain as you see how awful of a penalty he took. "Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better about mine." You admit, laughing.

You look up at him, expecting his to move away from you. Instead, he's looking down at you and smiling, not moving away.

Your heart jumps to your throat. He presses his lips onto yours, and all too quickly they're gone. You didn't even have time to register what happened.

"I'm sorry." Chris says, moving away from you. "I shouldn't have done that. Web only just met. I am so sorry." He apologized again and again as you look at him without speaking.

He's hot.

The kiss was great.

He's funny.

He has amazing football skills.

He's hot.

Wordlessly, you walk over to him. "Y/N, what are you-" You cut him off by bringing his mouth back yours, not caring that two hours ago you had never even met him. Everything feels so right, right now.

He pulls away, smiling. "Can I take you out on a date?" He asks, suddenly not confident.

You laugh at his awkwardness and nod your head. "I was waiting to see if you'd ask."