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Forgotten Memories Part 12

“When you become super rich, what will you buy?” I asked smiling up at him.

“I’ll buy you a present first”, he said holding my hand as we walked through the park grass.

“What present?” I asked wondering all the things I would want him to buy.

“What about a teddy bear?” he suggested.

“Wearing the Portugal shirt with your number”, I suggested smiling broadly.

“Whatever you want”, he replied pecking my hand.

*End of flashback*

I am sure he didn’t mean it. I hope he didn’t mean it. He can’t have meant it. It was wrong, surely it was wrong. But I heard it. I heard him say it. He did mean it. He said it when we were younger but it has been years. He can’t have meant it.

“Cariña are you okay?” James asked me.

“Yeah, I am fine”, I said breaking from my train of thoughts.

The ceremony continued with the host addressing the remaining winners. The award for the best goalkeeper was given to Coutinho (Chelsea) and the winning defender was Sergio Ramos (Real Madrid). Once his name was called, a lot of cheers and whistles roared up in the room.

Then the host announced the winner for the best midfielder, which was awarded to the one and only James Rodriguez. Everyone on our table was on their feet, cheering, smiling, and applauding James’ accomplishment.

I took a glance towards Cristiano and he was just staring at me. Once the crowd had settled down, James was able to take his turn on giving a speech.

“Thank you so much for this award. I would like to thank my family, for standing by me and always being there for me. Especially supporting me throughout this whole process to get me to this stage in my life. I would also like to thank my beautiful, amazing, supportive best friend. She has been there in all my hardship and without her I wouldn’t have gotten this far in my life. Like she always says to me, the money can make you a good player but the passion makes you an amazing player”, he said and again everyone cheered as he descended down the steps to our table.

“Thank you for everything”, he whispered into my ear and pecked my cheek.

“Oi oi”, Marcelo shouted from the adjacent table. Making me blush a little.

“Only Marcelo”, he said smiling.

“Can you believe it. Most of the awards went to the Real Madrid team”, Carlota said smiling.

“We played well as a team and individually”, James said smiling, draping his arm over my shoulders.

“Bella, can I have another dance?” Sergio asked me.

“Nope”, James said butting in smiling.

“Why not?” Sergio asked confused.

“Because I called dibs on the next dance”, James said happily.

“James, Sergio, Alvaro, come on let’s take a group photo”, Isco said happily.

“You seem to be stealing all their hearts”, Carlota chimed in happily.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“James likes you. Sergio likes you. Even Cristiano likes”, she said watching my reaction.

“James has to like me, I’m his best friend. I’ve only just met Sergio, so I guess it’s nice that he likes me. Wouldn’t you want someone to like you, rather than hate you? I don’t think Cristiano likes me, I hardly know him”.

Pretty much what I had said was true. I hardly knew Cristiano anymore. It had been many years since we had any actual communication.

“Cristiano seems to like you. He has been watching you all evening long”, she said.

“I doubt that Carlota”, I said.

“What are you ladies talking about?” Sergio said, interrupting our conversation.

“Nothing”, she replied smiling and making her way to the bathroom.

“I know the perfect place to go on Friday”, he said.

“Where would that be?” I asked.

“Can’t tell you Bella. You will have to wait and see”, he said and made his way back to his seat.

“I have a question”, I asked James as he sat back next to me.

“Which would be?” he said.

“Would you be okay, with me going on a date?” I asked timidly.

“Of course, it’s your life” he said smiling.

“What if it was someone you knew”, I asked even more nervously.

“Who?” his smile sort of faded a little.

“Sergio Ramos”, I mumbled.

“Oh”, that was all he said. I waited a little for any sign of confirmation and when he didn’t I nudged me with a worried smile.

“If he does anything to harm or hurt you. I am going to...”, he started but I cut him off by hugging him. I really didn’t want him to finish off his sentence. I had an inkling of what he wanted to say.

“Thank you”, I said pecking his cheek.

*Wednesday afternoon*

We had finished for the day and all the children were standing outside, ready for their parents to collect them. One by one, each child rushed to their parents and waving goodbye to their teachers, until they see them tomorrow. 15 minutes had passed and most of the children had left the playground, except for a few. One of those children was Cristiano Ronaldo Junior.

“I think your papa is running a little bit late”, I said standing next to him.

“Papa always runs late when he has training”, he mentions.

“I am sure he will be on his way soon enough”, I said reassuring him.

“Ms Afonso”, Junior called out happily.

“Yes”, I replied.

“My papa is here”, he said pointing at his dad eagerly.

“Sorry for the lateness. Hi champ”, he said smiling at his son.

“Thank you for waiting for me”, he said, more to me than to both of us.

“It’s okay”, I said, picking up my bag to leave as all the other children had been collected by their parents or guardians.

“I have a present to give to you”, Cris said.

“Um thank you. But there was no need”, I said to him.

“I promised you”, he said.

“Cris I don’t know what you are on about”, I told him.

“Open it and you’ll find out”, he said.

I held a rectangular box with a bow on top of it. As I opened the gift, memories came flooding back to me.

*Flashback*

“When you become super rich, what will you buy?” I asked smiling up at him.

“I’ll buy you a present first”, he said holding my hand as we walked through the park grass.

“What present?” I asked wondering all the things I would want him to buy.

“What about a teddy bear?” he suggested.

“Wearing the Portugal shirt with your number”, I suggested smiling broadly.

*End of flashback*

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Be my girl Part 6

Friday couldn’t have approached any faster. I kept to busying myself with work. All the while wondering what Hector was doing. No, I wasn’t a lovesick puppy, but for once I finally decided to give someone a chance. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it was the right time to try and commit a little. I hardly went on two dates with anyone, so it was one of those rare moments.

“Senorita”, I heard Hector’s voice on the phone.

“Hola Hector”, I replied.

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Good. Just playing some Fifa”, I said.

“Hoping you are playing as Arsenal senorita”, he said cheerfully. Too bad, I was just going to bring his hopes down a little bit.

“Nope”, I told him, “I am playing as Liverpool”, I told him.

“Why?” I could hear the change in his voice.

“Is someone jealous again?” I asked smiling.

“And don’t lie again Mr”, I said.

“Just a tad. Let me come over and we’ll play some proper game”, he said.

“Let me guess COD?” I told him.

“Yep. I’ll help you with the basics too”, he said enthusiastically.

“No thank you”, I told him.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I have a date to prepare for”, I said switching off my tv.

“Oh, a date? With who? Do I know him? He is worthy of my approval? Will I like him when you introduce him to me?” he questioned.

“Why so many questions?” I asked.

“Why are you answering my questions with a question”, he questioned and I started to laugh.

“Yes, I am going on a date. With a certain someone. Yep, you do know him. Well considering he plays for Arsenal, I think he is worthy of your approval and lastly you would like him”, I said laughing and we both heard the doorbell.

“Speaking of him”, I said teasingly.

“Penny…” Hector started but I cut the line.

“Yes?” I said and saw the same delivery guy from last week.

“Good afternoon ma’am. Delivery for you again”, he smiled.

“Thank you. Let me guess no name?” and he nodded to my question.

“Have a lovely day ma’am”, he said before leaving.

Once again, another bunch of orchids, but this time they were mixed with forget-me-not flowers.

*knock knock*

“I’m coming”, I shouted.

“Senorita you know it’s nice to cut the line like that”, he said.

“You got here very fast”, I noticed.

“I was on my way here, whilst we were talking”, he told me.

“Nice flowers”, he said, eyeing my bunch of flowers.

“I know right and thank you”, I said.

“What’s in the bag”, I asked.

“Just mine and my dates food prep”, he said smiling.

“Ohhhh. So, you have a date too”, I said continuing on with his little joke.

“Yep. We are going to cook together”, he said, moving closer to me.

“Well good for you two,” I told him.

“What are you looking at huh?” I asked amused.

“Just waiting for my date to allow me to come in”, he said smiling.

“What if, she doesn’t want to let you in?” I said smirking.

“She doesn’t have much choice”, he retorted. Dropping the shopping backs and picking me up and running towards the kitchen, as we kept laughing.

“Hector!” I called out his name in fits of giggles.

“Si”, he said hugging me from behind.

“I think you broke something”, I said still giggling.

“Did I? What?” he said taking a glance back to the door, whilst still hugging my waist.

“Your nose”, I said, trying to quickly turn around and pull his nose. But being fast as he was, he held on to my wrist before I could do anything.

“Senorita, you’re going to have to try harder”, he said sticking out his tongue.

“Watch next time”, I said, relieving myself from his hold and making my way back to collect the shopping bags.

As he suggested, he had bought all the ingredients necessary for spaghetti Bolognese. I had decided to make one large pot, as I knew a certain someone would be round my house to finish off the rest.

We had made all the sauce and it tasted just like how my mum would make it. Hector tried to half bake the spaghetti, something Alex had taught him when they cooked together. But I wasn’t buying this half-cook method and told him to stick to the traditional way. We had let the sauce to simmer a while longer and Hector thought it would be fun to throw some cheese at me. Once there is throwing of food in a kitchen, it can only lead to one conclusion; food fight!

We had practically thrown around most ingredients on the counter top. Cheese, basil, tomatoes, some hard spaghetti pieces, flour, sugar, salt, ketchup. Pretty much my whole kitchen was empty and the food was either on us, the wall or all over the floor. What I hadn’t anticipated was the water. My kitchen sink was installed with a pull-out spray and Hector used that to his advantage and ended up drenching me with it. But I had managed to take the spray off Hector and it was my turn to get some revenge by spraying him. Not only was my kitchen covered with food, it had then ended up being sprayed with water.

Fortunately, the sauce wasn’t ruined and tasted even more delicious once it had rendered down to a more thicker consistency. But I had to make the spaghetti again, as some of the food me and Hector had been throwing, had been mixed into the hot boiling water.

Even though, the food was done, we cleaned up the colourful kitchen and then cleaned up ourselves. I had laid out some extra clothes for Hector. I had assumed he was about the same build as Alex, he was taller but these clothes had to do.

“I like the shirt, but I think you should get a different name on the back”, Hector said showing me the back of the shirt, which had Sergio’s Ramos printed on.

“He’s the yellow card king and he is a handsome man. How could I resist?” I said smirking.

“You’ll have to resist now”, he said coming up behind me and hugging me once again.

“I think you enjoy the hugs”, I said smiling, whist plating our food.

“You smell of roses”, he said closer to my ear.

“Thank you. You smell of roses too”, I said laughing.

“What’s funny, huh?”, he said tightening his hug.

“You smell very feminine right now, that’s all”, I said.

