I find myself on my private jet with Cris and my best friends,Alyia and Anastasia, my partners in crime since I was 13. Not only do they help me with my makeup, hair, and outfits,they truly understand me and have seen me grow into the person I am today. Together, we have created countless memories and shared endless laughter, I make them my constants in a world of change.
Now we're headed to Madrid, because Cris absolutely wants to see El clásico, not that I'm so excited about it, but I would do anything to see my brother happy.It wasn't the first time we traveled for hours just to see a football match. Last summer, he managed to take me all the way to Los Angeles. However, I could never say no to him,I know how much he loves this game.
Although I don't live with my family, I make regular trips to Saudi Arabia to see them. My home base is actually in Madrid, where I reside in the grand mansion we once called home when my father played here.
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The game was coming to a conclusion, tied at 2-2, when in the 90+1 minute, Madrid scored the winning goal to make it 3-2. Jude Bellingham was the hero of the moment, the talk of the town in recent months as the new star of Real Madrid. Some even dared to compare him to my father, which I found amusing. No one could ever reach my father's level, and my biased opinion had nothing to do with it.
As the final whistle blew, Cris turned to me and said
"I want Bellingham's autograph."
I couldn't help but smirk at his request.
"Then go get it yourself,"
I replied sarcastically. Cris was already 13 years old and had to learn to ask for what he wanted on his own. I didn't even know this Bellingham guy, so why should I ask it for him, he look way too egocentric, and I don't want him to assume that I am seeking his autograph.
But Cris pleaded,
"Come with me, please."
His voice was desperate, and against my better judgment, I reluctantly agreed.
"Fine."
Luckily we still had access to the VIP zone, giving us the opportunity to freely talk and mingle with the players. I knew most of them like Tony, Luka, Dani..It was always a pleasure to meet them, especially considering how much they had cared for me when I was just a child.
The stadium was now empty, the fans had all gone home. We found ourselves where the players were chatting with their wives, friends and family. I approached Bellingham, and Cris, with his broken English, asked
"Sorry,can you sign my shirt please?"
Bellingham with a smile signed his shirt.He then turned to me and asked
"Do you want an autograph too?"
I chuckled and declined,I don't need his useless autograph,probably he needs mine.
But my brother insisted, urging me to get my scarf autographed.The scarf was resting on my Birkin bag, I took it from there and handed it to Bellingham.
"Your name?" he asked
"Just write it for Cris Jr"
Bellingham glanced at my brother once more, this time probably recognizing him.
"Here you go, kid. Bye"
He said before walking away,but I couldn't resist calling out to him
"A simple "goodbye" would've sufficed!"
He didn't even turn back, leaving me somewhat awestruck. As I thought from the begging he was yet another footballer full of himself.
——————— Hi guys💗 This is the first time I've written a story, so I'm already want to apologize if there are going to be some mistakes. Let me know what you think about this first chapter✨✨
