Football One Shots

~Crismes~

Part Two

The sun came through the window and shined in my eyes. I groaned and rolled onto my side as it became brighter. The birds could be heard well from outside the house. Their song woke me up completely instead of allowing me to sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before shuffling my feet out from under the covers and onto the floor. I prepared myself for the chilly temperature of my hard-wood flooring, but instead, I was met with the warmth of a fuzzy carpet. I opened my eyes widely as I looked around at my surroundings. I was extremely confused as I searched my brain for memories of where I am. Nothing came up and I wondered if I had gotten wasted and went home with someone or if I tried walking home and was kidnapped. A chill ran down my back as I thought of that possibility.
The bedroom door was a calming grey color, while the walls were a dark blue. I reached for the door handle and slowly turned it, trying not to make too much noise. When it opened, arguing voices floated into the room and filled my ears.
"Why'd you bring him here? Why'd you offer for him to stay?" Karim.
"Because, he's all alone, just like me, and I think he might be slightly depressed. I woke up to him crying yesterday Karim. I'm worried about him." I heard a scoff.
"So he's your charity case? Just leave him alone and let him be by himself for the rest of his life! His stutter is annoying as hell, so it's no wonder nobody wants him. I'd want to kill him after the second day." I heard the sound of skin against skin contact then a crash.
"Don't talk about him that way! What if you were in his situation!? Would you want to be left alone? No! His stutter is easily forgotten if you stop focusing on it! Now, get the hell out of my house, and don't come back until you're ready to stop thinking of only yourself!" Karim's rushed footsteps left the house as another pair started to come closer.
I quickly, but quietly, closed the door and got back under the blue comforter. I closed my eyes and rolled so my back was to the door. I was breathing heavy from my panicked movements, but it just sounded like I was in a deep sleep.
The door opened and steps entered the room quietly. Cristiano stopped next to me and his hand brushed my cheek.
"James, time to get up. We have practice in an hour. I made you some breakfast." I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes.
"T-thanks Cristiano, but you d-didn't have t-to. If anything, I should b-be cooking for you." I smiled over to him shyly.
"Nonsense! I found great joy in having someone to cook for. Now come in, before it gets cold." He bent down and picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
"C-Cris!" I giggled loudly as we walked down the hall.
"I like when you giggle Hammy, it's absolutely adorable!" My cheeks grew red at his statement.
My giggling ceased after he set me down on a chair in the kitchen/dining room area, and placed toast and eggs in front of me.
"T-thanks Cris." I began to eat as he sat next to me and watched me.
I chuckled with a mouth full of eggs as I glanced at him.
"What're you laughing about Hammy? Is there something on my face?" I nodded as I swill owed my eggs.
"Y-you have a ridiculous s-smirk! Remove it b-before I do it for y-you." I smiled.
Cristiano didn't stop so I lifted my hand up as if I was going to hit him. His hand quickly flew up and caught my wrist so I couldn't move it.
"Is Hammy threatening me?" I nodded and giggled slightly.
"Well, since you've decided to be a bad boy, you need to be punished." He smirked again as I looked at him with curiosity.
He pulled me out of the chair and down the hall to his room. I had never been inside, so I looked around as he continued to pull me along. His walls were a plain white and the floor was cream colored. He had a king size bed with cream covers on it. He had a few other things here and there but not much. I could tell he didn't spend much time in here since there was a lack of things to do... Unless he liked staring at the wall.
I was pulled from my thoughts when Cristiano pushed me down on his bed and crawled on top of me. I stared into his eyes as he did the same back.
"W-what's my punishment?" I asked.
"Well, you have two choices, either I can tickle you for five minutes or you can go on a date with me." I put on a smirk of my own this more and hid my surprise.
"Ok, g-go ahead then, tickle me." Cristiano's reaction was somewhat like a fish on dry land.
"K-kidding! I'll go on a d-date with you!" Cristiano shook his head and rested it against my chest.
"You got me this time Hammy. Well done. But just so you know, it won't happen again. No one makes a fool of Cristiano Ronaldo!"
"Except Lionel Messi!" I stated matter-of-factly.
Cristiano gasped and got off of me in a rush.
"That wasn't even funny James! I didn't know you were such a dick! Get out of my house, now, if that's how you feel." Cristiano's face was the most serious I had ever seen it so I nodded.
"S-sorry." I walked out of the room and down the hall.
I went to open the door, but was pulled back into Cristiano's chest. His face found it's way into my neck and he breathed in my scent.
"Hammy, I was joking! I just thought I should get you back for making a fool of me twice!" He chuckled and placed a small peck on my cheek before turning me around.
A small tear fell down my cheek and Cristiano grew extremely worried.
"James, baby, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry if I scared you." He wiped away the year with his thumb and pulled me close.
"I-I just thought I s-screwed up our f-friendship. I-I don't w-want you to treat me l-like everyone else does. Y-you're the only one I've g-got h-here." I sniffled and pressed myself further into Cristiano's chest.
"I'm here James; I'm not going anywhere." I nodded and held onto him tighter.