“This is your plate and mine”, I said handing him the plates, “I’ll get our glasses”, I said collecting them from the cupboard.

We had spoken about most things. Well I let him speak mostly, I just preferred to listen. I was always good at that. When I was younger, I hardly spoke and my teachers always assumed I had some attention or mental problem. But, that was never the case. I preferred to listen more and talk less. The things I noticed when I wasn’t talking was far greater than the things that I did speak about.

Just like the way Hector would scratch the back of his head when he was telling me an embarrassing story or something that he did was funny. He would always smile whenever he mentioned his mum and all the cute things she did for him. He would look to the left, when he was trying to tell a little lie but all these little mannerisms made him.

“Senorita, I hope I am not boring”, he said smiling.

“Nope. It has just been an eventful day”, I said.

“It has”, he said putting away our dishes into the sink.

“Shall we go and sleep. You have training tomorrow, if I remember correctly”, I said trying to remember he plans.

“On one condition”, he said.

“Which would be?” I asked confused.

“You join the beds again”, he said smiling and looking down a bit. A little redness creeping up to his cheeks. Never thought guys could blush.

“You really are getting comfortable in my house”, I replied laughing.

Again, the two single beds were joined into one and again he had spooned me into himself.

“Guess what”, he mumbled into my hair.

“What?”

“You smell of roses senorita”, which just made me laugh again.

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Forgotten Memories Part 11

“Ledies and gengleman. The best football player in the world is Cristiano Ronaldo”, I shouted on top of the slide and clapped loudly.

“Thank you. Thank you”, Cristiano said.

“I would like to thank my mama for always being there for me. My brother and sisters for never giving up on my dream and always guiding me. I would like to thank my papa, for struggling to make my dream come true. I would also like to specially thank my best friend. She has always been there for me. When I won, she cheered for me and when I failed she always cheered me up. I am lucky to have her and she is my everything”, he said.

I ran up to him and gave him the biggest hug and used all my power to muster up the biggest squeeze possible for a 7-year-old girl. He hugged me back and gave me a kiss on my head.

*End of flashback*

“Cariña”, James called out for me.

“Yes”, I shouted back, trying to put on my heels.

“Are you nearly done?” he asked behind the door.

“Nearly”, I replied.

Today some of the players had been invited to an award ceremony. Even though I didn’t like these kinds of events. I wasn’t going to miss it, especially as James was nominated for an award.

It had been weeks, since his and Cris’ fight. Their tension had slowly decreased and it was evident as they started to pick up their wins again. Even though they didn’t celebrate like before, they kept it civil and the press didn’t notice any hostility between the two.

I had worn a black dress, which I assumed looked nice enough for the award ceremony. I walked out of my bedroom and saw James in an all-black suit, with a matching tie and a crisp white shirt. He was always naturally good looking, but today he seemed even more handsome.

“Wow”, we both said in unison and started laughing.

“Shall we go?” he asked still staring at me.

“Let’s go and bring back an award”, I said laughing.

The event was quite tedious. I mostly kept to my phone, to pass the time and spoke to Carlota, every now and again. I had also been introduced to Nagora, she seemed nice and very smart just like her husband.

Cris had decided to come and sit at our table. I was hoping that another fight wouldn’t break out. I didn’t witness the first one, and I wasn’t going to see another now.

“You look beautiful tonight”, Cris complimented me.

“Thanks”, I said quickly. Keeping the conversation sweet and simple.

Especially with James’ hand draped over my shoulder, which then slid down to my arm and tighten a little. I knew he wasn’t looking at Cris, but I could tell he knew Cris’ presence was apparent.

“Surprised to see you here”, he pointed out.

“I’m here for James”, I said, loud enough for James to hear, as a small smile crept upon his lips, whilst he spoke to Alvaro.

“Well hopefully he gets an award for this season. He played well”, Cris said.

Either Cris gave an actual compliment or he was trying to get on my good side. I thought it was the latter, but who knew.

“Senora, could I ask you for a dance?” Sergio Ramos asked me.

Both me and James looked at each other, anticipating for James’ response. He just nodded and dropped his hand off my arm. I placed my hand in Sergio’s and he took us to the main floor. Thankfully it wasn’t just us dancing, there were already other couples.

“You always seem to amaze me”, Sergio said.

“What do you mean?” I asked as we swayed to the music.

“Your beauty. Whether you attend these events or when you are at home, you are always beautiful”, he explained, making me blush.

“Thank you. But most days I just look like a nerd”, I said.

“A cute nerd”, he said and I laughed.

“How comes you don’t attend these events more often?” he asked.

“I am mostly busy with my study and work. Don’t go out, unless its super important”, I told him.

“Tonight, is important why?” he asked confused.

“It is James’ night” I said happily.

“Ah I see. James is a lucky man to have you. Wish I had someone like you”, he said.

“How is James lucky? I am the lucky one”, I said smiling.

“He gets your attention and company. You are supportive and encourage him”, he listed.

“It’s kind of easy to be like that with him”, I smiled.

“Every girlfriend should have your characteristic”, he continued complimenting me.

“Girlfriend?” I asked confused.

“Yeah, you are James’ girlfriend”, he said.

“No, no”, I laughed, “I am not James’ girlfriend”, I said.

“Oh. I am so sorry. I assumed you were his girlfriend”, Sergio said embarrassed.

“It’s okay. Don’t tell anyone though”, I said smiling.

“Why not?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.

“I enjoy the single life and people don’t need to bother me much”, I explained.

“But do you not wish to have someone there for you when you get home? To talk to and enjoy someone’s presence? To not be alone?” he asked.

“Well I get that feeling sometimes”, I confessed.

“May I ask something” he said timidly.

“Yes?”

“Are you free next Friday?” he asked a bit quietly.

“Yes”, I said.

“Good”, he said twirling me around.

“Not to make you feel embarrassed, but everyone is watching us”, he told me.

“I know. James has been watching me since we left for the dance floor”, I told him smiling.

“Ladies and gentlemen, can you please return back to your seats”, the announcer said through the microphone. We make our way back to our seats.

“I get the next dance”, James whispered into my ear and I just smiled.

“Such a jealous boy”, I stuck my tongue at him quickly.

*Cristiano’s P.O.V*

She looked beautiful. Do I really need to say that? I am pretty sure most people noticed her beauty. Even though she kept to herself and stayed closed to James, everyone admired her.

“The award for best forward goes to Cristiano Ronaldo”, the announcer spoke. I made my way up to the stage and shook hands with the host and thanked them. I stood near the microphone and began my little appreciation speech.

“I would like to thank my mama for always being there for me. My brother and sisters for never giving up on my dream and always guiding me. I would like to thank my papa, for struggling to make my dream come true and I know he is watching me from heaven”, I said tearing up.

“I would also like to specially thank my best friend. She has always been there for me, even when things got tough and we parted. But I knew in my heart that when we won, she cheered for me and when we failed she always hoped we came back in the next game. I am lucky to have her and she is my everything”, I said looking at her.

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Be my girl Part 5

“I think you are supporting the wrong team you know”, I heard a voice call out.

“Nope”, I said popping the ‘p’.

“The better team won tonight”, I continued.

“Until next time, I’ll show you how an actual team wins. Tonight, you guys got lucky”, he said and laughed.

“Not lucky, my boys are impressive”, I said sounding proud.

“Your boys?”, he said raising an eyebrow.

“Yep her boys”, we heard Alex saying, as he came wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Let’s go celebrate”, he said cheerfully.

“I never got your name”, Emre asked.

“It’s”, I started, “none of your business”, Alex finished off my sentence even though it wasn’t what I was thinking. I lightly elbowed Alex at his torso.

“Its”, again I started.

“Penny”, shouted Hector running towards us.

“What are you doing here?” he asked Emre, a little out of breath.

“Just to see a beautiful lady”, he said winking at me. At least now I can confirm the wink from the game was for me and I gave a small smile.

However, to my surprise Hector shoved Emre after that comment, and Emre shoved him back. The little shoving started to become a blown-out fight. Both were shouting out profanities. Hector was on top and Alex tried to pull Hector off Emre. Everyone kept shouting, either profanities or to stop fighting. It was to no avail and then Oliver Giroud and Alexander Lacazette came out of the changing rooms and heard all the shouting and came running towards. They each pulled Emre and Hector from each other.

“Why are you guys fighting?”, Oliver asked.

“Ask you stupid friend there”, Emre shouted.

“I ain’t stupid, you puta”, Hector shouted back.

“Okay both of you just go!”, shouted Lacazette.

As my apartment was the closest to the stadium, we decided to drive there, so I could patch up the cut on Hector’s face. The journey was quiet and no one dared to speak, let alone make a noise.

Once we got in, I top off my coat and hurried to find the first aid kit. Hector followed me to the bathroom, as I was unpacking al the required necessities. He sat on top of my sink counter and I proceeded with patching him up. He tentatively placed his hands upon my waist.

“Why did you do it?” I asked.

“Because he was being an idiot”, he said.

“I’m sure it was nothing to do with that wink he gave”, I mumbled. I felt his grip tighten and I looked at his face.

“Hector are you jealous?” I asked.

“No”, he said, but I raised one of my eyebrow. “Okay a bit”, now I crossed my arms.

“Yes, senorita I am jealous”, he finally admitted pulling me into his arms.

“Why?” I asked playing with her collar button.

“Because I don’t want anyone to steal your attention. I still have to prove that I’m 1 in a million”, he confessed.

“Well tonight showed something else”, I said as I turned around to put away the first aid kit.

“Yeah, it’s called protecting my senorita”, he said pulling me back and planting a kiss on my cheek. A little blush crept onto my cheeks but I was still trying to be mad him.

“You and Alex can stay over tonight”, I said leaving the bathroom.

“Did he say anything”, Alex asked me.

“Nope. But the wound isn’t too bad. I don’t how he will explain to your boss once you guys go to training”, I said.

“I don’t know either”, he said.

“Thanks for patching him up Penny”, Alex said.

“It’s not a problem, you guys can take the beds, I’ll sleep on the sofa”, I said clearing up some of the mess in my apartment.

“No Penny. This is your place, you two take the beds and I’ll sleep on the sofa. Plus, I can’t deal with your snoring”, he joked and I tried to punch him but failed and ended up in a bear hug from Alex.

“You are amazing, you know that”, he said kissing my head.

“Yep”, I said smiling.

I could hear the shuffling of the bed covers, but it wasn’t mine. He seemed to keep tossing and turning in his bed.

“Hector, what’s wrong with you?” I asked him.

“I can’t sleep”, he said.

“I kinda figured that”, I told him.

