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I do regret it (Alexia Putellas)

You thought the American's knew how to party but the Spanish, well they put some of your wildest nights to shame. You could count on one hand the amount of times Alexia wasn't by you side as you spent the night celebrating winning the league, you both spend the night on the dance floor as some of your favourite Spanish songs fill the speakers.

It is in the early hours when the bar closes that you find yourself in a taxi with Alexia. The driver asks how many stops and where to, Alexia told him one and the address of her apartment.

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache, reminding you just how much alcohol you consumed the night before. You feel a weight on top of you and much to your surprise it is Alexia who is sleeping peacefully against your chest, the two of you covered in nothing but the bed sheets. As you gently stoke her hair you are reminded of the events that took place just a few hours ago.

"It wasn't suppose to happen like this" you whisper before gently moving Alexia so that you can get out of bed.

Not ready to think about what last night meant, you leave Alexia's apartment before she wakes up.

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Due to having off field commitments you don't see Alexia until the game against Real Sociadad. To your surprise Alexia chooses to sit near Parti instead of you, the young midfielder gives you an apologetic look as she knows the two of you normally sit together on away days.

Hours pass and Alexia refuses to be near you, never mind talk to you.

When the team is about to do the warms up you pull Alexia back into the locker room.

"Hey" you say but she refuses to meet your gaze "Look at me"

When she does, the warm hazel eyes you adore aren't the ones you are met with.

"Something's wrong, tell me what it is and I will do everything I can to make it better"

Alexia walks away sitting back in her locker.

"The night we won the league" Alexia's words strike fear in you. The two of you hadn't spoke about it and you were hoping that she would forget, truth is you only remember pieces.

"Alexia-"

"Do you regret it?" She asks as she plays with the drawstring on her shorts.

The answer is simple, at least to you it is.

"Of course I do" you reply.

Your blatancy catches her off guard and your words cut deep. How could you feel nothing whilst she feels everything. Alexia hasn't been able to stop thinking about the night the two of you shared, how she wished you hadn't walked out on her.

Not knowing what to say, she chooses to say nothing. Instead she pushes past you as she heads out to the pitch.

"Alexia" you shout. She turns to face you before shaking her head, leaving you by yourself.

The game ends with a Barcelona victory but for the first time this season neither you, nor Alexia are involved in any of the goals.

When you see Alexia running to the tunnel after the game instead of meeting the fans you know something is wrong as she always thanks them for travelling to support the team. You run after her knowing that nothing or nobody else matters in that moment.

You open the door to see Alexia hunched over in her locker. The sight itself makes you feel sick, it is very rare to see her like this.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" You bend down so you are at her level.

"How could you say that?" Alexia asks.

"What are you-" you attempt at getting Alexia to explain further is cut short as you get called back out to the pitch for media.