Author's note: This is a request by footballstorys49 They asked for something with Garnacho where he and the reader don't show much affection in public, some people even doubting they actually are together. After the last game of the season they join all the other players on the pitch, and the reader freaks out a bit, Alejandro helping them relax.
I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜
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"Do I really have to go?"
"It's just a walk around the pitch, c'mon."
"But there will be cameras..."
"And?"
"I don't like being in front of a camera, Alejandro."
"But now that the game is over it'll be just the club's crew filming and you know them all, they are friends."
"What if the tv reporters are still there?" I ask.
"They will probably be focused on the players who are leaving and on the kids being cute. They won't care about us."
"But what if they do? You know how people are always talking about us not really dating and all that because we don't kiss or hold hands" I say, rolling my eyes.
"That's people online, not actual journalists" he laughs.
"I know, but..."
"Guys, are you coming or not?" Sancho calls.
"Just one walk around the pitch and then you can come back to the tunnel to hide. Please" Alejandro pouts.
"Ok, fine" I sigh.
"Yes!" Alejandro says, hugging me. "You are the very best, did you know that?"
"Yeah, sure" I chuckle.
"You are" he says, kissing my cheek and making me giggle. "Now let's go" he smiles before taking my hand on his and walking towards the pitch.
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"See? No one cares about us" Alejandro says.
"Yeah... I guess" I reply, looking around us. Most of his teammates are talking to their families, taking photos together, or playing with their kids.
"And there are no cameras around either. Everything is fine. Well, not everything."
"What?"
"If you keep twisting my hand like that, I fear you may break it" he laughs.
"Oh, shit, sorry" I say, looking down. "I'm just so nervous... There are people still on the stands and I feel watched, as if all their phones were aimed at me ready to catch me doing something bad."
"Something like what, uh? Kiss me, perhaps?" he smirks.
"More like trip and fall, my face ending on the grass."
"If you go down, I'll go with you" he laughs, lifting our entwined hands. "But that won't happen because I got you. Now and always."
"Thank you" I smile. "Now can we please hurry up? I want to go back inside."
"Already?"
"Yes, already."
"But look at all the kids having fun! Especially the little ones."
"The ball is bigger than most of them" I chuckle.
"And isn't that cute?"
"It is, yes" I say, trying to smile. "Can we go inside now?"
"We can go, yes..." he sighs. "But before we do, let me try one last thing."
"Alejandro..."
"It's something that will help you relax, you'll see."
"Why do I feel like I will regret it?"
"You will not. Trust me."
"Urhg, I can't say no to you when you smile like that."
"I know" Alejandro says, his smile growing wider.
"So, what is this thing that will help me relax and forget that I am in the middle of Old Trafford, surrounded by strangers armed with phones and cameras?"
"This" he smiles, hugging me by the waist and pulling me closer to him.
"Alejandro!" I say, my eyes going wide. "There are people watching."
"And?" he shrugs. "We aren't doing anything wrong. And this isn't wrong either" he says, kissing my cheek.
"No, it isn't" I giggle.
"This isn't either" he says, now kissing my other cheek. "Or this" he continues, kissing my nose, making me giggle once again. "But do you know what is definitely definitely not wrong?"
"What?" I ask, letting myself go a bit and wrapping my arms around his neck, forgetting for a moment about where we are or if we are being watched.
"This" he says before kissing my lips. "And?"
"And what?" I ask, my lips brushing against his.
"Are you feeling more relaxed?"
"I am" I smile.
"Good" he says, properly kissing me this time.
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"Nice make out session, guys" Sancho laughs when we make it back to the tunnel.
"Did you see us?" I ask.
"Everyone did!"
"What?" I say, looking at Alejandro.
"Guess now they won't have doubts about us dating or not" he shrugs.
"But, but..." I mumble, my cheeks burning.
"Hey, it's ok. We love seeing you happy" Sancho smiles.
"See? Nothing to worry about."
"Yes, but..."
"But nothing" Alejandro says, cupping my face.
"I better leave you alone" Sancho chuckles behind us.
"Those who care about us say that they like seeing us like this, happy. And what they say is what matters, not what anonymous people say online. Though do you know what really matters?"
"No" I whisper.
"What really matters is what we feel. You and I. And I know that I love you."
"I love you too, Alejandro" I reply.
"Can I kiss you again, then? There may be people watching..." he smirks.
"You may" I smile. Because he is right. All that matters is what we feel for each other, not what strangers say.
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