“Sorry to have woken you up”, he said, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s the matter?” I asked him.

“This bed it too small”, he mumbled but loud enough for me to hear it.

I got up from my bed and told Hector to get up. Once he was up, I moved both of the single beds together, making it one.

“Will that help”, I asked him.

“Maybe”, he answered back, but I just rolled my eyes and got in.

“I thought we could make spaghetti Bolognese”, he said randomly.

“What?” I said turning to him.

“Spaghetti. You like spaghetti, right?”, he asked.

“Yes. But this is what you want to talk about right now?” I said.

“Or we could talk about you”, he said.

“No, we are sleeping”, I told him closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep.

“You are beautiful senorita”, he whispered. A small smile appeared on my lips.

I slowly opened my eyes and found him starting to relax and sleep. I could his warmth radiating between us. I had always seen Hector’s face, but today it was different. I could see every fine line and the little stubble that had started to grow. His long lashes and his stupid long hair. I would need to get him to cut that soon.

“Are you going to stare at me all night long”, Hector whispered, frightening me a little. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending not to have been caught by him.

Hector shifted closer to me and I could feel his hand gliding up my side and stopped just middle of my back. I turned around and backed myself towards him. His protective arm had tightened a little, bringing me even closer to him.

“I could get used to this”, he mumbled.

“Only if you don’t punch and start a fight with anyone else”, I told him.

“If they are trying to steal my senorita, then I will punch them”, he said.

“Nope. You say I’m your girl and that’s that”, I told him.

“My girl, huh”, he said, I could sense he was smiling.

“Yes, just like you are my man”, I told him, blushing.

“But you still have to prove yourself”, I said laughing quietly.

“No worries senorita”, he said kissing my cheek.

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Be my girl Part 4

“Are you going to come? Are you going to come? Are you going to come?”

Alex had me going insane the whole week. I suggested it once and that idea gave him so much hope that maybe I might turn up to a live Arsenal game.

“You’ll find out”, is all I said.

“Pennnnnnnnnyyyyyy”, he whined.

“Alllleeeeeexxxxxx”, I said.

“Hecccccttttoooorrrr”, Hector chimed in, which made me laugh.

“Hecky tell Penny that she will come to our match”, Alex tried to encourage Hector. I raised my eyebrow at him, so he wouldn’t side with Alex.

“I’m not getting involved”, he said raising his hands up.

“Come on man. This Gooner here”, he said pointing at me. “Has never been to a live game, can you believe it?”, he continued.

“Really? You should definitely go”, Hector now sided with Alex. Great now it was 2 vs 1. I was hoping Hector would be leave his little dispute between me and Alex, so Alex would have no choice but to let it go.

“I was going to go now, but now I ain’t”, I said sticking my tongue out.

“Come on Pennnnyyyy”, Alex clearly was going to be a headache today.

“Pennnnyyy”, great more voices.

“Yesssss”, I chimed back.

“Did you know today is Penny day”, Calum said.

“Penny day?”, I asked confused.

“Yeah might as well be, as everyone is screaming your name today”, he said and everyone started to laugh.

“Right I’m going to”, I said, picking up my bag.

“Why is it, whenever we come by, you leave. Do you have a secret crush on me?”, Calum joked.

“How did you know?” I gave a shocked face.

“You wish”, Alex said. I kissed Alex on the cheek and made my way back to my apartment.

I had just started to my assignment, when I heard a knock at the door. Strange as I hadn’t ordered anything, so I wasn’t a parcel to come to my apartment today.

“Delivery for Miss Penelope Garcia”, the delivery guy said.

“Yeah that’s me”, I said opening the door.

“Just sign here Miss”, he said, handing me the machine to sign off.

“Does it say who sent this?”, I asked confused.

“No Miss, there is no name of the sender”, he said. Well that’s great.

“Thank you”, I said, taking hold of my gift.

“No problem, have a lovely day”, he said as he made his way to the lift.

Again, I was sent orchids, but this time there was a note, which read:

‘Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love’

I removed the old bunch from my vase and replaced them with today’s boquet. I am sure it was from Hector, but he could have written his name on it, trying to act all mysterious.

Later today the guys were going to play against Chelsea. Either the streets of London will be blue or red today. But obviously this is nothing compared to the North London derby, that’s always something else. You couldn’t walk the streets, wearing the opposing team’s shirt without get stopped and having a little argument of who’s team is better and who’s team would win that day.

I had decided upon surprising Alex, as he was begging from earlier on. Sometimes surprises are nice and this one will be a good one, considering it would be a different experience for me. Watching the guys play on tv is one thing, but to see it live is another thing and it was bound to happen eventually. I guess today was the day.

The crowd was up on their feet and the whole stadium seemed to roar once Lacazette got his header passed the goal keeper and into the back of the net. Still Alex had not seen me, always focused on the game till he scored or there was a feeling that Arsenal would be taking the 3 points.

It only took 5 minutes and Liverpool had equalized the score. Emre Can, with an impressive strike to the bottom left hand corner, which Cech merely missed by fingertips. He came running to the Arsenal side and showed off his celebration. Catching my attention, he winked at me smiling and he ran back to his place for the game to start again. I was certain that wink wasn’t for me, but a little blush ran up to my cheeks.

The game continued, no goals but both teams were giving it their all. Until Hector came in with a two-footed tackle on Can. I was praying that Hector wouldn’t be given a red card. To my happiness, he was given a yellow. Referee assumed that he did touch the ball, but it was still risky and next time it shouldn’t be done. But to my surprise once Can got up, Hector mumbled something to him. I hope he was apologising, if not I was going to make him after. Perks of being a potential interest of a football player I guess.

Once the free kick was taken, we had seemed to take back the ball and moved forward towards Liverpool’s goal. Running fast was Alex, with Hector to his right and Giroud heading into the box to help with Alex. Giroud and Alex did a lovely one two pass, which allowed Alex to give Arsenal the lead. Again, all the Gooners were up on their feet, cheering loudly. Giroud ran up to Alex and gave him a bro hug, whilst the others came to join in with the celebration, happiness spread across all their faces. Alex turned and caught my face, he was shocked and that was a priceless moment, that I would always treasure. As the players jogged backed to their positions, Alex quickly ran up to our side and gave me two thumbs and a kiss. I knew after the match, whether they lost or won, he would still be happy.

It was the 90th minute and the referee had announced another 2 minutes at stoppage time. Arsenal was still leading at 2-1. Just if they were to score one more goal, it could seal their 3 points. Henderson had tried to give a back pass to Clyne, but was intercepted by Hector. Once the ball was at his feet, he didn’t stop. That boy was the real-life version of flash. Nearing to the corner of the box, Hector turned slightly to the left and shot the ball just under the arms of Karius, who couldn’t stop the ball from going into the net.

Once more the crowd leapt to their feet, we were going to win 3-1 and the 3 points were ours for the taking. All the Arsenal players had leapt on top of Hector, creating a stack. Poor Hector was squashed at the bottom, but it made some fans laugh and the rest were howling and screaming out of happiness.

As the crowd continued with their celebrations, the referee blew his whistle for the final time tonight, ending the game. Fans were applauding the efforts of the boys and cheers continued to ring throughout the stadium. Hector got closer to the side where I was sitting and winked at me with a big smile across his face and mouthed out ‘senorita’. I gave him a quick air kiss, so out of my character. But I guess today I was out of my comfort zone.

I was given a pass by a security guard to stay on the pitch once everyone had exited the stadium.

“I think you are supporting the wrong team you know”, I heard a voice call out. As I turned around it was Emre Can.

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Forgotten Memories Part 10

Forgiveness can sometimes be a hard thing to ask, especially a forgiveness that should have been asked many years ago. Every time I tried to talk to her, all she did was get upset. I doubt I would be getting any forgiveness from her. She’s grown up, she’s not my Isa anymore.

I missed the days we would run around in the park and we play football. More like Isa would just pick up the football and try to run to the goal post. She wasn’t fast enough but she tried and it was funny seeing her waddle. Chubby Isa. Sometimes, well it was most times, I would end up kicking my ball right into Mrs Hernandez’s window. She would always come screaming for my name and waving around a rolling pin.

Mama would always pull my ear and tell me off, saying why I wasn’t like Isa. Such a good child and well behaved. I should have been more like her. But I was me and always playing football and if the goal ended in someone’s window I wasn’t too fussed, especially in Mrs Hernandez.

“How was she?” I asked.

“Who?” Sergio asked confused.

“Isabella. You know the girl that’s with James”, I explained.

“She was angry. Especially since you and James got into a fight”, he said.

“It wasn’t my fault”, I said.

“Then it was James?” he questioned.

“You saw he threw the first punch”, I stated.

“Yeah but you kept talking about Bella. You kept questioning him”, he tried defending James.

“Don’t call her Bella” I said annoyed.

“Cris what is your problem. Are you going to pick a fight with everyone that knows her?” he said.

“Just forget it. I’m heading home”, I said picking up my keys.

“Get your shit sorted today”, he shouted to me, as I walked to my car.

I wasn’t having a fight with everyone. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted Bella to be okay. I wanted her safe around the people she knew or met. I just wanted her back I guess. She was happy to talk to everyone but me.

I headed to the café. I knew going there would help me get my mind off things, especially help to clear up my frustration with Bella.

“Mijo, qué pasa?” Mrs Garcia asked me.

“Nothing Mrs Garcia”, I knew she’d notice my lies.

“Mijo!”, I knew her too well.

“Girl troubles”, I mumbled.

“Girl troubles? Mijo you are a handsome boy; how could you have problems with girls?” she asked me.

“Is there a specific girl who’s troubling you?” she asked. I just nodded.

“Who?” she continued asking me.

“Mrs Garcia, are you here?” a familiar voice shouted in the empty café.

“Yes, I am here cariña”, she called back.

She looked beautiful, as she did all the other times I ran into her. She wore a white midi dress, which framed her figure perfectly. Her hair cascaded in loose waves, just reaching the middle of her back.

“Are you stalking me?”, she said to me, waking me up from my thoughts.

“No”, I said.

“Then why are you here?” she asked, her voice a bit less quiet.

“I just wanted a place to get away and think”, I said.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“To get my regular coffee”, she stated quickly.

“Isa”, I started to talk.

“Why are you so adamant in talking to me?” she asked confused with a hint of annoyance.

“To explain myself. If you would let me”, I told her.

“What’s there to explain? You left me and that was that”, she said, her voice had anger and sadness mixed together.

“I did leave. Do you know why?” I asked her.

“Yeah you wanted to play football and earn a lot”, she stated, as if that was the only reason.

