Gypsy: An Álvaro Morata Fan Fic

Chapter 3

I looked into her apologetic eyes and everything came flooding into my mind. My girlfriend, my normal life, my job... I moved away from her, shock coming over my body. I must have been looking at her with bugged out eyes because she seemed worried about me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." was all I could say as I walked away from our usual spot. What did I just do? Something had come over me. I wasn't thinking.

Admittedly, I was feeling. I felt something quite strong toward her. Something my mind had no control over. I hadn't experienced anything like this. I always thought about my feelings, my relationships. What they could do for me and what I could give back. In this case, my heart had taken over my body and I couldn't help but think I'd made a huge mistake... She had refused to give me her number and she didn't have mine so I was in her hands as I walked to our usual spot the next afternoon.

My training hadn't been very good that day. I wasn't concentrated. I could only think about her and the fact that what I did yesterday may make her not want to see me again. Ever. My horrible suspicions were confirmed as I walked around the tree and she was nowhere to be seen. I walked over to the cement rail that looked over the city and smashed my fist against it. Dammit. Maybe she'd left Madrid for fear of seeing me again. I had no choice but to sit there and hope she'd show up. After an hour, I gave up and went back home...

Three days went by. I walked over to our spot in the park every afternoon and she was nowhere to be seen. I was beginning to feel desperate. I needed to talk to her. Tell her that it was a mistake and that it would never happen again. Also, I really appreciated her and didn't want her to stop being my friend for a stupid move like the one I'd made...I was getting a cup of coffee at around 20:00 when I saw her walking down the street toward me. There was a bustle of people but I kept my eyes on her as I tried to get around everyone.

She looked up and I know she saw me. As soon as she did, she turned on her heel and started walking away from me. "No, Alicia. Wait." I screamed over the people. I kept watching her as she turned into an alley. Perfect. I went after her and there she was, walking slower because she thought she'd gotten away from me. I took her by the wrist and she gasped. She saw me and relaxed. "Álvaro, leave me alone. Please. I apprecciate everything you tried to do for me but I can take care of myself." She tried to pull away from me but I wouldn't let her. I pulled her back to me and she put her hand over my chest to prevent crashing against it.

"Please don't leave. It was all my fault. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." "It's not about that, Álvaro. Let go of me." She pulled and this time managed to slip away. I took her by the elbows and pulled her to me once more, this time way closer. "Please, talk to me. What is it? What happened?" She looked directly into my eyes, rage clear in her stare. "When were you planning on telling me you're rich and famous?" Fuck. I hadn't seen this coming. I thought it had all been about that almost-kiss. Now she knew about my double-life.

"Uuhh, I..." "You were lying to me. I don't like liars. Have a nice life, Álvaro Morata, Real Madrid striker." She tried to get away from me but I held her elbows tight. "No, wait, I can explain." "Álvaro, let go of me." She said it a bit louder and someone passing by the alley heard her. "Hey, man. What are you doing? Let go of her." I loosened my grip and she pulled away forcefully. She kept staring me down as she stepped away backwards. "Alicia, please." I begged her, my voice really low. I felt like I was about to cry. Fate had put her in my way once more and I didn't want to let this go to waste for some bastard who felt like being a hero.

"Hey, you're Morata. Would you sign this for me?" Said the guy coming forward as she stepped away. I took whatever he had in his hand, signed it with a marker he produced from God-knows-where, and kept walking toward her. "Hey, hey! She said she wants to be left alone, man." Pure rage in my stare, I turned and took the guy's shirt in my fists. "Butt out, before I make you." I blurted out angrily. The guy looked scared out of his wits because I was some 6 inches taller than him and considerably wider.

He put his hands up and stepped away. I was frozen. What did I just do? I'd never gotten into a fight before. I stared at my hands, which I had just threatened this guy with, shocked. Suddenly, I remember why I'd confronted him in the first place. I turned and, to my surprise, she was still there, staring at me with the same shock in her gaze. "I actually thought I knew you." She was about to leave again but I take her by the elbow one last time. "Alicia. Everything changes once the other person knows I'm famous. They treat me differently. They're careful of everything they say for fear I'll stop hanging out with them and they won't be able to enjoy my riches." She stopped pulling, still turned away from me, and her breathing slowed.

"They don't like me for me. They like me for my things, my fame, my money..." "I didn't know you had money and I liked you. I'm not like that, Álvaro. " She turned and was facing me, staring at me intently, as she said these words. "You know I'm not." "I know. I wanted to tell you. I was just afraid you'd change like so many people do." "You should've known better. You should've trusted me. Like I trusted you." She kept staring at me, her gaze sometimes diverting toward my mouth and somehow I knew what she wanted to do.

Before she could lean forward, I interrupted. "I'm sorry. So sorry. I can't say it enough. I just really like talking to you and being with you. Please say you'll come by the park and practice tomorrow." She looked a bit dry after I'd cut her off. I knew she had wanted to kiss me and it had hurt her but she had been about to do something we both would have regretted. She looked at the ground: "Yes...yeah. I'll come by tomorrow." She said flatly. I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. She smiled softly and pushed my hands away. "See ya." She said as she turned away from me and this time disappeared for good. I stayed there, satisfied that I would see her again but sad at her reaction. Women think we're absolutely blind but we see. I'd seen the move she'd made. She liked me too. But for now we'd have to stay friends if only for the sole reason that my mother wanted me to be with Carla. Don't get me wrong, I like Carla. It's just that I feel I have to be someone I'm not when I'm with her. It's not like that at all with Alicia. And now that I could share with her my entire life, I imagined I'd feel even better around her.