Soccer/Football Imagines (Part 2)

Jordan Henderson [~] Wimbledon

Jordan Henderson

For daydreamdevotee:

You were disappointed that your boyfriend's tournament, the Euros in France, and your tournament, Wimbledon, always had to fall on the same time frame. You and Jordan had started dating a few months after the World Cup and therefore had never had this conflict yet. You both wished each other the best and had nightly Skype dates to stay in touch. This was your first tournament as a highly ranked player, having snagged the rank of eleventh in the world for women tennis players, and you wished that your boyfriend would be there to support you through it.

However, you respected his duty to his country and therefore wished him luck at the Euros before heading to Wimbledon yourself. Your family was there to support you, but you couldn't help but selfishly wish to see your boyfriend in the stands cheering you on and likewise wanted to be in France with him to cheer him on. You progressed well through the tournament and you couldn't help but be surprised by how well you were doing.

One of your matches happened to fall on the same time frame that Jordan would be facing off against Iceland and you hoped that he and England would be able to progress through the bracket as you had. You had walked off the court, victorious after beating your opponent in straight sets, only to learn that Jordan had been knocked out of the Euros. You tried to call him but he wouldn't pick up the phone and you, having known how it felt to lose a game after training your whole life to win it all, respected that he wanted some space and wanted to be left alone. You had a day off and you decided to sleep in and relax a little bit before you went out to do a light training session with your coach.

Brushing your hair, you looked away from the mirror to grab some of your toiletries that had fallen. Looking up again at the mirror, you screamed in shock to see Jordan standing behind you, a coy smile on him face. "You scared me to death, Jordan!" you shouted, punching him in the arm lightly, causing your boyfriend chuckle.

"Is it a crime for a guy to come and surprise his girlfriend after they haven't seen each other for a few weeks?" Jordan asked, pulling you into a hug.

"I guess not," you giggled as Jordan placed a kiss on your forehead. "Just stop scaring me like that, I have a match tomorrow," you smiled, looking up at your boyfriend. The two of you went out to breakfast together before he joined you at your short training session. After you finished your training session, sweaty from the humid British air, you wanted nothing more than to sit in an ice tub or take a cold shower before going to bed early.

Jordan, however, despite your sweatiness, refused to let go of you after he had lightly tackled you onto your hotel bed. "Get off me, fat ass," you joked, slapping your boyfriend's backside in hopes of getting him off of you. "I want to take a shower."

"You can take a shower later," your boyfriend insisted. "Besides, sometimes we cuddle after I come home sweaty after training or a game."

"Fine, Jordan," you smiled at your boyfriend's insistence. You did manage to sneak away after your boyfriend said he was going out to grab dinner. Enjoying a quiet meal with Jordan, you fell asleep curled into his chest as he watched some show on the television. You woke up early to head to your match and Jordan said he would meet you there.

This was your toughest match yet, the quarter finals of Wimbledon. You were facing off against a woman who was higher ranked than yourself and you quickly kissed the pendent Jordan had strung on a chain for your first anniversary. It was your good luck charm and you always had to wear it for your matches. Walking out onto the court, you took a deep breath as the crowd started to cheer. You went through the warm up period quickly and soon you found yourself standing at the edge of the court, waiting for your opponent to serve. Your opponent won the first serve and you knew that you would have to focus if you didn't want to go home now.

Looking up into the stands, you smiled at Jordan who gave you the thumbs up. Wiping the sweat off your face, you retook your position on the court and waited for the start of the second set. After you won that set, your confidence level rose quickly. Jordan cheered in the stands as you walked back over to your things to grab a drink. The third and final set was here and you knew it would come down to who wanted it more and how hard you and your opponent were willing to fight.

It was a close match but after a well-placed ace, you walked away the victor. Walking off the court and giving a quick interview, you immediately dropped your bags and ran into Jordan's arms. "Congratulations," he whispered, peppering your face with kisses. The two of you shared a sweet kiss before your parents moved forward to hug and congratulate you. You won the semifinal and you found yourself in the finals match. It was your opportunity to collect your first Grand Slam title and although you respected your opponent tremendously, you were highly confident in yourself.

The first set was won by you but your opponent won the second set quickly afterwards. It was the third set, and you and your opponent were tied at six sets to six sets. Looking up into the stands, you saw Jordan again. He blew you a kiss and mouthed "You can do it!" to you. You smiled and returned the kiss before kissing your pendant and walking back onto the court. The sun baked over the court as high winds threw off you and your opponent.

Then, you found yourself needing to win two more points for the title and you would be damned if you let those two points slip through your fingers. You had worked too damn hard to get to this point and you weren't about to give up and surrender. With a clever volley, you found yourself one point away from winning the title. The crowd buzzed as you and your opponent stared at each other. You took a deep breath. The point seemed to go on for hours and you and your opponent refused to succumb. Grunting, you leapt into the air to return a shot. Your opponent hit the ball back at you and you dove to the side, hitting the ball over the net and to an area where your opponent couldn't reach it before it double bounced.

Sitting up, you raised your hands in the air in victory as your opponent dropped her racket. You shook hands with her before walking forwards to claim your trophy. Lifting and kissing the trophy, you walked back inside. Setting the trophy carefully on the display case, it didn't take long for your boyfriend to find you and pull you into the most passionate kiss of your life. "I'm so proud of you," he told you before pulling you into another kiss. A cameraman happened to get footage of the exchange and you and Jordan became a sports couple icon overnight. Neither of you really cared, too wrapped up with each other to have a care in the world about it.