Thanks to your concussion you had to wait two more days until you could take the flight home to Spain. Coach was not happy with Alexia for staying and missing an extra days training before the final, he threatened to bench her but knew he needed her in the starting eleven. Losada had made him see sense in the end as well as some officials from Barcelona who knew not starting the vice captain would raise a lot of questions they were not prepared to answer.
You were at Lieke's watching her pack for the trip. You were only going for one night but your national team mate insisted on taking two bags of luggage with her. The whole team would be in attendance including those injured, you had, after-all, all attributed to the journey.
Out of boredom you scrolled through Instagram, Lieke's boyfriend had left for work. He had been your saving Grace keeping you entertained whilst Lieke threw clothing around the bedroom.
Instagram suggestions showed a hashtag of you with Alexia saying 'couple goals'. It was a photo of you after you scored a goal and you were in her arms, your legs wrapped around her waist, she was supporting you with her hand on your backside whilst air pumping with the other. The comments ranged from discussing the placement of her hand to others which stated she was cheating on Jenni.
You sighed, it sucked that people thought your girlfriend was with someone else but after reading numerous comments and theories you decided that you'd rather not have the scrutiny.
You were a private person, you rarely gave interviews. You were not proud of it but you used 'the language barrier' as an excuse. From the few interviews you had given, mainly through the national team, fans always commented you looked like a dear in headlights and thankfully respected that you were not one for the cameras.
Alexia was equally as private, if not more so, it resulted in you being well suited for one another. You had discussed 'coming out' of course you had, Alexia stating she would if you wanted to. You didn't want to. Some things are not for sale, such as your image as a couple. Some football couples reaped the benefits of being in the limelight and allowing the intrusion such as Krieger and Harris. Even going as far as creating their baby her own Instagram page and good luck to them. Everyone needed a life after football. You were lucky, you had managed to complete a university programme alongside football and had a degree in Sports Science, you wanted to be a physio once you hung up your boots.
Lieke finally emerged from the bedroom with a bulging bag on each arm.
"Finally!" You groaned getting off the sofa and grabbing your own flight bag.
"Y/n this is the final of the European Champions League, we have got to 'show up' I hope you haven't just brought football shorts."
You flipped her off, hoisting your bag over your shoulder.
"Final game with Cortez." You said freeing your hair that had become trapped under the bags strap.
"Thank fuck." Lieke replied opening her front door to leave.
You followed her out, waiting patiently as she fiddled with her keys to lock the door.
"At least with Jonatan as Coach you'll be able to room with Alexia." She successfully locked the door and pocketed the keys. "Which also means I won't have to walk in on my best friend riding my other friends face." She grimaced. You laughed getting in the Uber you had previously called.
"What can I say, my girlfriend is insatiable."
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WOSO Imagines
FanfictionA collection of WOSO imagines, also on Tumblr. Mainly Alexia Putellas but some others too. Sorry no American players as I don't follow the league / WNT