The Love Triangle (Marc Bartra and Sergi Roberto Fanfic)

Introduction

So I know what you're thinking... I'm so lucky to have Luis Enrique as a father and I get to meet the hottest soccer players and blah blah blah. But honestly, having him as a father can be a blessing and a curse. Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing father and I'm a huge fan of soccer but I would hate to consider myself as one of those desperate fans that chase after their idols, cries whenever they see them and hates everyone that dislikes them. I like to be behind the scenes. I'm not a big fan of the spotlight. Now would I like to meet the world class soccer players my father works with everyday? Yes, I would love to but there's a small issue. I'm a Madridista.

I've been a Madridista since I was very young. My dad played for Real Madrid for 5 years before moving on to FC Barcelona and playing for 8 years. I've been to the Bernabeau plenty of times to watch most of their games. I haven't gotten the chance to meet anyone one but the Golden Boy, James Rodriguez. I was one of the first to be at the stadium before their game vs. Granada and before warm ups he signed my jersey and chatted with me for awhile before the rest of the team came out on the pitch. He seemed very sweet and genuine. That was probably the perfect day to be there since they won the game 9-1.

I am also 21! So I'm a junior in college. I go to Elisava for design and engineering. I also do some modeling and designing on the side to keep me busy. It can be difficult to find real friends in school especially when you have a dad like mine. Usually I have people that kiss up to me to get tickets with good seats or a chance to meet the players. Since I've moved to Barcelona last year, it's toned down a little but it might get worse since Barcelona has won the treble. I only have 2 real friends, Carla and Adriana. They're the funniest and nicest girls I've ever met and I'm so glad my dad extended his contract so I could spend more time with them. I take them just about everywhere with me. They've been to almost all the Madrid games I've been to. The most memorable game was La Decima last year. I've never cried and screamed so much in my life. It was one hell of a day and I look forward to more memories like that!

Sometimes my dad offers me to come to his job with him and I've only been to the Camp Nou once, and that was Clasíco match. It took a very long time for me to decide to show up to the Camp Nou in a Madrid jersey. So I decided to sit in the Madridsta section so I wouldn't get attacked or cursed by the ignorant Cules. I was proud to wear my Madrid jersey but it was hard to watch my team lose the game. After that I never came to Camp Nou again. When I left the stadium that day, I have never had so much hate for wearing a jersey in my life. Leaving the stadium with people pointing and laughing at you is not the greatest thing in the world.

One day my dad decided that I should come to him to one of his training practices and I said yes because I felt like I should spend more time with him since he's not home that often. Once we got there, I decided to put the training kit on to be more comfortable and fit in since I was only watching the team train outdoors. After 15 minutes passed, the players began to arrive on the training grounds. As they passed they shook hands with the staff, the coaches and I. The last people to arrive were Sergi Roberto and Marc Bartra, and let me tell you, they're even hotter in person.

Once they shook all the staff's hands and reached, my hands started to sweat. I haven't been this nervous since the day of the La Decima. Once they saw me they looked sort of confused.

"Are the girls training with us today," Marc asked.

"No, I'm Enrique's daughter, Rosa. My dad wanted to bring me with him to work," I replied.

"Oh that's nice. I didn't know Enrique had such a beautiful daughter," Sergi Roberto said with his strong Catalan accent and winked. I was really hoping I wasn't blushing right now but my face felt really hot.

Marc nudged him and said, "Well you are very lucky to have Enrique as your father. He's a great coach. Well, it was really nice meeting you Rosa."

They both shook my hand with their beautiful smiles and joined the rest of the team. I noticed I was smiling when Sergi turned around and waved. After he moved his attention back to my dad to listen to the agenda for today, Pique started teasing him.

I thought to myself, "Maybe I should come with my dad to work more often."