My brothers teammate [Rafinha Alcantara Fanfiction]

You can't imagine

RAFINHAS POV
We were training for 2 hours now and I couldn't concentrate on the ball at all. I was wondering about her. I shouldn't have let her leave. She had a total breakdown and I let her leave. I don't know where she went to, I don't know what she did afterwards. What if something bad happened. I ran over to Sergi. I know I'm the last one he wants to talk to after all that happens.
"Hey Sergi is María coming tonight?" I asked as if nothing happened. The answer will show me if he knows about what happened last night.
-"Why? I thought can't stay friends with some people"
So he knows about the interview, everybody does. They all are distanced from me. I know that what I did wasn't clever. But what other possibility did I have? I had to call Manu. I couldn't stay all alone. And I had to say this, I had to be the strong man.
"Sergi it's not like this, you know I'm not like this"
-"You nearly killed Diogo, I dont kno-"
"And you nearly killed Neymar so hold your tongue!" I said as fast as I could that I didn't even thought about it. Sergi laughed at me and just said "Yes she's coming with someone, she didn't want to tell me who it is but we'll see soon." he winked as he ran towards Marc again.
After some time we did a little match, I really wanted to show Enrique that I was good enough for CL, but I couldn't focuse on the match when suddenly María stood in the corner of the pitch with a young boy, maybe he's as young as her. All of a sudden Sergi started screaming.
"That's impossible!" he smiled from one ear to the other. Who was it? He was too far away to recognize him. Sergi ran towards both of them and hugged this guy for such a long time. He seem to like him. More than me. As Luis Enrique realized that Sergi was talking to this guy he decided to do a little break. Vermaelen who sat on the bench started screaming "HÉCTOR COME OVER HERE" in English. English. Premier League.
They came over and María and him were laughing all the time and she was holding his arm all the time. I remember the way she held my arm like this. Huh. Don't be silly Rafael. I told her to forget about me yesterday, now I have to forget about her too.
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MARÍAS POV

I could see that he was getting jealous. I didn't even have to act up, me and Héctor were joking around like always. I really missed him in the last 2 years. I enjoyed Rafinhas jealousy. At first I wanted to flirt with Bellerín in front of him, but it was useless, he was jealous just because he was here.
Sergi was so happy to see him again he was nearly crying, but on the other hand we were sad for him that Arsenal didn't win the other day. So after Bellerín greeted everyone he came back to me and took my hand.
"wanna grab some food?" he asked me smiling at me. I nodded and smiled back. He kissed my forehead.  He's an awesome guy. As I was like 12 or 13 I've always wanted to be with Bellerín. He was my first crush.

