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6 years later - Cristiano Ronaldo

Summary: When Cristiano finally meets his first love again after 6 crucial years.

Type: Angst

Note: So this set in 2015, which means in this story Cristiano is playing for Real Madrid. Irina and Cristiano never dated but there is Junior in this story.

Couples: Cristiano x Cássia

Warning: Grammar mistakes, might be a bad angst and no happy ending.

6 years

It has been 6 years since she got her heart broken in half and her difficult decision to leave what was supposed to be the 'love of her life'.

They had everything planned together, but it all shattered in just a span of few minutes. She spent countless days crying over him, longing for his warmth and touch.

Until she finally realizes that some things are meant to be moved on and long forgotten although it is difficult for her to forget everything about Cristiano.

She remembered that painful memory till this day because it will always be engraved in her heart and mind; acting as a terrible scar, that would never heal.

*6 years ago* (2009)

Cássia sat on the couch motionlessly. Her suitcases stood by the doorway as she thought about everything. Was she right for this?

Tears streamed down her eyes as she remembered what happened two weeks ago. She was just cleaning their bedroom when she stumbled upon his phone. A text notification popped up in his phone, which ignited her curiosity.

The message said 'Hey I just finished my appointment and everything went smoothly and there are no problems.'

Her curiosity grew so she opened up the message, luckily she knew his password. But when she opened them, it made her change her whole life. In those chats were text messages between Cristiano and someone named Isabella, but one picture that was sent by Isabella made her heart drop.

It was a sonogram. A baby was seen in the photo. She wanted to know more so she scrolled up to the latest message.

She came across another sonogram picture but this time the baby was much tinier. She looked up at the date and saw it was 2 months ago. This made her look at the conversation between them.

Isabella: Congratulations, it's a boy.

Cristiano: A son. Holy shit I'm gonna have a son. I'm so happy.

Isabella: I know but have you told her about this?

Cristiano: No

Cristiano: I haven't

Cristiano: It's just that I don't know how to tell her about all of this right now, we are in the process of moving together to Madrid and she's having a hard time because her mother is sick.

Isabella: Look I know you care about her but she needs to know one way or another.

Cristiano: I will tell her but I need to find the right time.

She remembered those messages very clearly. The messages that made her break down crying. However she stopped crying when she heard Cristiano asking her if he knew where he kept his phone.

For two weeks, she acted neutrally around him. Usually you would give him kisses and I love you whenever he had to go somewhere but now she just gave him short and meaningless greetings like 'bye' and 'ok'. To which he doesn't notice.

'How could he?' She thought. That's the right question, how could he do this to her when she gave up everything for him.

Her and Cristiano were childhood sweethearts. Friends ever since they were 10 year olds. Started dating at 16. Cássia left Portugal with Cristiano at 18 when he signed into Manchester United. Leaving her family behind and the country she loves with all her heart.

She left everything she loves, just to be with him, but today, she learned that sacrificing something you love can have serious consequences.

She heard the door open, indicating that he was home. "I'm here." He called out. "I got some-." There was a pause. He must've seen the suitcases by the doorway. "Cássia why are all of your suitcases here, we are leaving in two weeks?" He asked.

He appeared in the living room, where he saw her just staring into space. "Cás, what's wrong?" He asked while going to her.

"Was my love enough for you?" She asked.

He stopped in his tracks. "What?" He asked confused.

"Do you even love me anymore?" She asked again. Tears started to form in her eyes.

This caught him off guard. "Of course I love you, Querida. Wha-what makes you say that?" He rambled.

"Then why?" She asked.

"Why what? What did I do, Querida? Tell me what I did?" He questioned. He was confused about why she was acting like this.

"I don't know Cris." She started. "Does Isabella ring any bells?" She sarcastically asked.

Cris froze in his spot. His mouth dried up as she mentioned the name. "What are you talking about?" He lied.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't lie Cristiano, I know you're lying when I see it." She pointed out venomously.

Cristiano opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to say anything. He tried to form any sentence that is in his mind but couldn't because everything happened so fast for him and didn't give him time to react.

He had no other choice but to stop himself from speaking and just looked down instead of her eyes. "I was drunk." He mumbled.

She scoffed. "Alcohol. You know what? why don't you find other reasons to blame your mistakes?" She hissed before getting up from the couch.

Cristiano reacted quickly and started trailing behind her. "Cás, I'm sorry please don't leave me. Give me another chance." He pleaded.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "I did everything for you. Everything." She wailed with tears streaming down her face.

