2nd minute: harrop is playing today so how many times do u reckon I'll say "josh... hun"

2nd minute: harrop is playing today so how many times do u reckon I'll say "josh... hun"

I say you go for it! The anon would love you to!

I feel like I should still tag you because it’s tradition! I know I said it’d be long but I still baffled 😂

@deepdaleducks & Christian Pulisic; the opportunity for your best friend to take on new experiences in another country was something she couldn’t let go amiss. Germany was the destination, and in all honesty, your best friend’s German isn’t the best - and yours isn’t any better, so when the two of you are Skypeing every day - it’s much easier to stick to English. And for at least the first hour she’s babbling about the city of Dortmund, how different it is to your hometown, how cold the coldest days really are, and lastly how she ended up going to watch a football match. 

“oh, how was that? who did you watch play?” “dortmund and some other team, i can’t pronounce the team’s name. and then dortmund are letting the fans watch them train tomorrow so i may go to that,” and your best friend did. the weather nicer than expected as she strolls towards the training ground’s gates alongside diehard dortmund fans. as she waits for the players to exit the changing room, her thumb hovers over your name before she taps in, and after the third ring, your face appears on her screen. 

“these footballers take longer than i do to get ready,” she huffs, and you laugh back, your eyes averting from your phone for only a split second until you hear. “ah, look, there they are!” and your friend’s instantly turning the camera around, you’re met with the sight of footballers in bright yellow and black, some of them entering the pitch in clusters but your eyes stay locked on the one who’s last to enter the field. not the tallest of them all, but he sends a smile and a wave to the fans behind the gates so your immediate thought is that he’s a kind and humble one. 

and for once, your instinct seems to be a telling one. the same footballer you marked as ‘kind and humble’ is the one who’s scoring three goals and nutmegging his teammates during a game of el rondo. and at the end of it all, when these footballers with perfect skin are out of breath, they’re still walking over to the fans to sign shirts and take pictures.

it’s months that pass by, your best friend back to the UK after her trip to Germany, and in that same month, Sky Sports are announcing Chelsea’s new big signing. Christian Pulisic, the young winger from borussia dortmund, and when he appears on your tv screen you immediately make him out to be the one who you spotted on the Skype call to your best friend. 

a week later, your best friend’s back to her travelling adventures, keeping it much closer to home and deciding a trip to London will do. it’s whilst you’re almost in the capital that you decide to give her a call. “three’s usually a crowd isn’t it?” you’re asking as you step off the train, getting the first taxi that you see to the hotel that you’ll be staying at. “nah, chris said the more the merrier. he hasn’t been to England before so i’m sure he wouldn’t mind the company,”

it’s when you get to your hotel that ‘chris’ happens to be Chelsea’s new signing Pulisic. and maybe you should’ve noticed that before you made the journey, but you’re more surprised that your best friend had actually stayed in contact with him. 

you enter the hotel and your best friend spots you in an instant, drawing you into a hug before she walks you over to the table she and Christian are sat at. and that’s when you meet him the first time. a beaming smile on his face, it only takes him to say a soft “hello, nice to meet you,” for you to pick up his American accent. as the two of you pull each other into a greeting-like hug, you see the *barely noticeable* height difference between the two of you. and it’s after your introductions that your day begins, and you’re hitting it off with this footballer better than you expected. the constant teasing you give him about his American accent is something he can’t help but laugh at as he questions the multiple differences between the UK and USA - and your best friend watches the two of you fondly; it wasn’t her intention to get the two of you together, but since it seems you’re on your way to doing so, a gentle nudge in the right direction wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Did I mention I don’t like you very much?