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𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝐜𝐞́𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐳𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐚

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐨𝐤. 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭 𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝.

( my angry pookie bear )

" Azpi, are you ok? "

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his national teammate and friend, Alvaro Morata, the players were currently training for their upcoming match against Georgia for the Euro campaign, and yet he wasn’t certain if he was truly a hundred per cent there given the feelings which have been consuming him as of late, he looks up, offering Alvaro a soft smile before nodding. " I’m ok "

Alvaro chuckles softly, if there was one thing he knew about César; it was that he was at the most part, a highly focused man both during training and on the pitch yet the past few days he’d noticed how spaced out the older male had gotten, " No you’re not, come on … " he gently kicks the ball towards him before adding, " What’s up? "

To say he was uncertain about divulging into his emotions would be an understatement, it all started three months into his arrival to the Colchoneros side in Madrid, a brand new yet familiar chapter in La Liga, and during his stay in Madrid, he found himself growing attached to an individual in his building, a young woman residing in the apartment across from his.

They never exchanged any word past the standard greetings and soft smiles of acknowledgment, he didn’t even know her name until he heard the owner of the building who resided on the first floor greet her and chat with her, she seemed so animated chatting with the older woman that it peaked his curiousity in regards to who she is.

He heaved out a sigh, realizing that there was no harm in seeking advice from Alvaro, seeing as he was happily married with his own family - " How did you approach Alice? "

Alvaro’s lips curled into a knowing smile, he had finally realized why his friend and teammate wasn’t a hundred per cent in — he took a moment to respond, " I was terrified, we had been on friendly terms for a few months and even then I knew that she was the one, her passion for life, the way she carried herself " he trails off, smiling " I just knew that she would be the perfect mother and she is, it took a lot for me to truly face what I felt head on "

César nods, " What if you never knew her? would it have been easy to ask her? "

Alvaro hums softly, " Honestly … yeah, my heart knew and when you believe in your heart, it’s easier to jump in " he smiles, " So whoever she is, she’s lucky "

He held on to what Alvaro said, placing it in the back of his mind as the national team dove into the match against Georgia, scoring an impressive 7-0 in that match before the international break was put on a halt, with the pair returning to La Liga action.

Two days before the derby, César had returned home from training drained and completely exhausted, more than ready to sleep away the night before his eyes widened upon seeing her standing near his doorway, he adjusts his posture then walks up to her with a soft smile, " Hi " he greets her with a soft tone.

She looks up, her eyes widening and cheeks immediately reddening before she muttered a soft, " Hi " in return, she visibly swallows the lump in her throat before adding on, " I don’t know if you -um- … if you eat properly, because I have noticed that you return home very exhausted which naturally means you’re probably not getting a good meal so -erm- … I made you something, it’s healthy so you don’t have to worry but I would really sleep well knowing that at least you’re sleeping on a full stomach "

His eyes widened, the drowsiness he felt suddenly disappearing as she handed him the wrapped plate, " Oh " he murmurs before looking up to meet her tentative yet kind gaze, his lips curve into a smile. " Thank you "

She mirrors his smile, " You’re welcome, I’m going to head home so have a nice night "

" You too " He responds, watching as she walked towards her front door. " Do you have anything two days from now? "

She halts her steps midway then turns around, shaking her head she asks. " Why? "

" Have you ever attended a football match live? " He wonders with a curious tone.

She grows silent, before smiling and shaking her head, " Last match I attended was the 2010 World Cup final when Spain won, why? "

" I’ll buy you a ticket to come see the Madrid derby " He shrugs with a soft smile, " If that peaks your interest "

Her brows shot up in surprise, " Why? " she asks with a smile.

He chews on his bottom lip before a nervous chuckle erupts from his lips, " I’ve been trying to find a way to talk to you for a while and to be honest, I was lost until I saw you just now, you can say no if you don’t want to come " he rubs the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze.

The gesture was enough to have her giggling then saying, " I’ll come but don’t spend your money on me, I’ll purchase the ticket "

" No please " He interjects with a soft smile, " I want to "

For a brief moment, she did not say anything before relenting with a soft chuckle. " Ok! I will bite "

He beams, " Perfect, do you mind if I get your phone number, to send you the details? "

She shakes her head, " I don’t mind " she takes his cellphone, typing in her number then calling her phone before handing the device back to him. " Goodnight "

" Goodnight " He smiles.