He could feel his heart cracking like a broken glass when he saw her crying. "Cássia." He approached slowly.

"No. Don't even come fucking near me." She retaliated. She wiped her tears aggressively. "We had everything planned, Cristiano. You always said that you want to marry me and have kids with me and you just had to ruin it all don't you?" She ranted. Her voice cracked after every word.

"Did you change your mind?" She whimpered out.

Cristiano stayed silent. She was right. Nothing and no one should be blamed for his mistake. He needs to own up to it.

"Cássia, I want all of those with you and just you." He reasoned with tears streaming down his face.

"Really? Because what you did with Isabella already tells me that it was all a lie." She pointed out.

"Querida, please. I love you." He pleaded.

That was it. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "If you love me that much then you would've appreciated the sacrifice I did so I could stay with you. I left my family and left my country, which I considered my home, just to be with you. But it doesn't matter is it because everything that I have done for you is never good enough." She paused to wipe away her tears and sniffed out a sob.

"I hate you. I hate you so much and I wish I never even met you." She raised her voice. She said it with so much hate, anger and venom. Pain and hurt slashed across his face. She's not gonna lie that she felt bad for him but at the same time Cristiano Ronaldo deserved every hatred word she said.

A car honk was heard right outside the house. It was the taxi that she called earlier to take her to the airport so she could finally go back home where the people, who showed her love since day one, is.

She closed her eyes, knowing that this was the moment she would walk out on him. "I wish you well with your career in Real Madrid and your son, Cristiano." She said that before getting her suitcases and walked out.

Cristiano stayed in the exact same position in disbelief. It took every ounce of him to not chase after her. He didn't deserve her and there's no way of getting her back.

*Present Day*

After the breakup, she went back home to Madeira, her home. However, she found out that her mother's sickness is bad. Her mother is suffering from cancer. Her and her sisters did everything they can to nurse her back to health while she also found a job as saleswoman for a clothing company.

A year later, her mother unfortunately lost the battle to cancer. Leaving her and her sisters devastated, but she always remembered what her mother said. "You only get to live one life, use this as a chance to live a happy life." Which is what she tried to do.

She buried herself into work to forget about him. However that all changed in 2014, when she was suddenly transferred to another branch in Madrid.

She would've rejected it but they offered her a raise and increase in salary, to which she couldn't reject. So she moved away from Madeira again.

A sudden collision at her leg made her snap out of her trance. She looked down and saw a little boy on the floor looking lost and scared. She knelt down and helped him up. "Are you ok?" She asked.

The little boy nodded. It was strange for her because the little boy seemed awfully familiar to someone. "Where are your parents?" She asked while looking around at the crowded people in the mall.

"I don't know. Me and my pai were walking around until I saw a toy store. When I got out, I didn't know where he went." He whimpered.

"Ok we'll find him alright." She soothed to which he nodded. "What's your name?" She asked.

Before he could answer, someone was shouting behind her. "Cristianinho!!!! FILHO!"

She froze as she heard that familiar voice. The little boy looked behind her and ran in an instant. "Pai!" He squealed.

Her eyes followed the little boy hugging his father. Her heart constricted in her chest as her breath hitched when she saw who the father is.

She saw that familiar tan skin and styled black hair hugging the little boy. "I thought I lost you, don't you dare do that to me again ok. I can't see you being all alone." He said while still hugging him.

The little boy pulled away. "I'm fine Pai and I wasn't alone." He reassured. He pointed at her. "She tried to help me find you." He said.

The man looked on where his son was pointing at. His whole body went into a shock mode. His eyes widen at the sight of her in front of him. He felt his heart fluttered for the first time in 6 years.

"Cássia." He managed to let out.

She stayed still like a statue as all of the painful memories he caused came flooding back. She tried to open her mouth but no words could come out. Cássia finally realizes that the little boy was his son.

Meanwhile Junior was looking at the two adults staring deeply at each other. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Junior tugged on his father's jacket since it was starting to get more tense. "Pai can we go now?" He asked comfortably.

Cristiano snapped out of his trance and looked at him. "Yes filho just wait." He looked back at her again. He was about to say something but she beat him to it.

"Sorry but I have to go." She said before walking away from the father and son.

Cristiano watched her leave him again. "Pai." Junior called out.

He looked at his son again. "Yes." He replied.

