TEACHING A POPSTAR HOW TO PLAY FOOTBALL! (chrismd)
Summary: after meeting Chris via your best friend Yasmin, you guys film a video together
warnings: not proof read! i know little to nothing abt football soooo... smau meets me writing!
notes: IM ON FIREEEEEE 😛😛
Going from a some-what known influencer, who happened to sing, to a nation wide known popstar, was a sudden change you were not expecting.
You had always loved music; it was something that helped your head, being able to write out your emotions and put it into a song was your favorite thing. It was the best feeling in the world, you thought, when you finally write the perfect bridge and the song just clicks.
Despite your new popstar status, you were still the same girl at heart. The same girl who was socially awkward and had very few friends. And especially now, when you had begun to blow up, you were skeptical of who to trust. That was until your good friend, Yasmin, introduced you to some of her new found friends, via her boyfriend, George.
“You’ll love them, trust me!” Yasmin said, as the two of you walked down the misty London street.
“I do trust you Yas, it’s just..” You start, tucking your hands into your coat pocket. “I’m just awkward, y’know? Like I can barely hold a conversation..”
Yasmin laughs, “I know, you and George have that in common. But you’re not the only one, like they’re all like that in some way. It’s really just a bunch of dressed up nerds, who seem way more intimidating then you think”
She looks over at you as you remain silent. “Plus, it’s only like one or two other people coming tonight! Really, I think it’s just his flatmates!”
You look over at the beautiful model, “Really?”
She nods enthusiastically, “Yes! I promise!”
“I guess it’s not too bad then..” You say, moving closer to her on the sidewalk.
“That’s the spirit!" Yasmin says, linking her arm through yours as you both continue your walk towards the dinner spot.
After a long, but nice walk through London’s dreary weather, you and Yasmin finally arrived at the restaurant. Walking inside the establishment, you both immediately see George sitting at a booth with two other males.
The dinner had gone shockingly well. You found out one of George’s flatmates is also a musician, which is something the two of you quickly bonded over. While with George’s other flatmate Chris, you had not a lot in common with, but you found him to be very charming.
Someway throughout the night, you had gotten both of their instagrams, and had overall made new friends. It was an odd experience, connecting with people so quickly, but you welcomed it.
Yasmin had gotten up to use the bathroom, while George was off to find Arthur who had wandered off somewhere, which left you and Chris alone.
“Is it weird,” Chris starts, setting down the glass of wine he had been drinking. “To become famous for doing something you love?”
“I could ask you the same thing.” You said, chuckling.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true.. but for you it’s different, is it not? Like yeah, I love football and for a while it was like my only personality trait,” He says, taking a break to laugh.
“But the way you speak of music, it’s different. You seem to live for it in a way. I guess? I mean I know I only just met you but, well I guess this is weird, I shouldn’t assume things…” Chris finishes, awkwardly trailing off at the end.
“No you’re right,” You say quickly, giggling at his awkward ramblings. “I do, live for music. I never wrote it or made it to become like, famous, you know?” You look down at the table of food that had been pretty much devoured.
“I never had that goal.. I think that’s what makes it so special. It was meant to happen, or at least that’s what I think.” You say, quietly, looking up to see Chris thoughtfully nodding, before smiling.
“I get that, I always think I’m the luckiest man alive to be able to play football with my mates for a living.”
You laugh, reaching for your glass. “Well surely that requires some effort.”
“I mean it does, but it’s an easy job, easier than most I mean.” He looks at his drink then glances up at you. “You should join sometime.” He adds, quickly.
You shake your head smiling. “I am no good at football, trust me. I’d be the laughing stock of the video!”
“I mean, I could teach you.” He says, grinning. “Only if you’d want me to, of course.”
“We’ll see…” You say, before taking a drink from your glass.
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The video was finally out and while you had yet to watch it, you were very excited. As much as it was awkward to see yourself on camera, you had started to get used to it. With all the edits and videos on stage that people made of you, it was hard not to adapt.
“We’ve had pre-league footballers, we’ve had my mates, but we’ve never had a pop star!” Chris announces to the camera, as you stand beside him.
“Sorry Arthur Hill..” You mutter, causing Chris to grin wider.
“But today that all changes! I’m here with the infamous (Y/n) (L/n) and I’m going to teach her how to play!” Chris says, with people behind the camera clapping.
“Well I wouldn’t say infamous.” You say, rubbing your hands together, due to the cold morning.
The video cuts to a voice over of Chris explaining what’s going to happen.
“We’re going to see if I can teach a pop star, who knows practically nothing about football, how to play, and then put her in a match with me and some of my mates.” Voice-over Chris says, whilst footage from your training sessions play.
