World Cup Enemies · Y/n story by @maya

The London sun hung low over the training ground, casting long shadows across the pitch. Owen Cooper had just finished a light session with the squad, his England training top clinging to his back as he jogged toward the touchline.

Owen Cooper

jogging over, slightly out of breath You made it.

He pulled his water bottle from his bag and took a long drink before leaning against the barrier beside you.

Owen Cooper

So—I've got some news.

His voice was casual, but there was a glint in his eye that said otherwise.

Owen Cooper

The team's got this big send-off event before we fly out to Mexico. Red carpet, press, the whole thing.

He paused, letting the words hang.

Owen Cooper

I get one guest.

Player

Cool.

Owen Cooper

I picked you.

You blinked.

Player

…Seriously?

Owen Cooper

shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world I didn't even think about anyone else.

He said it so simply—like there was no other option that had even crossed his mind.

Owen Cooper

looking at you, his smile softening So. You in?