My mom's friend came over and they're drinking coffee or whatever adults have to drink, and I have to play with her son. Boys suck and I don't want to play with him but my mom tells me to be polite. I hope she rewards me for putting up with Gerard at least.
He was kicking around some stupid ball and I just wanted to play with my dollhouse but he wouldn't. He said it's boring.
"Hey, (Y/N) will you be the goalie so I can practice penalty shootout?" Gerard asked me still not letting go of his football.
"Nope. You didn't want to play with me." I simply stated.
"Please? I have to practice because I want to be a real footballer one day and I need training. I want to play for Barca-they're the best."
"You can't be a footballer. You're too tall and not very smart. You wouldn't be good."
"You'll see! One day you will beg me to give you tickets for El Clasico and I will tell you you are too short and not very pretty."
I gasped. How dare he be so rude? Boys really suck so much, I don't ever want to be friends with him.
✖ 10 years later...
"H-hola, (Y/N), I was wondering...if you could help me with my maths homework?" Gerard asked me running a hand through his hair. "I really don't want to fail that test."
"And what does it mean to me?" I asked him coldly. We barely ever hung out anymore because he was always training and still wanted to become a professional football player, and now he wanted me to tutor him?
"Oh, if you don't then you won't get this back!" He snatched my diary in a blink of an eye and held it high in the air.
"Geri, no! You're such an idiot, give it back!" I tried to reach it but he was too tall and held it too high up so it was an impossible mission for me.
"Shortie. I won't put it down until you agree to help me with maths."
"Okay." I sighed in frustration. "But this is the only time I'll do it. You never study and-"
"I win! Here you go, shortie." He gave me back my diary. "And one more thing, if I pass maths my dad promised to take me to a Barca game. You can go too if you'd like."
"I'll think about it."
✖ 10 years later...
"Just please don't get a card today, ok?" I chuckled at my boyfriend who was getting ready for the game.
"I can't promise you that, bonita." He laughed, making me roll my eyes. "You know what's El Clasico like. We don't play against Real every day, I need to, you know. Knock myself out?"
"You're crazy, Gerard Piqué."
"It's a good kind of craziness! The fans love it!"
"Whatever... hey, where did you put my ticket again?"
"It's in the closet, top shelf."
I instantly jumped up and went to take it. More like tried to take it because Gerard being Gerard put it in the highest place in the house, which means that I can't reach it. It's not my fault he's a giant! I was standing on my tiptoes trying to grab it but it was pointless. Something makes me think he did that on purpose. I huffed and yelled for him to come.
"You idiot, there's no way I can take that ticket from this height, and you know that!" I complained.
"Such a shame. Looks like you won't be going to the game then." He smirked leaning against the closet, but after seeing my frown he dropped the act. "Shortie, I was kidding. Here you go." He gave me the ticket and a kiss on the forehead.
"I would love to give you a piece of my mind now but you're going to be late and I have to get ready as well, so...let's leave it for another day."
"Okay." Gerard laughed and leaned down to kiss me.
"Now go and kick Madrid's ass."
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A/N: Requested! This one has a little different beginning than my other imagines, but I hope you'll like it! Thank you for reading 💋
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