“But first, we need to get her some gear!” Theres a swift transition to the two of you walking along London’s streets.
“So,” Chris says, as the camera turns on. “Have you ever bought trainers for running on grass before?”
“Uhh, can’t say that I have. Actually, I try to avoid running all together.” You say, causing him and the camera people to laugh.
You watch, smiling, as the video shows you and Chris joking around while looking at shoes. The camera catches you smiling like an idiot as Chris goes on some monologue about the best type of shoes for football, making you feel a tad embarrassed.
Finally, after the shopping montage, you guys arrive at the pitch.
“Okay, I’m going to teach you the basics, and all I want is for you to watch me right now, alright?” Chris says, looking at you then the camera.
“Aye aye aye, Captain!” You jokingly salute, as he runs midway through the pitch.
You watch him run and do amazing shots in awe. He remains completely casual throughout all of his demonstrations, and motivational throughout all of your attempts.
You heave, after just attempting to score a goal. “How on EARTH do you do this all the time?!”
Chris jogs up to you, laughing at your disheveled state. “You’re almost there, just score this goal then you can go home. Trust me, you’ve got this.”
You groan, as one of the assistants puts the ball back in it’s place, ready for you to kick it. Feeling particularly nervous for this one, since Chris is literally right behind you, you take a deep breath before running up to kick the ball. Before you even realize, the goal makes it.
You giddily run back to Chris, “I DID IT!!”
He laughs, running up to you, taking you into a hug. “See I told you!”
“Oh my god, I can go home now!” You cheer, you feel him chuckle right by your ear, as the both of you are still hugging.
People around the pitch are laughing and you feel yourself flush, watching the embrace you and Chris shared.
There's a cut to a new day, with not only you and Chris, but also George, Arthur (tv), Issac, and Theo.
“Right so,” Chris starts, before getting mocked by George.
“Right so!” He says, causing all of you to laugh except for Chris, who in return rolls his eyes.
“After days of training, the game match is finally here. I thought the best way to truly test my teachings is to put her into a match with me and my mates!” Chris explains to the camera, which shoots over to you.
“Days? I swear it was at least a week…” You mumble, getting a few laughs.
“(Y/n), we literally have only had practice for 3 days.” Chris says, turning to you standing on his left.
“Could’ve fooled me…”
Arthur laughs, “Yeah, sounds like you’re a lousy teacher!” A few people laugh at Arthur’s insult, before once again it’s cut to voice over Chris.
“So! I’ve divided the teams up eveningly, with (Y/n), Me, and Issac on a team.” You smile, watching the images of you guys pop up on screen.
“Against, Theo, George, and Arthur!” The video cuts back to all of you guys getting ready to play.
“How is this fair,” George says, walking up to the goal. “I have one person who is 59 years old and another who is paper thin.”
“What does that have to do with anything??” Arthur yells, before the video cuts to Theo frowning.
Somehow, probably because George’s team had Theo Baker, but your team was losing. Eventually it ended up with you all taking penalty shots, and whoever makes it first wins the game. You were first up, with Arthur following you.
You look behind you and yell back at the guys, “I’m scared, I don’t want ArthurTv to win a ChrisMD video!!”
Arthur extends his arms and yells. “What?!!” Causing the guys to laugh at him.
Walking up to the line you feel your heart pumping, and while you watch it back you can feel the anxiety radiating off of your body.
Chris claps, “C’mon!! You’ve got this, just remember the goal from the other day!”
You feel your heart race at the mention of the goal from the other day and the embrace you had shared with him. You walk a bit back from the line, before taking a deep breath and running up to kick the ball, and in classic ChrisMD fashion, your goal makes it, causing your team to win.
You run back cheering, as everyone, including the guys on the other team, cheer for the goal you make. Chris rushes towards you, grabbing you into a hug, which causes you to laugh and hug him back. You guys hug for a minute longer than necessary, making it obvious that it wasn't just a celebratory hug, which one of the editors put a funny gif on screen. You guys break as Issac runs up and celebrates the win with you guys.
You watch as Chris, standing next to Chris as he does the outro.
Smiling from your couch, you feel your phone buzz. You look at texts from Yasmin, asking you about your whereabouts, you don’t open the messages and instead throw your phone down. You get up from the couch and stroll through your apartment all the way back to your bedroom.
Walking in your room, you grin at the sight.
“Mmm, I was wondering where you were.” A sleepy voice says from your bed.
“Oh you know, my favorite youtuber ChrisMD uploaded a video, I had to make sure I was one of the first viewers.”
Chris laughs and sits up in your bed. “Oh yeah, what’s the amazing video about?”
“Something to do with a pop-star, I think it’s a must watch.”
