Football Imagines | Oneshots

Trent Alexander-Arnold༻✿

[y/n] Can you come over after training?
[y/n] I feel awful today, I think I'm becoming sick

You didn't expect a response from Trent straight away, you never did during his time at training.
And so your phone eventually ended up on the nightstand next to your bed, ready to be picked up when your favorite Liverpool player replied.

Late last night, you began to feel a little unusual, but didn't give it much thought. In the end, you regretted not taking at least some medication at that time.
How in the world could you have known that you would wake up with the worst headache you ever experienced, a stuffy nose, and an odd discomfort in your stomach.
Trent, your boyfriend of seven months, was the only source of hope you had since you couldn't even find the strength to climb out of bed. The desire to simply move in with Trent grew even stronger at times like this, yet both of you chose to wait a little while.

And so you quietly let out a pleasant yawn and only then coughed in relation to the feeling that built up in your throat. You hated being ill.
You felt somewhat better thanks to the coziness of the blanket that enveloped you in a comfortable warmth, but Trent's presence was still needed. Your ability to breathe correctly was hindered by your blocked nose, which was simply not getting any better, and a soft sigh escaped your slightly parted lips.

Suddenly, your phone's vibrating sound echoed through the room and took you out of your misery, causing your heart to do a tiny jump inside of your chest. You couldn't help but adore Trent even more at the thought of him taking the time to respond to your texts.
Three messages from Trent were already waiting for you on the lockscreen when you picked up the phone with a smile on your lips. And it was safe to say that when you entered the chat, the said happy face dissolved in an instant.

[Trent] Sorry, I would love to but I can't right now.
[Trent] I'm going to grab some food with the lads and then I'll head over to your house.
[Trent] Until then, take care.

Without being able to come up with suitable words, your thumbs lingered over the keyboard's letters. You decided to exit the chat without responding following what seemed to be an eternity, setting down your phone where you had just picked it up. A strange sensation began to develop inside of you. You were aware in your heart that you shouldn't be hurt, upset or disappointed. However, inside of you, every single one of these emotions were roaring like a thunderstorm.
You understood that Trent had a few relatively important games ahead of him and that Liverpool had some things to make up for. And although you routinely thought your boyfriend was pushing himself too hard, you would never go between him and his football career.

But with Trent's words still vivid in your mind, you couldn't help but simply still lie in bed and gaze aimlessly up at the ceiling. For a very long time you attempted to push them away, maintaining your thoughts to yourself, hidden from view. And yet, without doing anything whatsoever, these things abruptly started whirling around in your consciousness.
Trent had stopped making time for you weeks ago. He initially attributed it to the fact that they had to practice more due to their matches against Real Madrid, which you undoubtedly completely understood. After practice, he started, however, to go out with his teammates, heading back home only late at night. Trent typically gave you a brief call then to let you know that he was alright but exhausted. Occasionally, if you were lucky, he would quickly drop by your place. And in the previous weeks, that was all the interaction you had with your boyfriend.