Sidemen One-Shots and Smut

50. Angry Ginge- Charity Match

-His Chinese order was ready, so he got his and sat down opposite you, munching on his noodles and chicken and starting up a conversation whilst you waited
-"What you here for then?" He asked, his Manchester accent same as yours
-"Football match," You sighed in response, trying to tune out the way he tried to fit massive chunks of chicken in his mouth, moving his jaw like a cow to chew the meat. "I'm not interested in football really- I'm just here to supervise my little brother 'cuz he wants to see the match tomorrow with his friend."
-"Oh, whereabout's this match?" The boy asked, licking his lips and looking up at you tentatively, small smile on his face making you feel as though he knew something you should've.
-"London Stadium I think, I've got the tickets on my phone..."
-You pulled your phone out and followed the email to show him the three tickets to the game
-He looked at your phone and mumbled the serial numbers of your ticket
-"You aren't gonna try steal our tickets or something are you?" You pulled the phone back from him with a suspicious look in your eyes. You weren't particularly invested in whatever game was going on tomorrow, but you did care about your brother, and didn't want to accidentally leak your tickets and see him completely disappointed.
-"No, no, no!" The guy's eyes widened as he shook his head vigorously, appalled by the fast you'd even thought to mention that. "I can upgrade your seats if you'd like?"
-You huffed. "Yeah right-"
-"No, seriously, I'm- erm- I'm a part of the stadium organising... team. I can get you an upgrade if you want, to the VIP area... free drinks n all?"
-You narrowed your eyes at him, looking for any chance of deception or falsehood in his tone or expressions. He seemed genuine.
-You tentatively let him take a pic of your tickets + make a bit more small talk, picking up his name "Just ginge, please" before your order was ready

-You got ready to leave, picking up your bag + jacket and taking the brown paper bag from the til and walking out, only to hear a "WAIT UP!" behind you, and the bell jingle once more as Ginge followed you out
-"You going to a hotel?" He asked and you nodded. "Oh, I'll walk you to your car."
-"Didn't bring a car, I'm walking over." You shrugged
-"It's like nine o'clock!" Ginge responded a bit incredulously, looking at his watch. "Oi, I'll walk you back to your hotel then, have some company."
-You went back and forth with Ginge, quite happy to have become his friend, but not wanting to take his time up this late into the night, and not quite fully trusting a person you'd only met today
-In the end, he did say he'd walk you back whether you agreed to it or not, so you set off with him besides you- also carrying your takeout bag as he'd said it was only kind to do so
-Chatted a bit more on your journey back
-He was interested in your background and whereabouts from Manchester you were from, and ended up laughing when he heard that the first team you'd supported was Manchester City.
-He yelled "YANITED-" a few times when a silence fell in conversation + you laughed with a hand over your mouth because of how loud he was, his voice ECHOED in the streets

-"Cheers for walking me back," You turned around and smiled as you reached the Premier Inn, cheeks tinted pink from the cool night breeze
-Ginge had a wide grin on his face as he gave a nod in response.
-For a moment the two of you awkwardly stood staring at one another, wondering whether to hug or cheek-kiss or just leave...
-Ginge broke the awkwardness by just reaching for a side-hug, squeezing your side and planting a chaste kiss to the top of your head, his touch giving you a stomach rush of butterflies and fuzzy nervous happiness as he skipped away only a moment later, yelling out a "SEEYA, PET!" and left you to go back to your hotel room

-Next day you wake up bright and early for the charity match, get your ass ready in a cute pair of shorts and top, and wake up + make sure the boys have packed everything and are ready to go
-Get a breakfast at Pret a Manger before heading to the stadium...
-FUCKING PACKED.
-You were all too busy just trying to get to the ticket boxes to get yourself sat down, since it was a bloody boiling day, and the crowd's bustling only made you hotter
-You were also slightly hopeful you'd maybe be able to see your favourite boy's firey hair once more- maybe he could get you in easier, as he was a part of the organisation team or whatever he'd called himself
-Went to your station and got your email out + showed it to the ladies, who scanned your card before redirecting you to some other post because apparently you had the wrong tickets for that station
-Went to the place she directed you, holding onto your brother + friend's hand so that you didn't lose them in the crowd
-Your tickets got scanned, and one of the security people took to you- moving crowd to the side slightly to get you into a back entrance of the stadium
-You were bloody BAFFLED, why a security person was helping you get through???
-He brought you to a door before you ascended up a set of stairs into a finely furnished room, clad with a bar and range of other people who seemed comfortable with a cup in their hand and talking with one another
-You felt VERY out of place with a boy holding either of your hands