Football Imagines

jõao felix - her ⁺¹⁸

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"I'm home!" João yelled as soon as he stepped in the house, shrugging the coat off his shoulders and slipping out his shoes. He still wasn't used to the coldness of London but he would have adapted just fine. The Portuguese didn't ask himself too many questions when you didn't answer.

He went straight into the kitchen, grabbing a snack and some water before heading to his bedroom which was also yours to him.

"Y/n? Amor, where are you?" He asked, throwing in the bin the packaging of his snack. João looked around the room, finding it empty. It was weird. You were supposed to be there, waiting for him.

He had asked you to come to the match but due to the events of the previous night you had thought it was best to take the day off, taking advantage of the match to have some more time to think.

He thought about what he was going to say, what he wanted to say, how to explain that it was all a big misunderstanding. But where were you now?

"Y/n? Are you in there?" He knocked on the closed door that linked the bedroom to the bathroom. When he heard no response he slowly opened the door. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen you naked already but he still wanted to respect your privacy.

Nevertheless he was met with a dark bathroom, no one inside. João sighed, wondering where you could possibly have gone. It was a random Thursday, almost nine in the evening. You weren't supposed to leave London until the next day.

The Portuguese walked back to the bedroom, before sitting on it he noticed something on the soft sheets. A white card. He took it into his hands with a frown on his face. In a black ink there were written three words:

'I'm sorry'

"What do you want? I think I'll have a cup of tea cause it's freezing here." João chuckled, pulling his hat down on his head. You giggled watching how pink the tip of his nose had turned. He really couldn't handle the cold London.

You sat in a random café, after a long day spent walking around the new city. Finally you could rest your tired legs.

"I'll have a chocolate. Thank you." You said, smiling when you saw his eyes lit up at the mention of his favorite winter beverage. João left his belongings at the table, only bringing his wallet to pay.

You started to take off your coat and hat when your phone lit up. You took it in your cold hands but soon realized it wasn't actually yours but João's.

«see you tonight at Joe's club? I miss you, amor.»

Your heart sunk in your stomach. If the text itself wasn't already worrying the sender was just as concerning: Margarida.

You immediately let go of his phone, not sure you even wanted to see what it could possibly mean. João had met you just a year before things with his supposedly ex ended. You never intended to date him, you didn't really fit in his world of fame, money and football.

You only knew him because your best friend happened to be very close friends with his sister. So when you got invited to her eighteenth birthday you met him. You didn't even know who he was until someone pointed it out.

"And the chocolate to meu amor." The Portuguese came back with a smile on his lips and two cups. That petname gave you chills down your spine and not in a positive way. You faked a smile and wondered if you should have brought that message up.

Why was she texting him a year later their break up? It didn't mean anything. You didn't see any weird  behavior from him. Why would he go behind your back to get back with her? He knew what it felt to be cheated on, he wouldn't have done that to you. Would he?