Pressure | hemmings {au}

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"Rumors have swirled in the Liverpool camp as to who will be transferring to Manchester United. Luke Hemmings and Calum Hood have been the names on everybody's lips, however this could all just be lies. Why would Brendan Rodgers give up the two young men that could help his team achieve the Premier League title?"

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Luke's stomach twisted in knots as he shut off the television in front of him, looking over to the muscly boy sitting beside him.

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"I don't want to go, Cal," he sighed softly, trying his best not to cry.

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"I don't want to either," he murmured, staring at Luke with sad eyes.

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Luke huffed and looked away, staring aimlessly around their flat, trying to find a way to make them stay together.

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"I wish I never liked United and wanted to be on the youth team and always found my heart had been in Liverpool the entire time sooner."

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The two sat in silence for a moment or two.

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"They would've found out about you eventually, Hemmo. They always find the best."

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Luke looked over at Calum and smiled.

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"What are you trying to say here, Cal?"

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Calum grumbled to himself before looking over at his best friend, a smile growing on his lips.

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"As much as I hate to admit this, you're better than me out on the pitch."

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Luke's smile widened.

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"Really?"

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"No, I'm just messing with you," Calum laughed.

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Luke laughed too before he chucked the pillow that had been next to him at Calum.

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"Asshole," Luke mumbled quietly to himself.

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Calum sighed, irritated by the pillow messing up his hair.

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"I was being serious, dude. Now stop acting like we're at a sleepover and let's come up with a way for us to stay together."

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Luke shrugged, staring back at the now black television.

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"It's not like we can purposely play like shit so we can get transferred back or anything."

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Calum's eyes widened as a huge smile started to form on his chiseled face.

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"Luke, you're a fucking genius!"

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