Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter five

Emily's pov

Today was practice day. I was ready, to start my first official practice as part of the Real Madrid team.
A few days ago the Madrid team  sent me a training uniform. I put it on, and it was a little big but it would do. I put on a pair of Gareth bales, very own boots.
I put on my socks and shin guards. My hair up in a pony tail and I was ready to go.

••••
I arrived at practice and cameras were everywhere. I was a bit taken back by all this.
I got greeted by Gareth, "hello there friend, ready to rumble?" He asked. I giggled because he was being so enthusiastic.
"Well, thanks for the support!" He added. I gave him a smile. He led me to a section of the field, where he was practicing with Karim.
"Hello." He said extending his hand.
"Hi, I'm Emily." I introduced.
"Karim."
"Nice to meet you in person, big fan." I told him sincerely.
"Hey! I thought you were a bigger fan of me." Gareth said pretending to have a mad face.
Karim and I chuckled.
"Calm down, I'm wearing your boots so I'm also a fan." I rolled my eyes as he pretended to cry.
Karim was having a laugh on the whole situation. We started some drills, but then I realised Cristiano was no where in sight.
Where could he have gone?
"Gareth, have you seen Cristiano?" I asked.
"Ooh why do you care so much?" He teased.
"Gareth! I'm not kidding. I'm kind of worried, ever since I talked to him he hasn't texted, or even posted on Instagram or anything."
"Well, actually now that you mention it no. I've haven't heard from him, usually he would call but no." He said.
I continued practice. Then he came walking in.
He walked in his hair was a bit messy, he had his famous sunglasses on. He walked over to Zinedine, and Zinedine told him something.
Cristiano left, and came back a few minutes later wearing his training uniform.
He had left his shades in his locker room.
I thought he would join, Gareth and I but instead he went over to Marcelo and Sergio.
What the hell? Was he trying to avoid me? What did I do. I decided to focus on my training. I trained with Gareth and Karim the whole time doing simple things.

I got changed after practice, I put on a casual outfit. Cristiano passed by me, not even taking a glance at me or greeting me.
It's like he was just angry at me.
He was walking towards his car and I ran after him.
"Cristiano." I said once.
"Cristiano." Once more.
"What the hell did I do to you!" I finally snapped.
I was beyond pissed and I just couldn't take it.
"A LOT YOU DID A LOT TO ME OKAY! JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" He screamed at which I can't take. When people yell at me I immediately tear up. I looked at him, with a few tears escaping my eyes.
"Fuck you." I managed to breath out, cracking in the end. I slapped him, and marched out as he called my name. I didn't turn back, instead I ran to my apartment ignoring everything in my path.

Cristianos POV.

This was the last thing I needed, the girl I liked actually crying over me being a jerk.
It's not like I wanted to be a jerk, and I feel really bad. I went to Florentinos office, because he had prohibited me being with Emily.
Somehow, a few pictures of our dinner got onto his desk and he called me in a few days ago to tell me to stay away from Emily.
*flashback*
"Cristiano, Its Florentino." He said, in a hush tone.
"Oh hello! What's up?" I asked him.
"Well, we have an issue.." He started as he cleared his throat.
"A few pictures of you and that new player Emily got on my desk." He stated. I gulped. Oh no.
"And you end this relationship." He said harshly.
"But.." Is all I managed to speak out. He has to be kidding.
"Either you stay away, or she goes away." He hissed. I didn't get a chance to speak before he hung the phone up.
I was beyond pissed.
I threw my phone, in anger I was just frustrated. So I called the one person I could.
••
I had to take my stress out, so I called my ex. I realised  it was a mistake, my feelings were completely all over the place.
I decided I couldn't let this happen. So I went to his office.
"Florentino!" I raised my voice.
"Yes Cristiano!? What's wrong." He sounded worried.
"I need to speak with you." I started.
"Is something wrong? Do you need me to fix it? Oh wait. I'm guessing it's from the situation from a few days ago huh?" He asked.
"Listen to me, you can't forbid me to be with Emily I like her and if it means to risk my job well so be it! She got mad at me because I did what you said." I ranted.
He shut his eyes, and thought.
"Cristiano, I really want to but..." I cut him off,
"Looks like I'll go back to Manchester United then." I narrowed my eyes. I obviously didn't want to leave, Real Madrid is my life. I want to retire here.
"No no no no, that's the last thing we need. We can't have our star player leaving." I grinned, I knew he wouldn't go opposed.
"Fine, Cristiano. You and Emily can have your little relationship, but If it interferes with your playing she will get fired and you will get punished." He warned. I nodded and gave him a smile.
Now, it's time to put my mind and focus on how to get my girl back. Even though she doesn't know it she will be mine.

