It's You ~ Trent Alexander-Arnold

VI

"I'm just warning you that people might come up to us or we might get pictured together" Trent said as we arrived

"I'm fine with that but are you? are you sure you don't just wanna get a takeaway or something?" I asked him

"I don't mind getting pictured with a gorgeous girl like you" he winked

"smooth hun smooth" I sighed

"of course" he laughed "anyways let's go" he said grabbing my hand

"what can you eat? I know Jords has a strict diet plan that he has to follow" I asked him

"nope I'm deliberately taking you out on a Tuesday because it's my one cheat day" he chuckled

"wow someone's organised" I teased

"oi you, watch it" he joked lightly pushing me

"oh you wanna fight now?" I giggled

"calm down girl I could literally flatten you" he laughed

"alright big guy" I mocked

"shut up, so you wanna drink?" he suggested

"go on then" I smiled

"now if I remember rightly vodka coke?" he asked

"wow someone took note" I said shocked

"I just knew I'd be taking you out again" he winked

"oh my god stop with the smooth lines man" I squealed

"okay okay I'll stop" he laughed

"oh my god is that Alexander-Arnold?" I heard someone say causing me and Trent to look at each other and burst out laughing

"can I get a photo?" a young girl came up to him and asked

"yeah definitely, Liv could you take it for us?" he asked me

"of course" I smiled

"thank you so much" she said to Trent "you're so lucky he's your boyfriend" she giggled to me

"oh he's not my boyfriend" I corrected her

"not yet anyway" Trent smirked

"stop it you" I chuckled while lightly punching his arm

"so are you excited for the England matches?" I asked

"yeah hopefully I'll get to start, maybe you could come watch the USA match" he suggested

"of course, you already know how much I like watching football" I smiled

"great I'll have my own personal cheerleader" he winked

"well I did used to be a cheerleader so it's pretty fitting" I added

"a cheerleader? did you use pom-poms and stuff?" he asked

"nah I was a competitive cheerleader until I hurt my back, no pom-poms in my house" I giggled

"but I'm guessing a lot of medals" he chuckled

"yeah we'll have to compare our medal collections" I laughed

"definitely, I'll come have a look tonight if that's alright with you" he said

"that might be a slight problem, my boyfriends gonna be home" I joked

"oh yeah that reminds me, I've gotta meet my girlfriends after this" he sighed 

"girlfriends plural? wow you really are a footballer" I teased

"well you've gone too far now" he pouted

"shush you know I'm just taking the piss" I smiled

"yeah I have a feeling you'll be doing that a lot" he chuckled

"yep and I'm sure you won't be holding back either" I giggled

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"and you're back" Trent sighed

"ughh I don't wanna teach a load of boys tomorrow" I chuckled

"and I don't wanna go to training with a load of boys tomorrow but we have to" he pouted

"thank you for tonight" I smiled

"you're welcome" he said before kissing me

"wait I was gonna show you my medals" I giggled

"is that just your excuse to invite me in" he teased

"you know me too well" I laughed

"don't worry I was hoping you would" he chuckled

"wanna watch some Netflix?" I asked as we walked into my house

"as long as we don't watch some shitty rom-com" he said

"what I was gonna suggest the Kissing Booth" I said sarcastically

"wow you're so funny" he rolled his eyes "what about the Hangover?" he suggested

"yeah sure I've never seen it" I replied

"you've never seen it!" he exclaimed

"sorry" I laughed

"don't worry you'll love it, now c'mere" he said opening his arms for me to cuddle into them

"I didn't think you'd be this snuggly" I murmured

"what?" he chuckled

"well you're so muscly I didn't think you'd be comfortable to cuddle with" I giggled

"you're mad girl" he laughed