I run off the field, grinning ear to ear with my teammates after yet another win. The crowd cheers loudly as we run by, waving at them. I’m waving as well, but my eyes are scanning the stands rapidly in search of one specific person: you.

I’m a forward on Manchester United and you’re a popular singer, and even though we’re pretty opposite in many ways, we’ve been dating for around 5 months. It’s been a complete whirlwind between all the tabloid criticism and contrast between our separate fanbases, but we don’t pay negative comments any mind. You’re also in the middle of a large tour right now and had a show last night in the US, but jumped on a flight immediately after you got off stage to fly here for my game. I tried to tell you that your rest was more important, but you insisted on being here for me.

My eyes finally land on you, where you’re standing with some of the girlfriends and wives of my teammates. My eyes soften and I quickly move forward, ready to have you in my arms again.