“Yes, so I could help with my family”, I said.

“You didn’t need to leave. You had older siblings. They could have made money and helped with your family’s finance”, she said loudly getting annoyed again.

“Isabella. It’s not that simple”, I said.

“No Cris, it’s very simple. You left me, you became famous, earned a lot, you have millions of girls at your feet. You have the big house that you wanted. You should be happy now, you have everything”, she said shouting at me.

“I don’t have everything Bella”, I shouted. I could feel Mrs Garcia and everyone else in the café looking at us.

“What doesn’t the all great Cristiano Ronaldo have?” she said sounding sarcastic.

“I don’t have you”, I confessed loudly.

“What”, she murmured, shocked by my confession.

“I don’t have you Bella”, I said sounding defeated.

“The last few years have been hard. I wake up and every day I feel lost, I feel like something is missing in my life. I go out and party. I have girlfriends. I keep distracted and continue to play football. But nothing seems to fill my hole. Then I saw you”, I confessed.

“Then you fel whole again?” she said.

“Yeah, kinda”, I said.

“Cris it doesn’t work like that. You can’t expect me to fix your problems and make everything better. That’s not me”, she said.

“I don’t want you fixing anything, I didn’t say that. I just said that seeing you made me happy again. The day I left Portugal, was the day I lost all my happiness”, I told her.

“You think I have been any happier?”, she questioned me.

“You look happy. You have a good job, you have your family and you have James”, I said.

“Cris you really don’t know anything about me. But you are right about one thing. I have James”, she said. Why did that feel as if someone had just stabbed me in the guts.

“Tell James I said sorry”, I said.

“About James. Next time you think it’s okay to punch him. Don’t! Why did you even do it, huh?” she warned me loudly.

“I was just asking him how you were doing and then next thing I know his throwing punches at me”, I told her.

“I don’t see any marks on you”, she said looking over my face and arms.

“Because he wasn’t strong enough”, I said smiling.

“Cris it aint funny”, she said hitting me.

“Always hitting me”, I said thinking of the old days.

“You deserved it”, she said shoving me.

“You deserved so much better”, I said.

“I’m going to go. Don’t start another fight with James. Okay”, I told him.

“Okay I won’t. Isabella”, would she accept this.

“Yes”, she said quickly.

“I am sorry”, I said.

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Be my girl Part 3

Just another Gooner wearing the lovely number 15’s shirt.

He said I was his good luck charm. I knew today I wouldn’t be one. I loved the team but I knew how these 2 leg games were going to end for us. We lost the first leg 2-0. Which meant we needed to score 3 goals to win our game. Tonight, we did enough to win the game but not enough to move on to the next stage.  

He was going to be angry and I knew he’d blame himself for it. It wasn’t entirely his fault but he would blame himself regardless. That is what he had been doing since he came back from Munich. He kept on complaining over the same thing all day. All the missed chances he had and all the wrong passes he made.

“There’s always next year”, I told Alex, massaging his shoulders.

“It should have been this year though”, he complained.

“Don’t worry you’ll get the champions league soon enough”, I said trying to encourage him.

“But it shouldn’t have been this year”, he repeated.

“Oh my God! Alex just calm down. So, you guys didn’t make it this year. Train hard, work hard and then you’ll make it next year and it will all be worth it after. Okay?” I told him.

“Okay”, he finally admitted.

“Let’s go clubbing tonight”, he suggested.

“Today is Friday?” I stated trying to make it sound like a question.

“Yeah today is Friday. Perfect day to go out and have a little fun, no?” he said finishing his toast.

“I won’t be free tonight”, I told him.

“How comes?” he asked.

“I have a family dinner to attend to unfortunately”, I lied to him.

“Oh okay”, he just said accepting my lie. I really didn’t like lying to him, but hopefully I wouldn’t have to continue with it.

“Penny you got a delivery”, Alex shouted and I started running to the door.

“Who’s it from?” I asked curious.

“It has no name Miss”, the delivery man said.

“Oh, that’s strange. But these are some pretty orchids”, I said putting the flowers into a vase.

“Yes, they are. Is there something that you are hiding from me”, Alex suggested. My heart had started to pace, what if Alex knew about me and Hector.

“No. I have nothing to hide”, I said.

“Uh sure missy. I’ll find out”, he said teasingly.

“I’m not hiding anything”, I said back to him, sticking my tongue out.

We had opted to go to out in London. No stereotypical dinner date on the first meeting. Our dress code was simple. Just trousers, converses, a top and a coat to keep us slightly warm from the breezy October weather.

“This is different”, I said.

“Were you expecting me to take you out on a dinner date? Buy you roses? Give you a kiss and send you home?” he asked.

“Yeah”, I mumbled embarrassed.

“Ah senorita that’s common stuff. If I am to impress you, we must have an impressive night”, he said. Such a seductive man I see.

“So what will we do on your impressive night out?” I asked.

“Not telling you”, he said as he grabbed my hand and we made our way to Central London.

Our impressive night consisted of was going to a giant ball pit for adults. I felt more like a child rather than an adult. Most of the time Hector looked determined and in his zone. But tonight, he looked different. He looked happy, calm, and care-free. I could get used to this big child. At the ball pit there was a bar and we ordered some before heading out to a local takeaway near his place.

“Senorita”, Hector said.

“Si”, I looked up smiling at him whilst picking up a piece of chicken.

“Why are you beautiful?”, he asked.

“Ask my parents”, I said.

“Your parents?” he asked confused.

“Yeah they made me, so I look like this because of them”, I explained.

“Very true and I’m lucky they made you”, he said looking down and smiling.

“Do you flirt with all girls like this?” I asked.

“No time to flirt”, he said.

“No time to flirt?”, I said laughing.

“What’s funny?” he asked confused.

“You have girls always falling for you. How do you not have enough time?” I stated.

“Because not every girl is the right type. Some could be after my money and fame”, he stated back, “are you after my fame and money”, he joked.

“Actually I’m slowly trying to befriend Santi so then he can introduce me to Sergio Ramos and then we can fall in love and have a family”, I battered my eyelashes at him, trying to be all innocent.

“Or you can ask me and I can try to hook you up with Sergio”, he said going along with my joke.

“Really? That would be amazing. You know he looks amazing, those sexy biceps with tattoos, his sexy face and omg that voice”, I gushed over, trying to stay in character.

“Yeah he is well sexy and he looks like a horse”, he said.

“Is that jealously I hear in your voice?” I said.

“Nope”, he started to clear up our takeaway.

“Hector, you know I’m joking. Why would I be here with you if I didn’t like you?”, I asked.

“You like me?” he looked up, a little smile across his lips.

“I have to, you are mates with my best friend”, I said making my way to his kitchen.

“You know you should cook. You have a nice kitchen”, I said trying to change the subject.

“Maybe we can cook something, next week”, he suggested leaning against the counter.

“Ummm..”

“If you would like, that is”, he said, moving closer to me.

If I said yes, then we would see each other again and maybe we could have something. But that would mean more lying to Alex, till we found a way to explain to Alex about us. But I could say no and then no more lying to Alex, but I might miss out on Hector.

“Senorita. What are you thinking about?” he asked, very close to my face.

“What will we be cooking?” I asked.

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Forgotten Memories Part 9

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!”, I shouted at James, lying next to him in his bed.

“Oh my God, Cariña!”, James shouted back me, “why do you do this to me every weekend? Ughhh”, he groaned.

“Because it’s fun and you love me for it”, I said.

“I really don’t love you for it”, he said trying to shout back in my ear, trapping me in his arms.

“Cariña”, he kept shouting in my ear.

“Ughhh you are the worst”, I said as he tried to tighten his grip a bit.

“All is fair in love and war my dear”, he said.

“And what war are we in?”, I replied, trying to wriggle out of his arms.

“The war of mornings”, he said.

“You know you should really get that black eye checked out”, I said, tracing his shiner with my thumb.

“It’s fine. It will fade. Accidents always happen. Especially when you aren’t paying attention and ball comes flying into your face”, he said, removing a strand from my face.

“Well just tell me who it was and I’ll go down to training with you and I’ll beat them up”, I said, “If it was Marcelo, I would happily go down there”, I said trying to act all serious.

“Firstly, missy you will not beat up anyone and secondly, I told you, it was an accident”, he replied. Something in his voice made me think otherwise.

*knock knock*

“I’m going to get the door now”, I said still trying to get out of his arms.

“No stay”, he said.

*knock knock*

“See they won’t stop. If you don’t let me go I won’t cook you any breakfasts in the morning”, I said to him sternly.

“Okay carina”, he said finally letting me go.

*knock knock*

“I’m coming I shouted”, to the person behind the door.

“Yes how can I...”, I stopped midway.

“Hola”, he said. 

“Hello”, I replied, ‘If you are looking for James, he is inside’, I continued. 

“Cariña who’s at the door?”, James asked coming to the door. 

“Um its”, I was stopped midway.

“Oh, hola Sergio. What brings you hear?”, James questioned. 

“Just wanted to drop by and ask if you wanted to go to a party?”, he asked.

“Who’s going?” James asked.

“Me, Marcelo, Toni, Benzi, Morata and Cris”, he started to say the names faster as he went along.  

“It’s cool, I don’t want to go”, he said.

“Come on James”, he pleaded.

“No Sergio I don’t want to go”, he said sounding harsh.

“Bro, if it was about the fight...”, Sergio started.

“Wait what fight?”, I asked now confused.

“Cariña, just go inside please”, James asked.

“No, I want to find out what fight he is talking about”, I asked annoyed.

“Can we go inside, I don’t think it’s appropriate to have this conversation here”, Sergio gestured at the hallway. 

“Fine come in, but I want to know everything about this fight”, I said sounding annoyed. 

“Cariña its nothing. Carina I told you, it was an accident”, he said.

“Who was in the fight, huh?”, I asked sounding increasingly furious with the lies.

“Cristiano”, Sergio piped up.

“Seriously? Cristiano? Why?”, I asked annoyed.

“He just has a big gob and says a lot of things”, he finally admitted.

“What’s going to happen to him now?”, I asked sounding concerned.

“The boss is going to take him off some games and then keep an eye on him after”, Sergio said.

“You men and your big egos”, I shouted.

“Cariña where are you going?” James called out for me.

“To clear my head”, I said.

It was quite nice outside today. Couldn’t believe I was going to be cooped inside all day. There was a gentle breeze which made the leaves in the trees dance. Especially the cherry blossom trees, when the little petals fell on to the pavements and roads. Things you would only expect to see in movies and written in books. This was a picture-perfect scene.

