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THIRD PERSON POV;

as she stepped off the plane, the hot air in qatar hit isabella hernández's face. she hadn't gone on the plane with gavi, ale and pedri. she went on her own and now she found herself alone in the airport.

she rolled her suitcase through the airport and her airpods in her ears, playing 'loving machine by TV girl' at full volume.

"hola isa (hi isa)." a voice said behind isabella which made isa turn around and she removed her airpods from her ears, putting them into the pocket of her shorts.

behind her stood ANTONELA RUCCUZZO with her kids, THIAGO, MATEO AND CIRO MESSI.

"hola antonela (hi antonela)." isabella replied with a smile, "y thiago, mateo y ciro (and thiago, mateo and ciro)."

"how are you?" antonela asked, now hugging isa.

"i'm good, and you?" isabella asked and pulled away from the hug.

"i'm doing well. how's you dad doing?" antonela asked.

isa's family and messi's family have always been close. when messi and xavi played for barça, the two families would often go out for dinner together and go on holiday together. isa always enjoyed it. antonela would also bring isa shopping for clothes; dresses and shoes or getting their nails done.

isabella would also look after mateo, thiago and ciro sometimes when her dad and LIONEL MESSI and antonela would go out for drinks together.

"he's doing good." isa answered, "i think that he might be coming here next week."

"how long are you staying here for?" antonela then asked.

"probably three of four weeks." isabella answered, "maybe i could look after mateo, thiago and ciro sometime? i could bring them to a few games with me if they want."

"that would be amazing."

some idiot had decided that it'd be a good idea for pedri, isa, gavi and ale to stay in a villa together for the entire world cup. and now isabella was walking into the villa where she knew was going to be fun or torcher.

the boys were outside and there was a large pool table there which they were all using. "¡le golpeaste con la mano! (you hit that one with your hand!)." isa could hear gavi's voice.

"hey." isa walked outside, leaving her suitcase in the villa and she sat on a chair at a table near the pool table.

"did you have a good flight?" gavi's attention switched to the hernández girl.

"it was alright." she began, "i'm like insanely jet-lagged though." she brushed her hands through her hair.

"are you going to the england game tomorrow?" ale asked and isa's heart almost stopped beating.

"i might." isa answered simply with a shrug. she was planning on going to the game but she wanted to go alone. as she was in the thoughts, her phone pinged.

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