Gilded Love [Cristiano Jr x Reader]

Jealousy

This chapter is mature, so just a quick warning!

TW language, steamy scenes
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°•Y/ns pov•°

"Harry, shut up!" I yelled laughing as he grabbed my waist, spinning me around.

"It's true!" He responded, grinning.

I wriggled out of his grip and ran onto the aeroplane.

He followed after me.

"To Saudi Arabia for a match!" I cheered.

"Can you believe we went there three years ago?" He said, sitting down next to me.

"No." I responded my mind, running through the old memories.

"And you went to live with Ronaldo! That was crazy." He mused.

"It was." I sighed, looking down at my phone.

"Hey, you okay?" Harry said, tilting my head to face his.

"Yeah!" I said, grinning and kissing his cheek.

I slept most of the flight, and when we landed, I jumped onto Harry's back.

He piggy backed me all the way to the taxi, and we both jumped in, giggling.

After I had returned to England, Cris and I texted each other every day, but soon he stopped texting, and we lost communication altogether.

Harry had asked me out, and I had agreed. We have been together for three years, and both have been happy.

"Haha look its the stadium. Let's change and start practising!" Harry said, running over.

I chased after him, and we both got into our football kit.

We started kicking the ball around, mainly chasing each other and tackling the ball off of each other.

°•Cristianos pov•°

After she left, my dad made me train harder, not that I minded, but utterly meant I had no time to message Y/n. She stopped messaging me, and I didn't want to force it on her.

I had a match today. I didn't care to bother who I was going against, but from some conversations I had overheard, they had a really good player.

"Cris, wait up. You're walking so fast!" Maria called from behind me.

She was my girlfriend. Pretty, long dark-haired with a slim curved body.

She was a Latino daughter of one of Georgia's friends. My dad didn't like her that much, and neither did Georgia, but they welcomed her with open arms and sweet smiles.

She was very clingy and loved taking photos with me to post on her Instagram.

I walked into the stadium my arm around her waist.

A girl and boy were already practising, and by the looks of it, it looked as if they were close.

"Go change be back quickly." My dad said to me and Tom. We walked in after Maria had planted a kiss on my cheek.

"I hate that girl." Tom grumbled.

"She's alright she's just high maintenance." I said, shrugging.

"Alright? She's a self obsessed, vain witch." He retorted scoffing.

"Give her time. We've only been together a couple of months." I said.

"I preferred Y/n." He said.

My head snapped up.