“Primo caramel latte”, I heard a familiar voice say.

“Can I sit here?” he asked after.

“You going to throw punches at me too?” I asked annoyed.

“Isa, it wasn’t like that”, he started to say.

“I told you before, don’t call me Isa”, I said through gritted teeth.

“Please Isabella. Can we talk”, he asked again.

“Why? What for?” I asked annoyed.

“Look I didn’t mean to hurt him…” he started

“Oh yeah so he got a black eye on his own then?” I said my voice raising a little.

“No. I did it. But he threw punches first. I asked him about you and…” he said.

“Why the hell were you asking him about me?” I asked annoyed.

“I just wanted to know about you”, he said shyly.

“You knew about me and I will stay like that. Next time punch yourself, not at James”, I said angrily picking up my stuff and heading out.

“Isabella please don’t go”, he pleaded.

“I asked you to stay and you went”, I said, tears clouding my eyes.

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Be my girl Part 2

“Yoooooooooooo”, Alex boomed in my ear.

“For God’s sake Alex, why can we never have a normal greet?”, I asked, trying to find my hearing again.

“When were we ever normal?”, he commented.

“That’s very true”, I thought about it.

“So, did the date go well?”, he asked me,

“What date?”, Calum piped in. I thought I was only going to see Alex today, guess the whole crew would be joining us instead.

“It’s nothing”, I said.

“Date? With who?”, Hector questioned me.

“No one”, I said. Turning towards Alex and giving him the ‘I’m annoyed you have a big mouth’ look. He gave a simple apologetic look, trying to warm my heart up.

“Penelope!” a heard an all too familiar voice.

“I thought it was you. How have you been?”, he asked.

“I’m good. How have you been?” I said forcing a smile.

“I’ve been good too. I didn’t hear back from you”, he said.

“Yeah about that. I thought that it wasn’t the best time for a relationship. I’ve been busy with my career”, I replied.

“Oh no worries. See you around Penelope”, he said melancholy.

“Yeah see you around”, I replied.

“Who was that?” Calum enquired.

“Just some guy my parents set me up with”, I said unfazed.

“Why are your parents setting you up with people? Can’t you find anyone yourself?” Calum asked.

“I can. My parents are something else”, I replied.

“Was the date not good?”, Hector asked.

“No, it wasn’t”, I said.

“You really aren’t giving the details, are you?” Calum observed.

“Unlike you gossip girls, my life is mine and I don’t share everything”, I said packing up my stuff.

“Penny they didn’t mean to be nosey”, Alex tried to defend his mates.

“Right I need to get going. See you guys. See you later Alex”, I said to him.

I wasn’t out going like most girls. Just kept to myself and hardly went out unless Alex asked me. If he needed his back up girl, I was always there for him. If he needed a friend to complain to, I was there. Pretty much I was his go to girl for everything. Just as he was my go to guy for most things. But sometimes having someone who wasn’t just a friend would have been nice. Someone to cuddle with in cold, rainy nights. Someone to talk to about the more deeper stuff in life with. Someone to wake up to every morning and feel like all happiness and peace laid on them. And someone to fall in love with and seem to never fall out with. But I guess that’s all in books and romantic movies.

Nights like this always called for midnight snacks. I made my way to my fridge, only to discover that I bought everything but snacks. Peachy, now I’d have to run to the store for some ice cream. Luckily tonight it wasn’t raining, so I could quickly run in my pyjamas and make it back in time.

“So that will be £2.75”, the cashier said.

“Here you go”, a fiver was handed to the cashier. Only to my surprise it was Hector.

“Why did you do that?” I asked confused.

“Gentlemen’s exist”, he said.

“Yeah 1 in a million”, I said smiling.

“That 1 being me”, he smirked.

“Maybe, maybe not”, I said picking my ice cream and heading home.

“Nice shorts”, he shouted after me.

“Clearly you ain’t the 1”, I shouted back to him smiling, continuing my stride back to my apartment.

“Would you like a ride back to your place?” he asked.

“No thank you”, I said.

“Please at least let me take you home. I’ll feel okay, knowing you got home safe”, he said, pulling me back a little.

“Yeah, okay fine”, I finally gave up.

Not a bad car for a youngster at Arsenal. I guided him to the street of my apartment but not to the exact door. My mama always said don’t talk to strangers. Hector tried to make conversation, but I kept to small talk. Less we talk the better I thought.

“You know you really are a mystery sometimes”, Hector said I exited his car.

“Good I like it like that”, I told him, gently slamming his car.

“If I can take you out on Friday, I’ll let you slam my car door harder”, he joked.

“Haha very funny mister”, I said making my way slowly up the paved hill.

“I’m being serious. Well about the date”, he said rolling his car alongside me.

“But we discussed you are not the 1”, I said laughing.

“Let me show you and you’ll see I’m that 1 in a million”, he commented. He’ll be like the others so there no point in giving up on free food and a night to dress up I thought.

“You know Alex would get mad”, I said.

“He wouldn’t. If it doesn’t go as you plan. Then he wouldn’t notice any different”, Hector commented.

“Have you been planning this?”, I questioned him.

“Nope. But I have been wondering when I could get the chance to ask you out”, he said. I guess I should take him out of his misery.

“Fine Friday it is. But I get to pick the place and time”, I said.

“Fine by me”, he replied. He got out his phone and took my number down.

“See you on Friday Senorita”, he said.

I liked the sound of that.

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Be my girl Part 1

Me and Alex, Alex Chamberlain, had been mates since college. Even after all these years, people would assume me and him had dated or were dating.

But we would always give the same reply, no we were just friends. Everyone would either laugh or just politely smile and we both could see through their fake smiles.

It was match day and Alex as usual invited me to the game. A north London derby, an epic match as always. Now I wouldn’t be a true friend if I wasn’t supporting our team.

“Penny!!!”, Alex shouted.

“Alleexxx!!!” I shouted back, running up to him.

“Did you see my goal?? Did you see that beautiful strike?” he gushed over, smiling widely, hugging me.

“Yes, I did! Oh my God it was amazing!”, I said, my smile wide as his.

“Okay love birds, break it up”, Oliver chuckled past us. My cheeks started to heat up.

“See I knew you two were dating”, he said smiling. If only he knew, he was the reason for my bushing.

“No, we aren’t!”, we both said in unison.

“Only couples do that”, he said laughing.

“Go away Oli, you didn’t even score today”, Alex tried to change the subject.

“I didn’t but everyone did see you goal celebration. And we all know who that was for”, Oliver commented, smirking at me.

“Shut it Oli”, Alex said.

“Leave them be Oli”, Per piped in, finally guiding Oliver to the car park.

“See you again mon cheri”, Oliver shouted before leaving the building.

He was so gorgeous, I could hardly formulate proper sentences when I was near him.

“You know one of these days I will punch him”, Alex muttered.

“If you do that, then you won’t score many more goals. Do you want that?”, Alex shook his head.

“Right. Let’s go and get some ice-cream and let me kick your butt on some FIFA?” I suggested.

“Actually. We are going to a party”, he replied.

“Oh okay. Well I hope you enjoy your evening”, I said, making my way to his car.

“Hey, hey”, Alex said pulling me back, “We, as in, me and you”, he continued.

“Whose party?”, I asked confused.

“Look who is jealous now”, he said joking, “It is Hector’s birthday”.

“Am I your plus one?” I asked.

“Yeah you are and I am sure you will have so much fun. We hardly go to parties. You always gotta try something new, occasionally, no?”, he had a point.

“Okay fine let’s go”, I said.

“Wait that was too easy. What do you want Penny? Penny? Penny?!!”, he kept shouting as I continued walking to his car smiling.

*At the party*

“Everyone quickly hide!”, Calum quietly shouted.

We could hear footsteps approaching the door. The jingle of keys and the rattle of the door handle.

“Happy Birthday!”, everyone shouted.

Hector looked very surprised and happy. A wide smile appeared on his face. The party was surprisingly decent. I’m surprised these football boys can plan something birthday worthy. Balloons in the corners, banner hanging from one end of the wall to the other. Let’s not forget the big birthday cake with his face on it. A bit too much, if you ask me and it seems very vain.

“Happy birthday, bro”, Alex said giving him a bro hug.

“Thanks dude. Thanks to all of you guys for throwing me this party”, he said. A cockney accent mixed with some Spanish, nice.

“Don’t worry about it”, Alex Iwobi said.

“Just wait until you see the presents”, my Alex said.

“I hope they are good presents”, Hector laughed.

“Oi get away from her”, Alex shouted, and pushed the guy I just met to the side.

“Really Alex? Come on”, I complained.

“He ain’t good. You can do so much better. Come let’s dance”, Alex tried to wiggle his way out of our little argument.

“Fine”, I groaned.

We danced for a while. I say “danced” lightly because Alex had two left feet. All those little dance steps I taught him, clearly was not paying off right then. God help the girl who falls for him.

“Okay Alex let’s get a drink before you break my feet”, I said laughing.

“Ha ha funny”.

“The best way to salsa is with a proper Spanish man you know”, Hector whispered into my ears, catching me off guard.

“Depends if they can salsa”, I replied.

“Most can”, he replied, “I never got your name?”

“It’s Penny”, I said.

“Short for Penelope?”

“Yes”, I replied suspiciously, “did Alex tell you?”

“Nope, just guessed”, he said smirking and moving to another group of his friends.

“Penny you know it ain’t attractive to smoke”, Alex said to me.

“I know, but it helps with the stress”, I told him.

“And what stress would that be huh?”, he playfully nudged me.

“My family”, I admitted.

“What about your family?”

“They are trying to get me to date this guy. They’ve been trying to hook me up on blind dates for ages”, I said.

“Why the need?” Are you into girls?”, he questioned.

“If I was, is that a problem”, I said.

“No, no problem”, he quickly responded.

“I am not into girls, but I’m not in a rush either”, I told him.

“Okay. When do you go out with this guy?” he said.

“In two nights”, I said absentmindedly.

“Right, I have a plan”, he said.

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Forgotten Memories Part 8

Being a teacher is amazing. Why I say that is because we can help shape a child’s life. We teach them the basics of life. How to talk, how to count, how to behave. We can play a pivotal role for their future. Just as they are a pivotal role in our future. We also learn a lot from them. We learn about love, about patience and a lot about time.

‘Right Isabella. Today you will be helping me with class 2J’, my supervisor Mrs Jimenez told me.

‘This class is not too big. So, I am sure that it will not be a problem for you on your first day’, she continued talking.

‘Uh Mr Julio! I would like to introduce to you Miss Alfonso. She will be assisting you with your class for the next few weeks’, Mrs Jimenez explained.