"Who was that?" Junior asked.

"An old friend of mine." He answered.

*Few days later*

It has been 3 days since she last saw Cristiano and all the painful and hurtful memories that she buried for the longest period of time resurfaced back to haunt her.

Usually a nice cup of coffee and some sort of pastry will help clear her mind off things. Which is exactly what she is getting. "Hola que te gustaria recibir hoy?" The cashier asked. (Hello what would you like to get today?)

"Sí, me gustaría tener el croissant y el latte de caramelo." She replied back.

"Serán 25 euros." (That will be 25 euros.)

She opened her purse and rummaged through the mess, trying to find that wallet. Until someone beat her to it. "Voy a pagar por ella" A masculine voice said. (I'll pay for her)

She looked up and saw a muscular covered arm handing the cashier the exact amount of money. She looked beside her and her eyes widened when she realized who he was. Even with the hood over his head and sunglasses on his face, she knows who he is.

"Thanks Cris." She said.

"Shhhh." He hushed her while pointing his finger to his lips. "I don't want people to know." He said while looking around to check if anyone heard it.

"Sorry." She said. The barista handed her order. "Well I guess have a nice day. Thanks again." She said before walking out of the café and to the streets.

All of a sudden, she heard her name being called out. "Cássia wait." He called. She turned around and saw him running towards her. "Are you doing anything tonight?" The first thing he asked after stopping in front of her.

She shrugged. "No not really. I was thinking of just staying at home after work." She answered.

"Well if you're not doing anything then maybe....." There was a long pause. "Would you like to come by my house and have dinner there? You know for old time sake" He finally asked.

To say, she was shocked. She doesn't know what to say. 'Doesn't he have a girlfriend or a son?' She thought. "I-I don't know Cristiano." She stammered. "What about your son or-" She was cut off.

"My son is going to have a sleepover at my friend's house, we'll be fine." He said. "So what do you say?" He asked.

*7 hours later*

Cássia forgot the rest of the conversation, but all she remembered was how it was started to the point where she answered "sure".

She stepped out of the car and walked to the big gate. She pressed the red button, which was supposed to be the intercom.

The speaker made a static sound. "Who is it?" She heard his voice ask.

"It's Cássia, Cristiano."

The gate automatically opened and revealed a luxurious and elegant mansion.

She made her way inside. From the distance, she saw the door open and popped out Cristiano. He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt and some dress pants. Him in that attire just equals one thing, handsome.

"Hey." He said with a smile. The smile that showed off his pearly white teeth, which could make anyone swoon over it.

"You look nice." He complimented her red dress that matches her lipstick. She felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks and tried to hide a small smile forming on her lips.

"Thanks, so do you." She returned back.

He stepped aside to let her come in. She followed him into the kitchen where there was a small bouquet of flowers and a few candlelight on a kitchen counter. There was also a wine bottle and two plates of her favourite pasta.

"Wow Cristiano, it's beautiful."

"Thanks but I can't take the credit." He said coyly while scratching his head. "My friends helped me set it up once they heard me inviting someone for dinner."

"Is that not usual for you?" She asked.

"I never invited anyone for dinner at my house actually. You're the first one." He admitted.

He helped her sit down at her spot. The rest of the time they just eat together in silence. Not a single word was uttered. She smiled mentally when he made the pasta just the way she likes it.

"So how long have you been in Madrid?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I've been here since last year. My job transferred me here." She said.

"How's your sister and your mom?" He asked.

Her breath hitched at the sudden mention of her mother. "My sisters are fine but a year after I left Manchester, she died." She managed to let out.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know." He stumbled.

"It's fine at least she was with her family during her last breath." She said. "Anyways how about your son or Isabella?" She asked, changing the topic.

"You remembered Isabella?" He asked. Shocked to learn that he remembers her.

She nodded. "Yeah I do." She said in a low voice. I mean who wouldn't.

"Ummmm..." He hesitated. "She also died." He said. She looked back at him with pity. "After she gave birth to Junior, she started bleeding. The doctors tried to stop it but it was too late. She flat lined" He sighed.

She looked away from him and turned her sight to the wall where it was full of pictures of him and his mini clone. "How about your son?" She asked while still looking at the framed pictures.

"His name is Cristiano Ronaldo Junior, but we call him Cristianinho. He's 5. He tends to be shy but the nore you get to know him, he's a kind person. He loves to play football with me and is about to join the Real Madrid academy soon." He explained.

