Rugby at heart - a George ford fanfic
" OH MY GOD!!! Are you ok?!" I shouted to him whilst running towards him to make sure he was alright. When I reached him, he was standing there rubbing his head and his face all scrunched up.
"Here, let me look. I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." I said pealing his hands off his head so I could see.
"It's alright, it will heal sooner or later. I've had worse injures." He said putting his head down so I could have a better look at his head. There was a bump were my ball hit him but it looked like it should go down in a couple of days.
"I'm so sorry, I never had the best of aim. But the bump should go down in a couple of days. Sorry again." I said with an apologetic smile.
He bought his head up and then I saw who I hit with my ball. The fly half for England and bath was standing in front of me with a small smile on his face. Our eyes met for a couple of seconds and it was like we were the only ones alive.
21 year old phoebe was just having some pre-training warm up when the ball she just kicked went flying towards a man on the edge of the pitch. Only when she got a good look at him did she release that it was the England and Bath rugby fly half, George ford.
As they get to know each other will George help phoebe to become the best rugby player she can be or will he leave her to fend for herself while messing about with an 'old friend'.
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