‘Hello, Miss Alfonso. It is a pleasure to meet you’, he said as we shook hands.

Mrs Jimenez left us to be and I was guided to Mr Julio’s class. She was right, there wouldn’t be many students, especially considering the small classroom. Mr Julio explained to me all the things he would be teaching the students today and that if the children had any problems, I was there to lend them a hand. The school bell rang and it was time to bring the children in. Hopefully the day goes well.

During lunchtime, I was greeted to all the other teachers. Some worked on the same floor as me and Mr Julio, or shall I say Raul. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t hot. I’m pretty sure a good majority of the female teachers fancied him and all of them were jealous that I got to spend the time with him.

I wonder if this is how I looked when I stared at hot models in the magazines. When James would see me doing this, I knew he would be rolling his eyes. But I didn’t apply for the part time experience for Mr Julio. I did it for the children. Always loved playing as a teacher since I could talk and walk and everyone expected me to be one when I grew up.

The week seemed to have gone by so fast, especially with James being absent for away games. The apartment seemed empty, incomplete without his laughter and his smile. We would message each other but that wasn’t the same. I had opted not to go to his games lives and instead just watch at home. He had messaged me earlier today that he would be back to the apartment tomorrow, but I knew they would have come back from Germany today. 

I was bought back from my thoughts by a ring at the door. I hadn’t ordered food so it couldn’t be any delivery guy and James wouldn’t be back till tomorrow. So who on earth is at my door. As I turned the door handle, I was met by a face I hadn’t expected. 

‘Hola’, he said.

‘Hi’, I replied back.

*Cristiano's house*

‘Mama’, I shouted once I got home. 

‘Yes son’, she shouted back. 

‘Where is junior?’, I asked.

‘He’s washing up for dinner’, she told me, ‘How was training?’

‘Same as always mama. Who do you think will win the La Liga this year’, I asked her, picking up the picture Junior had drawn.

‘Real Madrid of course’, she said kissing my cheek. 

‘Junior who is that in your drawing?’, I asked him whilst eating. 

‘That’s Miss Alfonso. She’s new’, I said smiling. 

‘I’ve never seen her before. I thought Mr Julio was your teacher’, my mama questioned him.

‘He is but Miss Alfonso is helping out. She is really nice and pretty’, he replied.

‘Cristiano I want you to meet her tomorrow and see if she is good. I don’t want Junior to be taught the wrong stuff like the last assistant they had at the school’, she ordered me. 

‘Okay mama’, I said hesitantly. 

*Junior’s school*

‘Miss Alfonso, today we have a parents meeting’, Mr Julio told me. 

‘Oh okay’, I said.

‘Ah Sir. How are you doing today?’, Mr Julio said.

‘Very well thank you and yourself?’, he replied. I knew that voice and I really didn’t want to see him now.

‘I’m doing well too. I’m sure you are wondering how Junior is doing?’, Mr Julio asked. 

‘Actually, I heard that there is a new teacher and I wanted to know if they were teaching Junior well’, he asked. Of course I was teaching his son well.

‘Actually Miss Alfonso is here’, Mr Julio said. I could feel both of their eyes on me. I turned around and gave a small smile. 

‘Hello’, Cristiano said.

‘Hello’, I replied back politely when really I just wanted to rip his head off. 

We continued talking about Junior’s progress and what he needed to do to progress. I didn’t say much, just listened to Mr Julio talk. Mostly throughout the whole meeting I could feel Cristiano’s eyes on me. I was hoping this meeting would finish already.

The minute Mr Julio and Cristiano shook hands, I was up and ready to head home. Literally I was the real life speedy Gonzalez right now. I wanted to be back in the confines of my own home. 

‘Isa’, a voice too familiar called for me. I wasn’t stopping for him, not now not ever.

‘Isa. Please just stop’, he called for me again. But I kept walking fast but he was a footballer and I wouldn’t be able to outpace him.

‘For God’s sake Isa. Stop running!’, he said pulling my arm.

‘Let me go’, I said.

‘Please. Just talk to me’, he pleaded. 

‘What do you want?’, I asked him breathing heavily. 

‘It’s really you’, he said smiling.

���Whatever Cristiano just leave me alone. Just like you left me all those years ago’, I said sadly backing away from him.

‘Isa please’, again he pleaded. 

‘It’s Isabella. Only people I care about call me Isa’, I said as I ran quickly to hop on the bus.

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Excuse me, that forgotten memories fic is about crismes (james and cristiano together) bromance?? or what about??

Hi, the story is mostly to do with Cristiano. James is the best friend of the main character Isa. 

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Forgotten Memories Part 7

‘Are you leaving me?’, I asked.

‘Are you leaving forever? Are you coming back? Are you going to forget me? Are we going to stay as best friends?’, I kept asking him all these questions and he had stopped answering them. He wouldn’t even look me. 

This wasn’t fair. He was suppose to be mine. We were suppose to stay together forever. Best friends forever and here he was leaving me. He was leaving me alone.

‘Cris?’, I asked him quietly. 

‘What Isa? What do you want me to say? I don’t know anything. I don’t know if I’ll be back. I don’t know if I’ll leave forever, I might come back I don’t know. Please stop asking questions to answers that I don’t know’, he finally replied back to me. 

‘Will I still be your best friends?’, I asked him.

‘I don’t know. I told you don’t ask me questions’, he shouted me.

‘You should know that answer’, I said, tears dropping from my eyes and running down my cheeks. 

*End of flashback*

‘Hey you okay?’, James said bringing me back to reality.

‘Yeah of course I am’, I said giving him a smile.

‘Always in your Isa land, you sure you are okay?’, he asked again, moving a strand of my hair out of my face. 

‘Yeah perfect’, I said smiling. 

‘Ola senorita’, a man piped up from nowhere.

‘James is this the lovely lady that we all have been dying to see’, he said smiling widely. 

‘Marcelo, stop scaring her. Ola Isabella’, Alvaro said kissing both of my cheeks. He was such a sweet man. If James wouldn’t be saving me today, I know Alvaro will, thank heavens someones decent on this team. 

‘How are you doing?’, he asked me.

‘I’m doing well. I didn’t realise that Real Madrid had their own restaurant’, I said looking around the whole room.

We continued talking about Real Madrid’s history and Marcelo kept asking me about what I do and why I moved all the way to Madrid. Questions after questions.

‘Look who���s finally made it’, Marcelo shouted out.

‘Don’t blame me. We were late because someone kept doing their hair’, Cristiano directed that comment towards Sergio. 

‘What? I have to look good for the ladies’, he said combing through his hair. 

‘Look who James finally bought’, Marcelo said pointing towards me. He clearly didn’t know that pointing was rude. 

They both came and sat down across from me and James. Now how was I suppose to answer Marcelo’s question without having Cristiano Ronaldo and Sergio Ramos looking at me. I prayed they wouldn’t. Less awkwardness as possible. 

‘Sirs and Madam, would you like to order now?’, a waiter came and asked us. The waiter went round and collected everyone’s order. Until it got to my turn.

‘Do you have an suggestions of anything without nuts and lactose free’, James asked scanning through the menu. Typical James, he always knew what to order or ask on my behalf. 

‘Are you sure you guys aren’t together’, Marcelo said sounding surprised. 

‘Marcelo, leave her be’, Alvaro said. I mouthed him a thank you and he nodded back at me. 

‘How long have you been friends’, Marcelo asked, stretching the word ‘friends’. If I could I would have rolled my eyes at him. But I was trying to be nice.

‘We’ve been friends for nearly 6 years’, I said proudly. 

‘Have you always lived in Columbia?’, he asked the next questions. This was like 21 questions. Except Marcelo’s version of 100 questions. 

‘Not always before that I lived in Portugal’, I said slightly quiet, especially the last bit. 

‘What part of Portugal’, a voice that was quiet all throughout lunch.

‘Funchal’, I said quickly.

‘Ah Cris you have a fellow Portuguese townswomen’, Marcelo said happily.

‘Sorry what was your name?’, he asked.

‘She’s beautiful’, Marcelo answered.

‘Huh?’, Cristiano asked. 

‘She is’, Sergio said. 

James cleared his throat feeling a bit uncomfortable. ‘Her name is Isabella and we should be going’, he looked at me.

‘Yes sorry, we have to attend a family gathering’, I said quickly, playing along with James lie.

‘It was a pleasure to meet you Miss Isabella Afonso’, Marcelo said kissing my. 

‘Isabella Afonso’, I saw Cristiano mouthing the words. 

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Forgotten Memories Part 6

When there is a problem, how do we handle them? There are two options. Either you deal with it head on or you run. I’ll be honest, most of the problems I encounter, I run away from them. It’s easier and less hassle, I guess. But try as we may, some problems always haunt us. The only way to solve them is to deal with them. 

‘You look so beautiful’, he whispered into my ear. I knew that voice anywhere. I could feel my heart racing again. My breathing had become unsteady once more. I quickly tried to run away from him but he grasped onto my wrist before I could go too far.

‘What’s a lovely lady like you doing here all alone?’, he asked me. I really didn’t want to turn around. 

‘Cariña! Cariña! Cariña!’, both of us turned around hearing James shouting, he had dropped my hand. 

‘Oh Sergio. What are you doing here?’, James asked sounding as though he had just run a marathon.

‘You know each other?’, Sergio now replied, pointing at both me and James.

‘Yeah she’s with me’, James replied, wrapping one of his arm around my waist and pulling me in close to him. 

‘I’m so sorry I didn’t know’, he replied sounding a bit down. 

‘I’m sure both of you have already met, no?’, James asked.

‘Yeah about that, I’m sorry again’, Sergio said scratching the back of his head. Great now James will find out and get mad at his team mate.

‘Sorry for what?’, James asked confused, looking back and forth between me and Sergio.

‘Its nothing’, I said. ‘Come lets go’, I tried pulling James back into the hall. 

‘Cariña, why were you outside? Why were you outside with Sergio? Why did Sergio say his sorry?’, James kept asking one question after another. I was feeling anxious already and James asking me so many questions wasn’t going to help either. 

‘Can we just go home? I’m not feeling too well’, I begged him. 

‘Why? What’s wrong? Cariña can you just stop and tell me what’s the matter’, James begged me. 

‘It’s just too much. I can’t do this’, I told him finally.

‘Okay cariña we’ll go home’, James said. 

*In the gala hall*

I came and sat down next to Alvaro and Sergio. There was laughter and smiles in the whole hall. Not surprising it was yet another charity event and we had donated a lot tonight. However what was surprisingly was that Sergio wasn’t his happy jokey self tonight. He seemed kind of down, like something was on his mind. 

