My brothers teammate [Rafinha Alcantara Fanfiction]

Matchday

PHOTO: left : Manu Gavassi  ; Right : Marías outfit

RAFINHAS POV

Today was the match day and me and the boys were already training in the morning. I left Mía a little note at the fridge, saying that I left early and that I'll wait for her at 17 o'clock in front of the Etihad Stadium since she always wanted to visit it. Yesterday was such a good day and me and the boys have never been in a better mood! Except Jordi, who's always happy and crazy about everything, we all have bad days sometimes. But in my life, everythings perfect at the moment.My career is awesome and my family is happy aswell. I even started talking to Sergi again, as teammates, not more. I will never be friends with him again, but I think he regets the things he has done. Enrique is contented with my work, I couldn't wish for a better life. And not to forget my marriage. I know that I should be happy that I found María but sometimes I'm just not sure if this the right thing for me. Like sometimes she's annoying and not listening to me and she's flirting around like a bitch. If she's not ready, she should just tell me. I am really not in the mood for another heartbreak after all the things Manu did to me. I never told María about it. I lied to her. I told her that I never had a long relationship but me and Manu were a couple for 2 years with some on and offs. And I also told her that she's the only one for me, but my feelings for Manu never faded.
''EVERYBODY LISTEN!'' Luis Enrique brought me back to reality as he screamed and we built a kind of row in front of him.
''I am very proud of the work you're doing in champions league guys! And I know that a lot of your friends from your national teams are playing tonight, but you have to remember that we're here for Barcelona, not for Brazil and France and Argentinia and and and, play fair, but play for Barcelona! Olele Olala...?!''
- ''ser del Barca es el millor que hi ha!'' we said together. He was right. He was always right. He's the maestro. We did training for the rest of the noon and went into the changing room at exactly 15 o'clock. We've never been so on point.

MARIAS POV

What did he write down? What figure is that? A 5? a 7? It looks like a mixture of both of them. Whatever Rafinha meant, I'm going to be there at 15 o'clock. If he meant 15 o'clock and I'll be there at 17 o'clock, he will be angry. If he meant 17 o'clock and I'll be there at 15 o'clock, I'll just sit around and wait for him, enjoying the sun. I was excepting rain in England, but no, it's sunny. I got ready and packed my bag. I put my Rafinha jersey on the table, I just had to put other things in my bag before because I don't think that we're going to the hotel before the match starts. I decided to wear my crop top with normal jeans combinated to a cardigan.
As I reached the Etihad Stadium, I started taking pictures of the stadium, and afterwards I took selfies of me with the Stadium in the backround. As I finished I went on looking at my phone, when I suddenly felt something hot on my breast. Coffee. I screamed for 1 millisecond.
''Que hijo de puta eres!'' I screamed after the man, who kind of RAN away when I started screaming.
''It's just hot water! I'm sorry!'' The man yelled after me. Before I even started asking myself why someone would only drink hot water, I looked down, and as if God heard me, it was only water. I sat down on a bench and looked directly in the sun. I hoped that my top would dry faster if I'd sit here. But let's say, 4 minutes later, it started raining. Why? WHY?
I was searching for something to stand under, but all the other tourists were faster. I searched in my bag for an umbrella but as always, stupid me, I forgot about it. So I stood in the rain, without a jacket, only my cardigan that was as thin as a piece of paper.
''Oh Dios? Porque? DIME? Que he hecho?'' I said looking up. Suddenly there was a thunder.
''Vale Vale Vale Vale! Bueno! Ya!'' I said even louder, doing the ''I haven't done anyting'' gesture.
 - ''A beautiful girl like you shouldn't be talking to God like this, look what he gave you'' someone that stood behind me said in spanish. As I turned around I realized that it was Sergio Agüero, the one and only. I tried to act normal, as if I didn't know him that good. I just smiled and said ''Thanks a lot!''
''Come with me, you shouldn't get a cold out here'' he said as he grabbed my hand and led me to the other side of the stadium. I couldn't believe that I was with Sergio Agüero. When I lived in Reus me and my friends were always gossiping about Giannina and we were saying that she didn't deserved him. We jumped like crazy people when we heard that they broke up. In fact, we were crazy people. I looked around the hallways. There was like a hall of fame with a lot of pictures of the first ManCity players and as we reached the changing room there even was a photo of Agüero.
''I'm Sergio Agüero by the way but call me Kun''
-''I know you, Messi told me a lot about you'' I laughed at him.
''Ah okay,'' he laughed, ''as you looked at me I thought you didn't know me, and how do you know Messi?''
''Ah no I was just in a bad mood, standing in the rain is never good'' I smiled trying to be funny or cute, I dont know what I was trying to do. ''and oh, I'm Sergi Robertos sister, do you know him? He's pretty young so I..''
''And I'm old?'' he laughed. God he's always laughing. He's unbelievable handsome. And he was funny. MÌA STOP! YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED! DON'T YOU DARE THINK ABOUT ANOTHER MAN THAN RAFINHA!
''No omg no no'' I said and we both laughed.
''So if you want you can get changed in the changing room.''
I looked into my bag. Shit. I forgot the jersey.
-''That's so kind but I don't even have anything to change with me, I forgot my Barca jersey''.
''Ah don't you worry, I'll give you something that's way better than a Barca jersey!'' he said as he took of his track suit top with the ManCity Logo on it. I smiled at first, because I thought of all the reactions from my Barca Boys, but wearing this, is better than getting a cold. I entered the changing room and he went after me.
''Don't you worry I'll keep my eyes closed!'' Agüero said.