Suffice to say that experiencing the derby live was quite the experience for her, she’d seen her fair share of matches on the television yet it paled in comparison to actually being present and witnessing the passion of the fans in attendance, and just as the match concluded with a 3-1 win to Atletico, she left the stadium and was about to head to her car when a familiar sound calling her name caused her to stop midway, she turned around to spot César jogging up to her, with a soft smile she said. " Hi "

He mirrors her smile, " Hi, what did you think of the match? "

She giggled, " It was quite intense but I mean you guys won, so congratulations "

" Thank you " He nods, still wearing the same smile. " Do you want to -um- … do you want to join me for dinner later? there’s a restaurant nearby? it’s not fancy but I like going there sometimes? "

Her brows shot up, surprise itched across her features. " Like a date? " she deduced.

A visible rosé dusts his cheeks, followed by a nervous chuckle that erupts from his lips. " No I mean … it’s, an invite as a friend, I don’t want to give you the wrong impression or make it seem like I’m creep because I’m not " he rambles on, " I’m … like I said, I wanted to talk to you ever since I saw four months ago and it was nerve wrecking for me if I’m being honest with you "

She covers her mouth for a brief moment before she responds, " César "

He stops, blinking rapidly. " Yeah? "

" Text me the name of the restaurant and I will meet you there " She states before waving at him then walking back to her car.

It took a second for him to register that she agreed before grinning, he sprints towards the bus before immediately sending her a text message with the details, his excited expression caught Alvaro’s attention, " I take it things are going well "

César chuckles, " They are " he shakes his head, " They truly are! "

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Later on that night, César sat down in his usual table - glancing out the window every now and then to check if she had arrived, and when he turned his head away for a moment, glancing down at his phone; the chiming of the bell caused him to look up, his face lighting up when she walked in, dressed in a casual yet elegant knee length white floral printed dress with a baby pink cardigan on top, her hair was down in beautiful curls for the first time since he’d seen her, her features highlighted by the soft makeup she wore.

She walks up to the table and smiles, " Hi "

He was quick to stand up, mirroring her smile. " Hi " he walks around to pull the chair for her to sit in. " Here you go "

She smiles, " Thank you " she sits down and watches as he returns to his seat. " This is a lovely place "

He nods in agreement, " It is, I usually come here whenever I need to clear my head "

" Alone? " She asks with a curious tone.

" It’s not like I have anyone " He chuckles, not wanting to ruin the mood. " I just come here cause it gives me a sense of home, reminds me of my mother’s cooking "

" Aw " She smiles, " It’s so cute "

" Oh well " He shrugs softly, with a soft smile.

They spend the rest of the night chatting after they ordered their meals, divulging further into their lives beyond their careers - he’d come to know that she’s an artist for a living, which explained why there would always specs of paint on the t-shirts she wore whenever he saw her out, " So you paint for clients? or you paint and sell? "

" It depends on, I do both - and my instagram page is booming with success so it’s nice, I love art, it’s nice to have an artistic outlook on life " She states.

" That’s nice " He states with a soft smile before they into a brief wave of silence.

She decides to break that wave of silence by asking, " What made you move back home? "

" I missed being here, and besides … there was nothing left for me to prove in London, so it felt right " He smiles, " and I think I can find my happiness here "

The last phrase elicited a smile from her, " Are you happy now? "

" I’m very happy " He nods, smiling softly.

They end the night on a high note full of chatter and a lovely atmosphere, they return home and just before she enters her apartment she grabs his wrist causing him to turn around with a confused expression which soon shifted into surprise when she had taken the plunge, closing the distance between them to capture his lips in a soft kiss that had definitely took him by surprise that quickly vanished as she deepened the kiss, inciting a groan from him.

She pulls back and giggles, " I wanted to do that since the day I saw you " she whispers.

He smiles, " I’m glad that you did "

" I hope you know what this means " She states.

" What? " He wonders.

" You’re not getting rid of me that easy " She grins.

" I wouldn’t dream of it " He smiles.

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