Everything (Sergio Ramos)

Chapter 3

"Please put your seat in an upright position, ma'am." the young, blond flight attendant said, as she helped me straighten the backrest of my chair. She looked at the empty seat next to me, where my hobo bag was. "Are you traveling with anyone?"

"No." I replied. "It's just me, I'm afraid." What she really meant by the question was are you back with Sergio Ramos. She was searching for gossip, after a while in this industry you could just tell.

She smiled graciously and nodded, then finally moved to the next passenger. An old man sleeping with his mouth slightly opened and his seat reclined almost horizontally.

Anyway, so a few more minutes and we finally touched down. But it was a long runway and it took the crew several more seconds driving through the tarmac, before the aircraft completely halted and the 'seat belts-off' sign lit up.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," The captain's voice echoed through the cabin once more. "Welcome to Poland."

It was odd really, how I was left to got off the plane and work my way through the busy airport alone, no manager, no security not even a stylist to accompany me. Apparently my "team" would be meeting me tomorrow and I had the night by myself. Fun right? No.

It must be said I was suffering for my art, I thought the heels and full face of make up may have been wasted on a night alone in Poland until I saw the paps crowding around the entrance of the airport. Great. Well at least the time spend curling my hair hadn't been completely wasted.

I kept my eyes on the floor as I strutted past them and into the waiting car, leaving the driver to sort out my cases. I was acting like a diva and I didn't even care, paparazzi was one thing I just couldn't deal with.

The car ride to the hotel was really fast thankfully, since I'd had enough travelling for one day. The driver tried to start a conversation at first but I put my headphones in after a couple of minutes. I was feeling anti-social for some reason, I felt like I was on edge, nervous and I didn't know why. The hotel's doorman opened my car door as we pulled up in front of the hotel, allowing me to get out and greeting me with a warm smile.

"Welcome, señorita... Are you Ana S--"

"Room 293? Yes." I confirmed.

The doorman moved fast after that. He took my luggage and handed it over to the butler, who then put it in one of those big push carts. I smiled at the doorman and thanked him, before I followed the the butler through the double doors. By the way, the glass panels seemed to be made of tempered one-way mirror. I couldn't see a thing from the outside, at all.

"I like this place already." I mumbled to myself. "Safe, quiet, private, just what I need." Seconds later and the butler got us into the lift. He manned the controls and within moments, the stainless elevator doors opened to the fifteenth floor. It was a nice hallway painted in beige colored-walls, and soft lights graced the black granite floor.

He gave me a quick tour of my suite after leaving my luggage at the foot of the large double bed before guiding me to a large window opposite the bed.

"You have an excellent view Miss Benitez" I moved to joined him beside the window, and he was right it was a good view. "That's the PGE Arena just there, it was built specifically for the euros"

"Really?" I asked, feigning interest, I had been thinking about the euros too much, in all honesty.

"Yes" He nodded proudly "We also have three national team staying here"

"You do?" I asked, I didn't need to fake interest this time, he had my full attention now. Surely not, Micheal had said I wouldn't see Sergio.

"Yes, The Republic of Ireland, Germany and Spain"

Oh hell no.

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I had been hiding in my room for the majority of the time, it was pathetic really, but now I was starving hungry, and I had had to leave to food before I died of starvation. I followed the directions to the dining area, hoping to grab a sandwich or something quickly and return to my room.

"Ana!" I had barely taken two steps into the lobby when someone called my name, a distinct, Spanish accent that I recognised immediately.

"Iker" I greeted the tall goalkeeper with a smile, pulling him into a hug when he got near enough.The lobby was filled with men in the Spanish training uniform, most of the players were on the opposite side of the room, separated from me by a sea of Spanish doctors, physicians and the like.

"Are you looking for Sergio? He's over there" He pointed him out, as if I hadn't noticed his beautiful face already.

"Erm, well..." I started, but he interrupted me.

"Sergio!" Iker shouted, beckoning him over with a wave of his large hand.

Sergio approached us, staring at his phone as he walked. He clearly hadn't seen me yet. Look up Sergio, just look up.

"Ana's here" Iker's voice caused Sergio's head to immediately snap up, he froze, his eyes locked with mine and his mouth hanging open slightly. Iker's scratched his head as if he too could feel the awkward air between us. "Well I'll see you both later then" he mumbled before he left.

"You're staying here?" He asked, well it looked like there was no need for pleasantries.

"Yeah, Micheal booked it, he probably did it on purpose that bastard" He chuckled slightly. "Sergio I'm so-"

"Look Ana we need to talk, the team are meeting up in the bar at 8. Meet me then?"

I nodded to denote agreement, and he left. Just like that, no hug, no kiss, no smile, not even a cold goodbye.

For some reason Wattpad has made the next chapter restricted cos its a sex scene so you can only read it if you follow me, I'm trying to change this. If you know how to change it so anyone can read it please let me know, sorry. Ella x