‘What’s wrong Sergio? Your date not giving you all the attention’, I smirked at him.

‘Nah nothings wrong’, he replied still not convincing me. What are the odds, one moment I’m not doing well and the next its Sergio’s turn. Maybe its a curse going round. I hope my turn has passed. 

‘Ha sure. Come on its me Sergio, you can’t fool me’, I told him. 

‘Did any of you two see the lovely lady that came with James?’, Carolina asked.

‘James came with a lady? I’m surprised, thought he liked guys for a while’, Marcelo piped in laughing.

‘Oh shush you. She has gone for a long time. I hope James isn’t worried trying to find her’, she said. 

‘They left’, Sergio mumbled. 

‘What? We wanted to get to know her better’, Carolina and Alvaro said in turn. They literally knew how to finish each others sentences. Is this what happened once you got married to someone? 

‘How did you know?’, Marcelo asked Sergio.

‘Just saw them heading out’, he said.

‘So what was she like huh’, Marcelo elbowed Sergio lightly. 

‘She’s pretty. Small and slim. Very quiet and pretty’, Sergio described. He called her pretty twice, he didn’t say that by mistake.

‘She was very quiet. Hardly said much’, Carolina agreed.

‘Maybe she got scared of Sergio’s mane’, Marcelo laughed, ‘when are you going to cut that thing?’, he enquired ruffling Sergio’s hair.

‘Oh shut it’, Sergio said shoving Marcelo and combing through his hair.

*Next morning*

‘Oi oi James. Where did you go hiding yesterday?’, Marcelo shouted.

‘I just went home yesterday, wasn’t feeling too well’, James replied. 

‘GET BACK TO TRAINING. OR I’LL MAKE ALL OF YOU RUN LAPS TODAY’, Ancoletti screamed at us all. 

‘I wasn’t even doing anything’, Morata whined passing by us.

This was going to be a long day if these guys continued to complain and chit chat. 

‘We thought you was gay for a while, nothing wrong with that too’, Marcelo told James, raising his hands up defensively. 

‘I assure you I like females’, James replied smiling. 

‘Why don’t we see you take any to the events then’, Marcelo questioned.

This is what happens when there is nothing to talk about during training. Some of the guys like to start gossiping and today is no different. Marcelo clearly didn’t understand what a private life was and liked to invade in others.

‘I have no need and the person I do ask, she always says no. But yesterday she accepted’, he smiled talking about his date. ‘But I didn’t feel too well, so we left early’, he continued but his smile had fallen from his face.

‘Hope the team raised a lot of donations yesterday’, he said trying to change the subject.

‘We donated loads’, Marcelo said. ‘Bring her to lunch tomorrow. We want to get to know this lovely lady of yours and maybe she’ll make lunch eventful. Give her the proper Madrista welcome’, he started to laugh.

‘I’ll ask. Can’t make any promises though’, James shrugged.

‘ENOUGH CHIT CHAT LADIES. KEEP IT MOVING’, again Ancelotti shouted.

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Forgotten Memories Part 5

‘You look so beautiful’, he whispered into my ear. I knew that voice anywhere. I could feel my heart racing again. My breathing had become unsteady once more. 

*12 hours earlier*

'I ain't going', I told James. 

'But you promised me, last time remember', he pleaded. Well technically I did promise him but I don't didn't say exactly when or where. So he couldn’t say much. 

‘Don’t say that you didn’t promise me cariña’, he stared down at me. I don’t know how he does it, but he can pretty much read my mind most of the time and it’s so weird. 

‘Must I really have to  go?’, I begged him.

‘Pleaaaasssseee’, he pleaded. Now we were both begging each other, one asking the other to go and the other asking not to go. We carried this on for about another 20 minutes. Till one of us gave up.

‘Fine! Fine! Fine! I’ll go’, I finally said. He had the biggest smile on his face. The smile stretching from one side of his ear to the other. 

‘You are amazing, you know that?’, he kissed my forehead before heading to his room. 

‘Yeah I know’, I said rolling my eyes. 

Great so now I had to attend this stupid gala with James. Wear a stupid dress. Wear stupid high heels. Wear a stupid smile to look the part. James thought it would be best if we went shopping and got a new dress. How silly I was to assume we would only go shopping for my dress and his suit. He literally ending up buying me a new closet of clothes. Bless him, he really didn’t need to do that. I would have gotten new clothes eventually. But he was insistent and trust me when I say this. If James wanted something wouldn’t stop till he got it. So if he wanted to but me new clothes he would go do that, whether I wanted him to or not. I would have preferred the latter. But if a guy says he wants to buy you stuff, which female in this world would stop the guy? You wouldn’t and neither was I. 

I opted for a simple look to my face. I was blessed with flawless skin, thank you mama. Got the good genes from her. 

‘Cariña come on let’s go’, James shouted from the front door. 

Yes finally the club had graced James with an Audi, about time they did. I will miss our tiny Mini. All the memories we shared in the car. 

*Flashback*

‘What’s up guapa?’, I asked him getting into the car.

‘Nothing’, he mumbled. 

‘You wanna know something funny?’, I asked. 

‘Que?’, he replied back.

‘When I have a problem and don’t tell you straight away you keep persisting till I tell you. But when I ask, you hardly say much. Are all guys like this?’, I asked him intrigued.

‘Like what?’.

‘You guys don’t talk about feelings and keep it all bottled up and the minute things get too much, you guys explode and just mention everything from before and just shout and shout. Like yesterday when I complained that you left the seat up on the toilet again. You just started to shout at me about your ex, or the fight you had with your sister Juana 2 months ago’, I argued. 

‘Well she was being stupid and wouldn’t listen to me’, he tried defending himself. 

‘Oh mio Dios! That was 2 months ago. No one cares James. You should have dealt with it then’, I told him.

‘We did deal with it’, he replied.

‘Then why you bringing it up again now? You see, you guys are like this definitely. Most of you say us women are complicated. Nope you men are definitely the complicated ones’, I stated. ‘Can you tell me why you are down, I don’t want you telling me in 2 months once its passed and settled, I wanna hear it now’,.

I managed to get James to tell me what his problem was and it was his stupid ex-girlfriend Roseina. She was begging him to get back with her and she was stupid to lose him and crap. I told him my biased and honest opinion and told him to block her ass. James deserved someone who would care about him and treat him equally as he would treat her. No complications, no secrets and definitely not after his money or fame. Roseina was not the right girl for him, she wasn’t the right girl for any guy. I pray for the fool that ends up with her.

*End of flashback*

‘Earth to cariña’, James chimed in my ears.

‘Yes stupido’, I laughed at him.

‘Not funny. You hurt my feelings. Maybe I should have taken Juana instead of you’, he replied back acting like a big baby.

‘That’s fine I would have stolen Sergio Ramos’ phone number from you and messaged him, asking him if he would like to take me to the gala instead’, I teased back, sticking my tongue at him.

‘You wouldn’t dare’, he replied back seriously and glaring at me. 

‘I would to. We’ve already had a little introduction of ourselves’, I replied back calmly. Yeah when he nearly tried to kill me. Best I didn’t tell James that or God help Sergio Ramos. 

‘You are definitely not going near Ramos. You hear me’, he told me.

‘Or what?’, I batted my eyelashes at him.

‘Then I won’t give you your birthday present’, I replied back grinning. I hated when he did this. Always tried to guilt trip into things by taking away what I wanted. He knew my weaknesses and they were presents. 

*At the gala*

When we had arrived at the gala, the paparazzi where already waiting and clicking away. There cameras were set on Xabi Alonso and his wife Nagore. She looked so beautiful. Even at her age and after having 2 children she looked amazing and so youthful. God you have blessed me with flawless skin, please make sure I stay as beautiful as Nagore as I age. 

James guided me towards the area where Xabi and Nagore were a few minutes ago. Goodbye private life I thought to myself as the flashes kept blinding me. How many ugly pictures they would have caught of me. Great I was gong to be on the internet and I probably would look awful. I wish there was a guide for beginners which explained what you should do or how you should feel knowing a footballer and being in the public eye. 

Once all the photos were finally taken, we were escorted into the gala hall. Wow, big was an understatement to describe the scale of this hall. James and I were sitting next to Alvaro Arbeloa and his wife. Funny how none of these people wouldn’t know my name, yet I knew all of them off by heart. You end up learning a lot more when you sit back and observe everything. 

‘Alvaro, Carlota’, James said happily. 

‘This is my best friend Isabella’, he greeted me to them. We exchanged our greetings and gave each other polite kisses on the cheeks. 

‘I’m going to quickly head to the gents. You’ll be okay right?’, he told me. I desperately wanted him to stay. I couldn’t sit around strangers and especially important strangers. 

‘Yeah I’ll be fine’, I lied to him, forcing a smile. He kissed the top of my head and went to the gents. 

Great just great. I could feel myself having a panic attack. I really couldn’t be having one here, I’ll end up embarrassing myself for sure. I quickly got up giving a smile to Alvarao and his wife. I ran towards a door, hoping for it to be the ladies room. Instead I had led myself to a garden. I won’t be complaining, this place was magnificent and so calmly. I placed my hand to my heart and started counting down from ten. 

‘Diez, nueve, ocho, siete, seis, cinco, cuatro, tres, dos, uno’, I slowly and calmly counted, feeling my heartbeat return to its normal pace.  

‘You look so beautiful’, he whispered into my ear. I knew that voice anywhere. I could feel my heart racing again. My breathing had become unsteady once more.

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Forgotten Memories Part 4

‘Do you like me?’, I asked him.

‘Yes I do’, he told me.

‘How much?’, I asked looking up at him. 

‘To the moon and back’, he replied back.

‘Is that far?’, I questioned him.

‘Yes it is’, he laughed.

‘Good’, I replied, both of us walking hand in hand back to our house through the park. 

‘You’ll always be my best friend right?’, I asked him. 

‘I promise’, he said, taking my hand in his we walked through the park.

*End of flashback*

We all make promises. Whether we make them to keep them or just for the sake of it to make others happy. We all know the differences of those promises when we are older but what do we know when we are kids? Would they still have importance even as we grow up? 

I’ve learnt with time, even though I would like to believe that the young promises we make counts, it actually doesn’t. People come and go and the promises they make also goes with them. So really the promises are just words to make us feel okay at the time. 

I’ve had so many people promise me things but I knew deep down it wouldn’t matter in the long run. But the promise he made years ago when we were both little kids, I kept that promise in my heart. Even after all these years I still have kept it. I see him everyday and everywhere. Not like I can run away from him. He may not be physically in front of me but he was on billboards, on adverts, on the windows of many retail shops. He was practically everywhere and especially since I was in Madrid he was pretty much on everything. I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing his face. 