Emily's pov.

After I arrived home, I stopped sobbing.
I realised, why should I be suffering?
I took a shower, and changed into a pair of sweatpants, plus a sweater.
I went straight to sleep.

•••
I woke up the next morning, with six missed calls from Cristiano. I wasn't going to call him back, I was still beyond pissed.
I ate, breakfast and watched Barcelona's match today, for La Liga. We had a game tomorrow, against Sevilla.
Today, I had a press conference with Zidane, Cristiano and Gareth. How fun.
The conference started at 2:00pm, and it was 12:30. I changed into, a pair of adidas pants, Madrid jersey, and a pair of adidas shoes.
I put on eyeliner and red lipstick. My hair, was in a high pony tail. By the time I was ready it was 1:30. I walked towards the stadium. The press soared the stadium. I got greeted by Zinedine. He walked me over to the press conference room, where I sat between Gareth and Cristiano. Great. Just what I wanted. A blue table cloth covered the whole table on top was four microphones and water bottles.
"I want to welcome all of you for coming to this press conference. You may ask any questions that you want." Zidane said.
The first question came in, but for me.
"Emily, is it true that you have a signed a contract to be in Madrid?"
I nodded. "Indeed, and I'm just very thankful for the opportunity to play for Real Madrid."
The next one went for Gareth.
"Gareth, do you think the trio of you, Cristiano and Karim are better then msn?" The man asked.
"Listen, I don't want to sound rude but I don't care about msn and have no interest in giving my opinion on them. Honestly, I like the way BBC plays on the pitch and that's it." He answered a bit annoyed for someone asking that.
The next question went for Cristiano.
"Cristiano, you have been playing phenomenal on the pitch. But Cristiano, messi took ballon de' oro this year how do you feel?" The man with the hat asked. I looked over at Cristiano waiting for his response knowing he is probably pissed.
He took a breath, and licked his lips he drank a bit of water as well.
"See, I don't care what Messi wins. If he won, Congrats for him. But I don't focus on him. I focus on my team and I. I focus on how I play,  and how I play with my team. So, don't ask me about Messi. Because I'm not him and I have nothing to do with him."
You can tell he was about to snap. He hates, Leo with his heart. I do too.
"Emily, other then Madrid what other team would you consider on top or-"
"Arsenal." I plainly interrupted.
"Zinedine what's your game plan for tomorrow ?" A, brown haired woman asked.
"Well, I think that tomorrow we will have to attack. Sevilla isn't the hardest but not the easiest. They will bring a fight for my team and I believe that we can beat them. We just have to use the right tactics." He finished.
"Cristiano, rumours have it you're seeing someone else. Is that true?" A old man asked.
Cristianos face, tuned into a smirk.
"Yes actually. But I want to keep it private." He answered as he grabbed my hand under the table. I kicked him and pulled away. Everything isn't okay.
"Gareth, what do you plan to do today to prepare for tomorrow?"
"Train." Is all he said.
The conference ended after a few more questions. I didn't want to really speak, to Cristiano after the whole thing yesterday. It just wasn't right what he did.
I walked towards, the parking lot. I wasn't interested in staying to be exact. I just wanted to get home and lay in my pity hole.
I got pulled by the arm which had me taken back.
"Let me go you-" I got interrupted. Cristiano put his hand over my mouth. What the hell is wrong with him?
"Listen to me, I didn't want to stay away. But I got threatened, and I apologise for yesterday. I was in a horrible mood." I licked his hand, but he didn't budge. So I bit it.
"Ow what the.." He ached.
"I don't need this bullshit. I'm fine, and we don't have to talk. Good day sir." I left and went jogging towards my apartment as he just stood there.
I need to focus right now on my career and not on my social life.

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Im not sure about this whole book tbh. But I hope you enjoyed!