Close to You ➳ Antoine Griezmann

Chapter Three ♔

♔ Antoine's POV ♔

"Hahahaha. Why on earth do you have ronaldo's sister's phone?" Filipe laughs sarcastically, teasing me.

Well this was great. I wanted to go home and rest, I'm tired, I have this girl's phone and she has mine, the girl is Ronaldo's younger sister and my best friend finds this funny.

"Filipe! Please. I'm stressed and you're laughing!" I roll my eyes panicking as I take off my shirt.

"Well just message Ronaldo. Or call him and let him know." He replies now trying to be serious.

"Yeah." I mutter.

"Well get your phone out then, he's not going to get the message magically is he?" Filipe says, again being sarcastic.

"Yeah if I had my phone!" I moan this time.

"What do you mean?" Filipe asks confused.

"She has my phone! I can't message him! Our phones have swapped and we've got the wrong phones!" I snap at him getting changed into a tracksuit.

"Oh.. well give me the phone." Filipe replies as he quickly grabs the phone which didn't seem to have a password on so he was able to unlock easily.

I tried the grab the phone off him incase he did anything stupid but he pushed me away saying "I know what I'm doing."

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♔ Marisa's POV ♔

"Wait. My phone." I rummage through my backpack trying to find my phone.

"What happened?" Cris asks looking concerned as he walks into my room.

"Nothing, I'm looking for my phon-"

"Found it!" I shout as I left the phone inside a little compartment inside my backpack.

"Okay that's good. What did you think of the game today?" Cris asks me looking at himself in my mirror.

I click on the home button of the phone and the home screen pops up as an image of that footballer. What was his name? That's it! Something like Antoine Griezmann.

"What the fuck." I mutter under my breath and end up saying it out loud.

"Excuse me?" Cris says shaking his head.

"No sorry, you played well. It's just that I-I I've got someone else's phone" I mumble.

"What? What do you mean you have someone's phone?" Cris snaps at me. His eyes widen this time and he has this deadly look in his eyes.

Oh boy. I fucked up.

"Oh! Hahaha! See I got you! You actually believed me! Hahaha did you see your face? Oh my god!" I shout out loud and laugh loudly trying to pretend it was funny when it wasn't.

"Hahaha okay. You got me there! Otherwise I was going to say!" Cris replies laughing.

"Anyways, Cris I'm really tired. I'm going to call it a night. Goodnight. You're a champion, winner, the best player blah blah." I giggle as I walk, pushing Cris out of the room.

"Goodnight then! And crap, my little boy must be waiting for me!" He says as he quickly runs off.

I quickly slam the door shut and lock it. Oh my god. Cris would've actually killed me if I told him. God, Antoine had my phone and I had his. I didn't even know him as well.

Hmm. Maybe I should check his phone. I could maybe message him and tell him incase he didn't already know.

Crap. I didn't know his password. I could try to figure out his password though. So I swiped the screen to the right and it somehow had unlocked.

Oh. That was easy.

I felt so bad for going through his phone but I had to somehow get my phone back. Do I text him? No. Otherwise he'll know my number and I wasn't keen on some footballer I didn't know have my number.

I know, I'll Instagram direct message him! So I look for the app and I find it in a folder named 'faves'.

"Hahaha. This guy is strange." I laugh to myself. I was all tucked in bed and the bedroom lights were off but I had left on a candle so there was a dim light in my bedroom.

I went to type in my name on the search bar and strange. I was the top person in his search history. Was he stalking me?

I clicked on my profile and my page loaded up and my follow button was in green and it said 'following'.

"Oh my god." I gasp to myself. "He's been stalking me and now he's following me. No wonder my notifications were blowing up earlier" I whisper to myself.

Hmm. I had to check this guy out though. So I scrolled through his posts and he seemed kinda cute. If I'm honest, I thought he'd be a fuck boy or something but instead he seemed like a cute guy.

"Okay. Let me direct message him." I say to myself again, feeling slightly nervous.

MARISARONALDO AND YOU

You: Hi. It's Marisa. Sister of Ronaldo! We seemed to have swapped phones by accident earlier today. So, can I have my phone back please? I have yours and I hope you have mine. Please reply soon. x

Well. Now I had to wait for him to message me back. I still couldn't believe he was stalking me on Instagram.

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