Call It What You Want - An Aaron Ramsey Fanfiction

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

”So you’re leaving me?” He asked.

“Yeah. Come on, it’s one match.”

“I’m usually in the match though…” He frowned.

“Please. Grace is here just for this match”

He grinned, “It’s fine. Have fun.”

“Yay. I love you!”

I began to skip away through the car park but he pulled me back. “Don’t do anything stupid. I know what you’re like when you’re with Grace.”

“I’m just going to have a laugh.”

He raised an eyebrow “I’m just saying…”

I went into the stadium and found Bouchra who had become my new friend to watch matches with and Grace who had come down from Manchester for the North London Derby.

“Right, so I’m thinking, we drink every time there’s a goal.” She said.

I laughed, “Sounds good.”

Bouchra laughed, “I can’t! I have to drive the kids home.”

“You still game?” Grace asked.

“You bet. What are we drinking?”

“We only have beer. Down a pint when we score?”

I nodded as I had a sneaking suspicion it was going to be a boring 0-0 after all the hype which had been going on in the lead up.

“Can you believe you’re getting married this summer?!” Bouchra exclaimed.

“I know. It seems really quickly.”

“But you and Sam are like the most ready couple to tie the knot. You’ve been ready since you met”

She laughed, “It’s getting a bit scary now though. Like, we had to pay all the final costs last week. Like it’s official now.”

I stayed out of the conversation, I didn’t particularly mind being a part of the wedding but I didn’t want the inevitable question about me and Aaron to come up.

“And Sam bought us the nicest wedding bands. They’re all engraved in French with our names and stuff.”

Bouchra nodded along and I just sat watching the teams warm up and trying to spot Aaron sitting behind the dugout.

“Fuck!” Grace screamed down at the pitch as Spurs scored. I couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction which was about ten times more over reacted than me and Bouchra.

We clinked our plastic cups together and started chugging the beer.

For the next goal Grace just slumped in her chair while I got up and screamed expletives at the referee.

“Can’t fucking believe we’re fucking 2-0 down to fucking Spurs.” Grace moaned as we got another beer.

“At least we have alcohol, hey?”

And the alcohol did make the rest of the match very interesting. By the fourth pint we’d downed on empty stomachs we were both up on our feet singing the entire catalogue of arsenal chants.

“Let’s continue the party at a pub” Grace suggested after the match. I was buzzing from the alcohol and the win so I nodded along and followed her down the road with all the other arsenal fans.

Fast forward three hours and I was standing on the table in a pub packed with Arsenal fans leading a chorus of We’re by far the greatest team the world has ever seen.