She nodded. "You two seem happy together." She replied.

"We are but I always felt like there was something missing." He said.

"Which is?" She asked.

"Someone to be with forever." The sound of the chair creaking caught her off guard. She looked and saw that he got up from his chair and stalked towards her slowly.

"Where we can both love each other." He finished. He stood in front of her and tugged back a strand of hair behind her ear. She inhaled a little of his deodorant lingering in his body.

Just by the smell of his intoxicating scent, old memories that she had left buried deep inside of her have somehow recollected its way to her feelings.

"Cristiano." She whispered.

She felt his fingers slide down her chin and brought it up so she could look at him straight in the eye. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for you Cássia." He said in a low voice.

He traced her lips slowly with his thumb. He leaned down slowly with his eyes trailing to her lips. She didn't know what got over her, but she felt herself leaning towards him.

Their lips touch each other. She felt that familiar tingle forming in her lips with the same butterflies that were swarming in her stomach. He brushed her hair to the back of her ear, he put both of his hands at the side of her face.

From that moment, she felt herself being in bliss. The way he kissed her felt like she was finally being loved again. That feeling she has been trying to regain for the past 6 years.

But that happiness died down when she remembered what happened 6 years ago. The screaming, the shouting and the hearts breaking. She could imagine Isabella kissing his lips. The same lips she is kissing as her.

She pulled away from the kiss roughly, which made him give her a confused look. "I'm sorry I have to go." She stammered.

She picked up her purse and walked away from the table but a hand grabbed her wrist. "Please don't run away again." He whispered.

She felt tears prickling in her eyes and she looked down on the floor. "This was a mistake, Cristiano." She muttered lowly but loud enough for him to hear it.

She tugged her hands again but instead he pulled her till her back hit his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist which made her unable to move.

"Please Cássia." He pleaded. Small drops of water fell onto her shoulder, he was crying. "I've been living in constant guilt and regret for 6 years. I couldn't forgive myself for that because I lost the woman I love so much." He sobbed.

Tears started spilling down her eyes. "It was hurtful Cristiano." She said.

He sniffed out. "I know." He croaked out.

"But we need to move on. You already have a son. He sounds like a beautiful and charming boy who you are lucky to have. Your son needs you. Isabella would've wanted you to raise him. I would've wanted you to raise him instead of chasing me." She said.

She detached his arms away from her waist and walked out of the house. Leaving him alone, in a crying state. Just like 6 years ago, he didn't chase after her.

*The next day*

The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake. He looked down on himself and saw that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He didn't even bother to check the time.

He got up from the bed and went to the control panel. "Who is it?" He asked groggily.

"It's us Cristiano. Marvel and Luka." A cheery voice said.

He grumbled and pressed the button that opens the gate. He went to the front door and when he opened it, he saw two of his best mates smiling which turned to a frown when they saw him.

"Pai!" Junior squealed and hugged his father's legs.

"Hey Filho did you have fun?" He asked while caressing his curls.

"Yup." He said before walking inside.

He turned to look at his best mates. "What are you guys doing here early in the morning?" He groaned out.

They both gave him a confused look. "Umm Cristiano it's 11 past 30." Luka said. He pulled out his watch and pointed at it. "See."

Cristiano squinted his eyes, only to find out that the Croatian was right. "I slept for that long." He thought.

Marcelo was confused. His friend, who is usually an early bird, never wakes up late. His mind finally clicked when he saw what Cristiano was wearing. "The date didn't go well?" He suggested.

Cristiano sighed in defeat and nodded.

Marcelo and Luka gave him pity looks. Luka handed him Juniors bag. "Sorry about that mate." He said before they both spun on their heels and left.

*A few hours later*

Junior sat beside him as they both watched the game intensely. It was Atletico going against Villarreal. Right now it is a 1-1 draw.

"Pai." Junior said, breaking the silence.

"Hmmm." He hummed.

"Who was that old friend of yours?" Junior asked out of curiosity.

Cristiano sighed. "Her name is Cássia."

"Why did you stop being friends with her?" He asked again.

He sighed again. "Before you were born, I did something that hurt her a lot. I regret it badly and I wish I could just take it all back." He explained.

"Do you like her Pai?" He asked, catching him off guard.

Cristiano shook his head 'no'. "I don't, Junior."

It's because I love her.

A/N

I don't know how to end this thing in a better way.

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