Football Imagines

➰Marcus Rashford➰

~Marcus Rashford and Y/N~
Team: Manchester United/England national team

A few months ago, you had endured a painful breakup, a breakup that left you in a state of sadness. Everyone around you had noticed that you weren't yourself. You barely left your apartment and when you did you weren't your usual chatty self. Unfortunately, your breakup affected not only you, but also your older brother. Your ex boyfriend, Marcus Rashford, was your  brothers best friend. Jesse Lingard and Marcus Rashford had a strong 'bromance' and the breakup had a bad effect on their friendship. When you and Marcus told Jesse that the two of you were together he wasn't happy to say the least. He had spoken to you previously about dating his teammates, saying that he didn't want anything to cause friction between him and anyone on the team because of a bad relationship between you and one of them. You had sworn that you saw this relationship working and that it would cause him no problems. He reluctantly agreed to support your relationship and you wanted to prove to your brother that he wouldn't regret being okay with the relationship. Yourself and Marcus stayed together for a year and half and things were going really well. However, after a nasty fight and cruel accusations the two of you broke up and unfortunately put Jesse in a very difficult situation. Jesse was furious with you both, especially you, but he didn't show it as he wanted to be a good brother and console his sister who was heartbroken. Of course he laid into Marcus for hurting you but he also had to console his best friend who was also devastated. For Jesse, it was an impossible situation.
"Y/N, are you seriously not coming to your own brother's birthday party because you might run into your ex-boyfriend?" Jesse asked as he walked into your apartment.
Jesse was having a birthday party this evening. His birthday was a few days ago but since he had to play a match, he had to push his party forward a few days. About an hour ago you had text him to say you weren't feeling well and that you weren't going to be able to come, which was a complete lie. Earlier that morning you had spoken to your mum on the phone and had ended up panicking about the thought of running into Marcus, who you knew would be there, and had decided that it would be best for you not to go. You had begged your mum not to tell Jesse the real reason you weren't going but she had clearly ratted you out which is why your brother had come over to confront you.
"I'm not feeling well Jesse, that's why I'm not going," you answered as you walked out of the kitchen to greet your brother who had made himself at home in your living room.
"Bullshit Y/N, mum told me that you don't want to come because of Marcus," Jesse snapped.
"Can you blame me for not wanting to see him? We didn't exactly end on good terms Jesse," you said.
"Loads of people will be there, I doubt you'll run into him," Jesse responded," please come Y/N. You've barely left your apartment unless you needed to go to your lectures. Everyone misses you."
"I don't want to see him Jesse, I'm not ready to see him," you mumbled, siting next to your brother on the sofa.
"Look I know this breakup was hard on you, but he's just as heartbroken as you so I doubt he'll be making a beeline for you," Jesse said as he pulled you into a side hug.
"Okay fine, I'll come. But only because I love you and don't want to let you down," you replied," but if anything happens with him I'm out of there."
"Thanks sis, wouldn't have been the same without you," Jesse grinned," anyway I've got to bounce, I've got stuff to do before tonight. See you later."
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before disappearing out of the front door. You were incredibly nervous about running into Marcus and really wished you didn't have to go tonight. Since it would be the first time you would be seeing him since the breakup, you decided that you would 'dress to impress' and try to make everyone believe that you were finally over your break up even though the mere thought of that night made you want to burst into tears.  You spent most of the time before you needed to get dressed moping around, wondering what you would do if Marcus tried to speak to you. You had thought up a million different possible scenarios and each one of them made you feel just as nervous as the others. When the time came round for you to get dressed, you knew exactly what you were going to wear.