Anti-romantics|| Pedri

12|men of the match

"You liked that, didn't you?" I ask him after the interview ended.

"Well, it was nice to hear that I'm someone's favourite and comfort person."He tells me as he leans against the white wall.

"You flatter yourself too much."

"Well, how could I not? I'm beautiful."He says with a smirk.

"Yeah right," I tell him while I roll my eyes. I wish I had this confidence."OK, so why are you here?"

"You are even asking? Of course, I need to be here. To support my girlfriend." He tells me with such a fake tone of joy. Then he puts his arm around me."

"People will get curious if I wouldn't show up. And also, my best friend is playing too. I wanna watch him as well." He whispers in my ears.

It is so strange seeing him in person again. What is wrong with me? How could I have such a dream about such a person?

"As much as I love to talk to you I need to go now. The game starts in half an hour and I still need to warm up and stuff." I tell him. I feel how nervous I get again. The pain in my stomach.
It seems like he notices because his gaze shifts from teasingly to being worried. Maybe I'm just stupid and it is nothing like that But I'm pretty sure it did.
He puts one hand under my chin and lifts it for me to look into his eyes. I look into his brown eyes.
"Your fear of looking stupid is holding you back"
We hold eye contact for about 5 more seconds. I never noticed how beautiful his eyes were. Such a beautiful shade of brown. Looks like it is straight out of chocolate-
I clear my throat. What am I even thinking?
"Well thank you for the advice. But I need to go now. I will see you after the game." I wave him goodbye

"Can I have your jersey after the game?" He shouts after me.

I just laugh and don't answer. This advice makes me feel a lot better.
Because it is true. We are just too embarrassed to do the things we truly like.

After I put my kit and the football shoes on I walk onto the pitch. The first person that I see is Lena Oberdorf. She is one of my favourite female football players.
She is currently talking to Lance Stroll and Esteban Ocon.

On the other side of the pitch, I see Pablo who is waving at me with a big smile on his face. His dimples were visible right now.

I quickly grab a ball and walk over to him.
He puts his arm out so we could do our handshake together.
I giggle.

"Wow, it took you long to get here the game is starting in 20 minutes and you haven't even warmed yourself up yet."

"I know. But am I even in the starting lineup?"

"Uhm, yes," He says as he raises an eyebrow at me and points at one of the boards.

Lineup "red devils"

Leah Montgomery

Pablo Gavi

Esteban Ocon

Jenna Ortega

Klay Thompson

Lando Norris

Laura Freigang

Kevin Trapp

Lucy Bronze

Alexias putellas

Well as it seems I'm playing as a striker today. Interesting. Who the fuck decided that. I've never played as a striker. I was a midfielder when I was younger.

"Your ex is on our team?"
Pablo asks me without looking at me but at his shoes.

How does he know that?
"Has Pedro told you?"

He just smiles at my question. Of course, he did. These guys just can't shut their mouths. Gossip queens.

After I warmed up a little we got inside again so we could start the game.
Both of the teams went on the pitch.
On the other team were people like Kamada and Alex Popp. But also Gigi Hadid who I didn't expect here. I wave at her and she smiles at me.

The game begins. We kick off and Pablo is having the ball first. He sprints into the other half and passes the ball to Laura Freigang but Gigi stands in the way and blocks the ball. Wow, Gigi. Maybe she should become a footballer.
After that, the other team got in possession. Kamada is having the ball and passes it to Stroll.

Ok, Leah, you got this and with that, I run over there to tackle Lance.
He lost the ball and I run to get to it.
After that, I pass it to Alexias who put the ball in the net.

"GOOOAAAL!!!
1:0 FOR THE RED DEVILS"

The whole stadium is cheering. I walk over to alexias to hug her. It was a great goal.

During the first half, both teams each scored one goal so it's currently 2:1 for our team.
I walk off the pitch to change into a kit which isn't sweaty.
As I got out of the changing room I bump into someone that I immediately recognize from the smell. Real fucking sweaty smell. Pedro.
"Hey slow down." He says with a smirk.
" What did I tell you? You already did your first assist! That's great Leah."
"Thanks. It was easier than I thought it would be you know. Maybe I should play for Barca instead of you."

"You would betray your favourite club with that Leah. " He tells me with a  laugh.

"Gosh, you need to get over that and accept that Real is better than Barcelona. No offence."

"Yeah no. I don't think so but it's okay you know. I always knew that your taste is a little weird."He just tells me teasingly.

"Always? We both know each other for like two months."

"Feels like an eternity. It's probably because your so hard to keep up with."

"Hey?" I box into his shoulder.

He laughs and I try to hide my smile

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The 2nd half is about to begin and I am nervous as hell. Even tho I'm not as bad as I thought I would I wanna make a goal now. it's just not Leah-like if I don't succeed.

The referee starts the second half. I get to the ball and sprint forward to pass the ball to Pablo once we are in the box. 

God Im faster than I thought. 

Pablo doesn't manage to get the ball on the net but the ball is still in the game. Once I get on the ball again I shoot. Unfortunately,  the ball hits the crossbar. Shoot.

We are currently in the 77th minute of the game. Only 13 more minutes for me to score.
I look at the crowd and try to spot Pedro but he's not at his place. Did he really just leave?

Im on the ball again and I pass it to the left to Lando who is passing it back to me. 
I take the ball with a bicycle kick.
"GOALLLLLLL!!!!! 4:1 for the red devils. Leah Montgomery with the number 8 with a beautiful bicycle kick.

The crowd is cheering for my goal. 

After the game and our team celebrated for a bit I got inside to shower and change. 
But shortly before I could get into the changing room I see a familiar face in front of me.

Pedro.