Erling Haaland (36)

Your phone screen lit up with Erling's video call. When he accepted, his huge smile filled the frame; he looked tired after training with Manchester City, but his eyes lit up when he saw you.

" Hey! "she greeted with that same energy she'd kept since they were kids in Norway, when you, with your German and Russian roots, became her childhood crush at age five. "I missed you today. How was your day?"

"Everything's fine here, Erling. And you? You look exhausted," you said, hiding some papers out of the camera's view.

"A little, the Premier League is intense," he admitted, turning his phone over. "Look, I was just looking at the details of the living room."

Erling showed you around. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that his mansion was decorated exactly to your taste. Even though you didn't live together, he had made sure to capture your essence in every corner to feel close to you, a beautiful custom he'd maintained since he left for Dortmund at 19 and began the tradition of calling you every single night without fail.

"You know this is your home," she said with that devotion that had never faded. "Everything is ready for when you decide to come."

You bit your lower lip, unable to contain your surprise.

—Well, about that... look what I bought today.

You held up the envelope in front of the camera, clearly displaying the tickets. Direct Flight: Destination, United Kingdom.

Erling froze completely. His eyes went from confusion to utter shock.

"Are you coming to Manchester?" Her voice was higher than usual. "When? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"It's a huge surprise. I'm arriving in a couple of days, so get that mansion ready."

City's star striker looked like a kid on Christmas Day. He ran a hand through his hair, a huge smile on his face.

"I can't believe it..." she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm going to pick you up at the airport. Nothing else matters. You're finally going to be here with me again."