I lazily slung one arm over my still closed eyes, hoping to block out the glaring sun that threatened to make my head explode. How much had I drunk last night? What the hell was I thinking? I turned onto my side and slowly peeled my eyes open, I nearly fell off the edge of the bed at the sight of Sergio's sleeping figure beside me.
Oh fuck.
Of course Sergio was here, when hang overs and slightly sore bodies were involved, Sergio was always to blame. I thought our little chat last night might put us back on the right track, you know, clear the air so that we could start a fresh. But this just complicated everything, sex outside of a relationship always complicates things.
After a few seconds of creepily staring at his face and rejoicing at the sight of him being back in my bed, I decided he needed to get the fuck out of my room, because no matter how perfect last night was I wasn't ready to forgive him for being an ass.
"Get up Sergio" I not so gently shoved him before pulling the covers off his naked body, wrapping them around me and walking into the bathroom to shower, all with a heavy head.
I showered really quickly, probably not even ten minutes later and I was stood in the bathroom pulling on the hotel's complementary dressing gown over some clean underwear, torn between hoping Sergio had already left so that I didn't have to deal with the consequences of last night and wishing with all my heart that he had stayed, even though I had been really rude this morning.
I silently peeked around the bathroom door to see his now dressed figure sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his shoes with his back to me. He was moving slowly, presumably suffering the consequences of drinking so much. Good.
"About last night..." The sound of my voice made him suddenly look at me, as if he was shocked at my presence. He has probably been hoping to leave and avoid this whole awkward conversation thing.
"It doesn't change anything" He finished the sentence for me. Ouch.
"When I said I loved you, I wasn't lying... But I can't forgive you" My voice sounded kinda strangled like it was about to reveal that my air of confidence was completely fake.
"Forgive me? You were the one who cheated first!" He was shouting now, his fists curled into tight balls at his side.
"No I fucking didn't! You didn't even let me explain before you went out and shoved your dick into your ex!" I was shouting too, pointing my finger at him angrily.
"I saw the picture Ana, don't lie to me!" It hurt really how he still didn't believe me. I could- should- explain, but he didn't deserve the truth right now, I was too angry at him.
"You just left, you said you would call me that night so that we could sort everything out and then... Nothing. You fucking coward!"
"I was supposed to, Ana." He quickly said, moving his head to look at me, but still bowed down. "I tried to call but I couldn't face..."
"Well, trying and actually doing it is a big fucking difference, Sergio." I exclaimed, now unable to control the upset tone in my voice. "I waited, do you know? I waited and it was stupid but I waited and--"
"I know! I shouldn't have but..." He let his voice drop off, he stood quickly, pacing backwards and forwards along the long room every so often running his hand through his messy hair.
"Sergio, stop for a moment?" I asked him, worriedly as I watched him. "I think you should sit down."
But Sergio wouldn't. He kept pacing the hotel room, walking to and fro, sighing agitatedly, pausing to mutter a curse under his breath, only to put his hands behind his head and pace back and forth again. It was like he wasn't hearing anything. It was like I weren't even there.
"Sergio stop walking around?" I asked him again. "I'm getting dizzy looking at you. Could you just stop for a minute and--"
"No Ana. No!" He grabbed his wallet and keys and shoved them into his pocket. "I can't deal with this right now, I have to go to training"
"Sergio..." His eyes met mine one last time before he hastily left the room.
It's really sad how one day you seem to have everything going right then the next day you lose everything so quick. I guess sometimes you just gotta accept the fact that certain things will never go back to how they used to be.
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Everything (Sergio Ramos)
FanfictionAna was once in the perfect relationship with Sergio Ramos but a simple misunderstanding led to their relationship to break down. Now they're forced back together but will it be for better or worse?