He looks different. I guess people do look different as they grow up. Even though he never got to see me grow up. The media was at my fingertips and I could pretty much see the change of him as the years went by. Type his name into the internet and tada thousands and thousands of result of him. 

‘Cariña what are you thinking about’, James half whispered half yelled into my ear, scaring me. 

‘Oh mío Dios ! James what is wrong with you?’, I told him sounding annoyed and lightly hitting him. 

‘I was talking to you and then all of a sudden you just zoned out. Are you okay?’, he asked me sounding concerned. 

‘Yeah I am fine’, I told him.

‘100%? Just lately you’ve been out of it. Not just today’, he looked at me worried. 

‘I’m fine. I just think its with the whole move and everything. I miss home I guess’, I said sounding sad. 

‘Cariña don’t be sad. We’ll go back on our next trip or when we get holidays okay? I promise’, he said hugging me. 

I promise. There are those words again. Just this time its my best friend saying them. 

‘Come on, get going Missy. You have your first day at college’, he said trying to cheer me up. 

‘Ughhh’, I groaned. I just wanted another day to stay here and sleep. 

James came home last night after training and he wouldn’t stop talking. I wasn’t going to complain too much. He was super happy and it was nice to see him this way always so I stayed up much of the night listening to all the pranks the guys did on him. I think I should remember some of these for future reference. 

I kissed James’ cheek before heading out. We still hadn’t gotten a car yet, with all the busy events. Apparently the club told him, that he’ll be getting his once all the papers are signed and completed. So far now I’m stuck with the public transport. Which isn’t bad, as I’d get to explore Madrid more even without James. 

Just I was crossing our road to get to the main road, a white Audi pulled up right in front of me nearly hitting me. Instinctively I hit the hood of the car and started to curse at the driver. What was their problem, were they blind? Couldn’t they see that I was crossing the road? 

Just as my shouting started it quickly stopped. Out stepped Sergio Ramos, he looked worried. Profusely apologising if I was okay, if he had hit me or anything. I didn’t say anything I was frozen. I literally couldn’t move anything. Not my mouth, not my hands, not my legs, nothing. He was here and he was right in front of me. Dear God are you punishing me or rewarding me? 

‘Are you okay? Please tell me if you’re hurt. If you are hurt, let me know what I can do to help. Again I am so so sorry’, he kept apologising. 

‘Si, I’m fine’, barely a whisper. Oh my God it was Sergio freakin Ramos. Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m sure there and then I lost all sense of anything and everything around me. Why didn’t he hit me, then I would have been in his arms. Urghhh I thought to myself. 

‘Ramos, the lady said she’s fine. Call Rodriguez to come down’, I heard another man shout from the passenger side. 

Great.

*Sergio’s car*

‘Bro I’m just saying flamenco music is the way’, he commented.

‘Yeah, yeah, you believe what you want’, I replied back. There was a reason why I hardly drove with Sergio and that being his flamenco music. God if I have to hear anymore of it I will end up ripping his stereo from his car. 

Just as I was about to have another argument with Sergio, he quickly broke his car to a stop. That was close, he was nearly going to hit the lady. Both him and me froze and looked at each other. The lady started to yell out curse words. For someone so small, she surely did have a big mouth. Wow she was cursing in every language imaginable. French, Spanish, English, even Portuguese. Well I was impressed. But I was glad it wasn’t me who had to deal with her.

‘Puta’, Sergio muttered existing his car quickly. 

The minute he stepped out of his car, she stopped yelling. More like she froze, her mouth had dropped a little and her eyes looked as if they were going to bulge out of her skull. That’s how all the women reacted when they recognise it’s us. 

‘Ramos, the lady said she’s fine. Call Rodriguez to come down’, I yelled to Ramos.

Just as I said that, she looked at me and her expression changed. Going from being starstruck to a cold demeanour in her eyes. She didn’t say anything more and walked fast towards the main road. Oh well, she can’t blame me for anything, I didn’t even hit her with the car or attempt to hit her with the car. 

‘You really are a puta you know’, Sergio angrily told me, once he entered his car. 

‘Whatever’, I replied scrolling through my instagram. 

Rodriguez finally got out. I just wanted to go to the training ground straight away. But Sergio wanted to be nice to the new guy and pick him up. When is this guy getting his own wheels. Real Madrid is paying enough for a car and a house. Talking about a house, why is he staying at this apartment complex. Surely there were nicer places than here, no? 

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Forgotten Memories Part 3

How many chances do we get in life? Sometimes we only get that one chance and if we make the right decision then its all good, but if its the wrong decision, then it might haunt you for a life time. Maybe that’s what my problem is. 

*At the Santiago Bernabéu* 

I was sitting here along with thousands of people awaiting for James to step onto the pitch. Today was the big day, it was finally here. He had made it to the big leagues. He was going to be a household name and especially in Columbia. Mama Rodriguez was definitely happy. It’s a shame she wasn’t here to see it live, but she would be watching it on tv, as well as the rest of his family. We were all so happy for him.

‘Hola a todos. Hoy es un gran día. Acogemos con satisfacción la llegada del nuevo miembro al Real Madrid. ¡James Rodríguez !!!��, the announcers boomed at the  Bernabéu. He was welcoming James to the crowd. 

James came out wearing his new kit and waving at everyone in the crowd. Everyone was screaming and shouting his name. It was such an unbelievable experience. To physically feel the hair on my back stand up having so many people call out his name. Yeah it wasn’t my name, but it didn’t matter, he was the important man here today. 

He did look so good in his shirt. Number 10? Out of all the possible numbers available he chose that, mhmm... I’ll ask him later why. But for now I just wanted to celebrate with the rest of the crowd with the newest superstar to Real Madrid. My best friend James Rodriguez. 

He had bent down and was posing to take the mandatory pictures. The flashes of the cameras from the press dazzled his smile. He had practised smiling in front of the mirror a few days ago. I had caught him and he hadn’t noticed till i ended up laughing hysterically on our apartment floor. I wouldn’t blame him to be nervous today but I’m sure he was more excited. I don’t think either of us could wait till his debut and his first goals. There were so many moments that we couldn’t wait. I’ll definitely make it to his games, I couldn’t not go to his important games. 

So Real Madrid had officially unveiled their new asset to the club. I wasn’t too bothered by him. I can’t really, considering we would be expected to work along with each other in this team. The media give him a lot of praise from this performance at the World Cup, lets see how he plays in the big team. 

‘We invited him to the barbecue today. You all are coming right?’, he shouted to everyone in the room. we had all finished our gym session and physio inspection. 

‘Yes we are. Just make sure you don’t give us food poisoning like last time Marcelo’, Iker piped up. 

If this barbecue is like anything like the last one, I swear Marcelo is never hosting another event for us ever again. 

*At Marcelo’s house*

*Vamos, vamos’, Marcelo beckoned everyone who entered into his house. This time it was Sergio and his date. God knows where he finds these girls. They just seem to be getting dumber each time I see him with a new one. 

‘Bro help me out with the grill’, he pleaded to me. I wasn’t bothered but it wasn’t like I was doing anything anyways.

‘Gracias’, he thanked me.

Irina was busy in New York with her photo-shoot and I was left with Junior at home. With Marcelo’s invitation is was somewhat helpful and I could keep Junior distracted as I wasn’t doing well and enjoying my time with my son. I looked over at him and Enzo (Marcelo’s son) taking penalty shots. Junior was just a mini version. Yeah I read the media would mention it but I didn’t realise their similarity till now. He would stand exactly me before taking his shot, my influence has clearly rubbed off on to him. I was doing something right, I hoped. 

‘Everyone this is James Rodriguez!’, Marcelo shouted to everyone outside in the garden. 

‘You are smaller than in pictures’, Ivano, Luka’s son commented. A lot of us started to laugh and some of the girls giggled. 

‘Ivano! That was rude! Say sorry’, Luka told his son angrily. 

‘Sorry’, he whispered before running to Junior and Enzo. 

‘My apologises. Kids you know’, Luka told him.

‘It’s okay. My best friend tells me that too. They are after all kids’, both him and Luka started to laugh. 

‘Oh Dios mío!! You are James Rodriguez. The James Rodriguez!!’, both Enzo and Junior said in awe. 

‘Yes I am’, he laughed, ‘And you guys would be?’.

‘My name is Enzo, my dad’s the amazing Marcelo’, he pointed to his dad. 

‘I’m Cristiano Junior’, my son told him. 

‘And I’m Cristiano’, I said shaking his hand. 

‘Wow’, I laughed at him, he was starstruck as anyone meeting me would. 

‘Don’t worry you’ll get used to him and his beautiful, ain’t I right novia’, Marcelo teased. 

‘Oh shut it. Dude you’re going to burn our food. Hurry up’, I quickly shouted at him remembering the steak on the grill. 

We were going to go from one one extreme to the other and I knew it. We had somewhat miraculously managed to save the food. Nothing was burnt and it all tasted nice, thanks to me, with little help from Marcelo. Marcelo was mostly entertaining everyone and laughing and fooling around. I can’t blame him for not helping me with the grill, at least I was kept occupied. I needed it. 

I still had this annoying feeling, even after so many days. I thought it would pass, but it hasn’t. I can’t ask anyone for the help, especially as I still can’t even figure it out myself. 

*Apartment of Isa and James*

‘Isa, come please’, James was pleading me through the phone. 

‘You know I can’t. I still have a lot to unpack, especially as someone left me to do it all alone’, I tried to sound angry at him. 

‘Cariña I told you that we would do all the unpacking tomorrow. Today should have been a fun day for both us with the team’, he said. 

‘Yeah but you know that ain’t my kinda thing. I like having and not socialising. Plus I wouldn’t fit in. I don’t fit into that crowd. It’s your thing. I hope you are having fun’, I let him know. 

‘I would be having more fun if you was here with me’, he admitted sounding sad. 

‘I’m sorry James. Don’t be sad yeah. I promise you one of these days I will go to a function with you. I promise’, I told him. I wanted him to cheer up, especially considering he was at a barbecue with loads of people. 

‘You promise yeah?’, he asked reconfirming what I just said. 

‘Yes I promise’, I laughed, ‘oh yeah tell Sergio Ramos I said hi’, I teased him. Come on I needed to leave my footprint somewhere in Sergio Ramos’ life. Especially since he has a body of the Greek God Adonis. 

‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll let him know’, he said laughing before we said bye to each other.