Promise: A Lionel Messi Fanfic

|~Chapter 2~|

Chapter 2

££ Lionel's POV ££

November 17, 2010
Rosario, Argentina

"Ugh!" I moan in distress. "Nella you need to get off my ass!"

"Leo, you're such a coward! Why won't you just talk to me?" My ex wife, Antonella, yelled into the phone.

"Because you're a lunatic! Stop calling me or I'll have my lawyer get a restraining order on you're frustrating âsš!" I screamed one last time before I angrily pressed the end button on my phone.

I walked over to my couch and let out a big sigh before I plopped down onto the couch.

I need to go on a vacation or something... Too much stress right now.

I swiped open my iPhone and began to text my teammate and one of my best friends, Neymar.

"Hey."

Almost instantly, he replied with a "Hey."

"I got a question."

"Shoot!"

"Would you come on vacation with me? Like somewhere we would usually never go?"

"Where are we talking, Leo?"

I hesitated before typing the next words.

Hmm..

Then finally the perfect idea came to me.

"Let's go to London!"

"London?"

"Mhm."

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

"Well, I guess, why not."

"That's the spirit! Okay, we leave tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?!"

"Yup! Oh look at the time, I got to go. Cya, bud."

"Leo!"

I smirked and clicked the button to shut off my phone. All of a sudden, I heard a knock at my door. I raised an eyebrow wondering who it was since I was not expecting any company and walked over to the door. I began to twist the doorknob before I realized I didn't check the peep hole so it could be anyone. I gasped and immediately tried to slam the door shut but the person on the other side pushed fiercely against me.

Eventually, I just let the door slam open and on the other side stood my crazy ex wife. Antonella.

"Leo, babe, just listen to me!" Nella pleaded.

"Oh my gosh, Antonella! You need to understand what 'No' means! And do not call me that anymore. I'm calling the police if you don't leave right now," I barked, stomping my foot down.

Tears formed in Nella's eyes and she opened her mouth and raised her finger to speak but no words came out. Only tears.

I rolled my eyes and said softly, "Nella, please stop."

Instead of stopping, she cried harder. I stood there awkwardly and approached her slowly. I embraced her in an awkward hug and rubbed her back.