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We went to our seats at 20:25 since we've eaten and talked to Álvaro Morata before. We all hoped that he will win with Juventus tonight, since we spanish kids had to support each other. When the Barca Anthem came on I was singing along as loud as I could, Héctor just laughed at me and suddenly they showed us in the camera, since we sat a few seats away from Pep Guardiola. Me and him were just joking as before and didn't care about the cameras. I've seen too many cameras in the last year, I got used to it I guess. So to be honest, the game wasn't as interesting as the first game. Both teams were good and both had a lot of chances and stuff but maybe it was because I watched the match with Bellerín, so I had a kind of distraction. Or maybe in the last match there were too many emotions and I had to enjoy every second in the ManCity jersey. So whatever, me and Bellerín joked around for what seemed like ages and I started being the normal María football girl when Rakitic shot the first goal, thanks to Messi. Right afterwards Nasri kicked Neymar and Nasri should've seen the red card, but the lovely italian referee was merciful; yellow card. Meanwhile me and Bellerín were happy for Juventus and Morata since Tevez shot his goal in the 3rd minute. In the halftime break me and Héctor went downstairs since Munir and Sandro haven't seen him before. We went into the changing room and while Héctor, Munir and Sandro nearly cried because they loved each other so much, I just stood near the door. I don't feel like I should sit down on the bench and talk to everyone. I just stood there and smiled. I'm not a wag anymore. I shouldn't act like one.
-"So what's between you and Miss Carnicer, Mr. Bellerín?" Dani Alves asked and smiled at me like a child. I laughed at him and rolled my eyes. Dani is always like that. He says whatever he wants, he doesn't care what happens afterwards as long as it won't hurt him. Bellerín smiled at the ground and thought about it. He looked back to Dani and said "María es mi favorita". I smiled and he winked at me.
"She's also my favorite" Vermaelen said.
"also mine!" Neymar shouted in brazilian and the brazilian players nodded.
"She's my sister, ella es MI favorita" all the spanish speaking players nodded and said "
-"la amo más!" Messi shouted
"I love her the most" Rakitic smiled.
I really thought they hated me for breaking up with Rafinha. And now I nearly cried. I cried a bit to be honest. They all hugged me and as Rafinha entered the changing room he couldn't see me in between all these players.
"What happens here?" he asked laughing. As they realized that Rafinha was back they all did the things they've done before, and now he saw me standing there. I was about to go when Dani, as always, says the things that no one wants to here.
"We just told María how much we love her" he smiled. Everyone coughed and nodded as they looked on the floor.
"And I love her the most, that's for sure!" Messi shouted and everyone started arguing in a silly way about who loved me the most.
"I love her the most!"
-"She's mine I love her the most!" I couldn't stay in one room with Rafinha so I was about to go out when I heard him whispering to himself:
"You can't imagine.."
I turned around one more time and saw him sitting there staring into space. Sometimes I wish I knew what he was thinking. Was he thinking about how much he loves me or how much he hates me? Does he think about me or does he think about Manu? Who knows? He caught me staring at him and I looked away shyly.
"Héctor?" I asked as they stopped being silly. He nodded and came back and we went out of the changing room. I breathed gentle and started walking again.
"are you okay Mía?" Bellerín asked as he took my hand and went on by my side. I looked up and smiled at him and nodded. No. I wasn't okay. I wanted to run in the changing room and kiss Rafinha for a billion of times. But I just nodded.
"Sure, I'm just not used to have 20 admires." I laughed trying to avoid any eye contact.

The second half time Barça and ManCity both had some chances but no one was able to turn one of these chances into goals. After a foul of Pique the referee blew the whistle: penalty for ManCity. I guess we were all praying. We all know when ManCity shoots one goal, the next one is on his way. Thanks to Ter Stegen it was all save and the whole Camp Nou sang "Danke André" in german. I did a video and I send it to Álvaros girlfriend after she send me a video how all Juve supporters sang "Auf Wiedersehen" in german in Dortmund. I enjoyed the last minutes of the match knowing that my favorite team and my favorite italian team is in the quarter finals.
After the match me and Bellerín went down in the changing room again and congratulated everyone. I had to do this now. No matter how confused everyone will be. I told Bellerín to jump ontop of Sergi, because I knew it will turn out into a group cuddling or group partying. He did and everyone turned out the way I planned it in my head. I went over to Rafinha since he doesn't like Bellerín. I took him by the wrist and turned him around and hugged him tighter than ever. I was a bit shocked because normally he took me by the wrist and hugged me and I didn't know what if feels like to do this.
"You've been great" I said but was shocked when I realized that my voice was shaking. He backed down and nodded. "it's been only 8 minutes" he said as he tried to turn around but I would let him.
"Stop it Rafael" I said as I looked deep in his eyes. He pulled me after him into a corner where no one could see us.
"Stop what?" he asked nervously. But also angry.
-"acting like a freaking asshole, we both know that you aren't like this."
"maybe I changed" he rolled his eyes.
I took his hand and my other hand went up to his chest. I felt his heart beat. I realized that my eyes filled with tears.
"I know that there's still the old Rafa inside of you." I snuffled as a tear rolled down my face. He looked straight into my eyes but he tried to ignore the tear.
"If you think you changed for real, you wouldn't have let me hold your hand and let me touch your chest Rafinha. Don't deny it." I said and placed as kiss on his cheek, turned around and left the changing room. I knew that Sergi wanted to stay with Bellerín so I took the chance to go to Agüero. As I entered the room 18 pair of sad eyes looked at me wearing a Barça jersey. I've never seen them so sad. They waited for a speech or something. The only thing that came to my mind and the only thing I said was :"I love you guys, no matter what." I smiled at them and Kun and Jovetić came over and hugged me. One by one they thanked me for being there. I just nodded. They couldn't imagine how much I needed them right now.