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sofia stared at her phone, speechless at that last text. she knew he meant it in a friendly way, he made that clear when he stated he needed a friend... but she couldn't help but overthink it. dele made sofia feel this intense kind of anger and hatred, but it was mixed with love. she couldn't describe it, but every time she thought of him she felt strange. she didn't know why she liked him so bad when she barely knew him, but there was something about him that made her feel things she'd only felt with one other person.

sofia spent the rest of the night thinking about dele and his texts. she wish she could stop but her overthinking got so bad she grabbed her phone and stalked his instagram. and not just his. his best friend, his family, his teammates... she even stalked ruby.

"what am i doing?" she mumbled to herself.

it was midnight but she was wide awake, all her feelings on her mind. sofia wandered down into the kitchen as quietly as she could and made herself a cup of tea and grabbed the biscuits to go with.

"what are you doing at this time of night?" paulo inquired.

"couldn't sleep." she smiled weakly.

paulo stared at her with a concerned look and sat down opposite her. "what's wrong?"

"nothing?"

"sof, i know you. you always tell me stuff, don't start shutting me out now."

she sighed. "there's this guy..." she started off before telling him everything, minus his name.

"right so firstly, what's his name? if he's a football player, i've gotta know. secondly, he's a fool. for starters he led you on whilst in a relationship, and regardless of if he says he was just looking for a friendship, the way he spoke to you does not equal that. next, he called you out for being a liar because you never told him about your BROTHER, but kept the fact he had a GIRLFRIEND a secret... the hypocrisy! and then when you confront him he acts like a child and literally does not talk to you for FOUR WEEKS until he dumps his girlfriend? sounds like a tool. he's not worth your time."

"i... i mean, do i have to tell you his name? and i know he isn't but i can't help but give it to him. i don't know why paulo but i really like him. it's like some magnetic pull, no matter what he does i can't help but want to go back to him."

"yes you have to tell me so... tell me. and i get it, i don't really know what to tell you. if you feel so strongly that you think something could possibly happen, then maybe try and see if it does but please if you do, be cautious because if you go in deeper, you can get hurt so much worse."

"his names dele. dele alli? and i know, i know not to be too trusting this time."

"the tottenham player?"

"yeah"

"right..." paulo didn't know how to feel. he'd heard bad things about dele, granted they'd been in the media he'd been branded quite the womanizer which worried him especially with what he had heard. however, if sofia is happy, then he'll let it be.

"thank you for listening to me, and for giving me some advice. i think i know what i'm going to do. i love you paulo."

"i love you too sof. sleep well" he smiled and went back up to bed leaving sofia alone.

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