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Cristiano and I arrived to practice a bit early since he had to go to some meeting with the head coach and some other staff. I decided to get changed and go out onto the pitch to warmup.
I walked into the changing room expecting to be the only one there, but I found Karim and Pepe chatting. I didn't want them to realize I was here when I'm only, God knows what Karim would do to me, so I turned to leave. I stopped in my tracks when I heard them say my name.
"Now we're probably gonna have to hand over 10k to Cristiano. He's gonna get James to sleep with him so..." Karim sighed.
"What the hell! I actually had a bit of faith in James, but I should've known that damn Colombian is a slut." Pepe slammed his locker shut and plopped down on the bench.
I slipped out of the room and shut the door slowly so it wouldn't make any noise. As soon as the hinges halted, I turned around and ran. I didn't know where I was going until I found myself at Cristiano's house.
I pulled the spare key from under one of the pebbles next to the door. When I entered his house, I began to tear it apart.
I was screaming and crying a bit as I thought about what Karim and Pepe had said. Cristiano was probably in the locker room right now getting ready for practice, not even bothering to realize I'm not there.
After pulling the downstairs apart, I moved to Cristiano's room. I ripped his bed sheets off, pulled all his clothes out of his closet and threw them to the floor, and smashed his flat screen tv.
I sunk to my knees from exhaustion and anger. My forehead met the ground and I began to pull my hair and mumble foul words.
"James, what the Hell did you do!? This is my house! You can't just tear it apart!" I looked up to find Cristiano looking down at me with an angry expression, which quickly softened when he saw my tears.
"Well maybe if y-you weren't such a lying bitch! I-I can't b-believe you Cristiano! I t-thought you were better than t-this! I've told y-you so many t-things b-because I thought I could trust you! Little did I-I know, you w-were using m-me for some s-stupid b-bet!" I was on my feet now.
"What are you on about James!?" He frowned and threw his hands into the air.
"You know exactly what I'm 'on about Cristiano! Don't act like you don't!"
The frustration and anger in the room escalated significantly when I shoved Cristiano.
I had never been hit by another man, other than in football, so when Cristiano's fist connected with my face, I crumpled to the ground. I was in a daze so I wasn't moving at all as I laid on the floor. I could feel the blood running from my cheek as it throbbed.
His heavy footsteps rushed out of the room and disappeared after a few moments. I pushed my self off the ground and stood in front of the mirror. My reflection showed a scared boy in a man's body.
"Worthless..." I whispered as I stared at myself.
I walked out of Cristiano's room and into the guest room I had slept in. Only a few of my things were scattered across the room. After collecting my belongings, I left Cristiano's and went to my place.
Cristiano avoided me for the next two days at practices and team bonding. The loneliness I had felt when I arrived to Madrid, returned in larger size and burrowed inside my chest. I hated the feeling and desperately wished I'd go away.
On the fifth night, I drank till I couldn't feel. Then, I laid on the living room floor while blasting "I hate u, I love u" through the stereo set on replay.
"Feeling used, but I'm Still missing you. And I can't, see the end of this. Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips." I sighed as a hiccup escaped my mouth.
Multiple knocks rang at my door moments later. I sat up and looked at the wooden door. When the knocks shook the door again, I crawled towards it.
I reached for the door knob and slowly turned it. When I looked up from the floor, I found Cristiano staring down at me with a look of confusion.
"Oh wow, look who decided to finally show himself. What can I do for the great Cristiano Ronaldo?" I asked with a sarcastic tone.
"James, what are you doing?"
"As you can see, I'm relaxing on the floor and listening to my favorite song."
"This song is depressing as hell James. What's the matter?"
"You." I slammed the door shut and crawled back to my spot in the living room.
"Real mature James. We need to talk. Now." He sat down on the couch next to my spot on the floor.
"There's nothing to talk about. You hit me, yelled at me, and walked out when I needed you. I know we don't know each other that well yet, but we connected through so many things. I though that it was all for real, but I come to find out that it was all just a bet. Imagine how that felt for me. You know I have trust issues and I have depression issues as well, yet you went and pulled that shit." I shook my head a let out a single laugh.
"James, I know it wasn't right for me to hit you, but I was frustrated and when my anger was released, you just happen to be there. It all started as a bet, that's true, but just spending the day with you at recovery, I began to feel a connection with you too. I called off the bet as soon as I woke up the next morning, then Karim came over and we fought. He said he'd ruin us, but I didn't think he meant it. I'm so sorry James, please forgive me." I searched his eyes for lies, but came up empty.
"I have to think about it Cristiano." He nodded and smiled.
"Now can you turn this shit off repeat please, it's making me sad." I chuckled and got up.
Although I didn't forgive Cristiano right away, I found a way to be at peace with what had gone down. In the end, all was forgiven and Cristiano and I worked on our friendship, which is now a relationship.
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