AGÜEROS POV
I put my hands in front of my eyes, but I could see her back through my fingers. She put off her cardigan and her top and she was only wearing her bra now. She put on my track suit top. This ManCity jacket suits her so good. She's so beautiful. In my life I've seen a lot of girls, but none has been as beautiful as her.
''You can open your eyes I'm ready'' she laughed. She looked at me for 10 seconds without saying anything. I opened my eyes and as my eyes got used to the light, I smiled at her.
''What's your name by the way?''
-''María, but everyone's calling me Mía.'' she said, rolling her eyes. She doesn't like her name I guess.
''No second name?''
''Emilia''
''I'll call you Emilia than'' I smiled at her. She smiled back. I've never seen such an amazing smile. God gave the world a large gift when he created her.
We changed numbers. I wanted to ask her out for a date, as Jovetic entered the changing room.
''Oh Kun the coach said no make out sessions in the changing room'' he laughed, as I boxed his arm. She blushed. She is so sweet.
''Hey I'm Stevan! Nice to meet you!'' he said while hugging her. She introduced herself as Sergi Robertos sister again. Why is she doing this? She is more than this. She catched me staring into space and came nearer, boxing her finger in my tummy and brought me back to reality.
''Are you okay?'' she whispered worried, but with a smile on her face.
''Sure, as long as you are'' I pulled her in a hug and kissed her head. I didn't thought about it, maybe it was too much. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed her head. But it's just her head right?
''I guess the rain made me look like a mess'' she whined.
''No no no tu eres la mas guapa Emilia'' I winked at her, and she blushed again. Even though I was so small, she was way smaller. I am 1,73 m , she has to be smaller than 1,65. I've never seen a girl that's looking sweet and sexy at once. We talked alot, like a lot a lot. She told me about her family and I told her about mine, She asked me if it was true that Maradona wants to beat me up, and I explained the whole story to her. The magazines are only writing down half of the story.

''So where are you sitting today?'' I asked her.
Before she could answer, Stevan came back saying ''It's 17:30, didn't Pellegrini said we have to be ready at 17 o'clock?''. I didn't even realized how the time went by.
''OMG I have to go Sergio! The Barca Boys are waiting for me in front of the stadium. I'm going to text you and good luck tonight! But Forca Barca!'' she nearly screamed and winked at me. She hugged Stevan first, and she wanted to give me kiss on the cheek, but she kissed half of my lips and half of my cheek. We both blushed, she ran out of the changing room. How can someone be so amazing?
''Ohh Kun Kun Kun, sorry man but she's 10000 times prettier and more sympatic than Giannina! She could be the one!'' Stevan celebrated. I just nodded and stared into space again. I just nodded. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless.

NOTE
Hey guys, I know that I'm kind of late writing about the match, but I'll try to upload new parts day by day now so that I'll be on point with the next matches.
I wanted to ask you aswell if the story is getting boring, because so many people stopped reading my story and I was asking myself why :D Just comment if there's something that's wrong with the story and don't forget to vote!
And oh, there was a girl on wattpad who asked me to write a like sex-chapter, but I just wasn't sure if I should do it. Tell me what you think
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