Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter eight.

Emily's POV

It was time. The whistle blew. The cold air, hit my face. Cristiano passed to Bale and Bale to Modrić. I turned to see my father, directly looking at me. I gave him a smile and he returned it.
For the first fifteen minutes of the game we were just passing, as well as Barcelona.
Until they attacked. They ran up towards the penalty box and shot but luckily Navas made a fantastic save. He threw it to Modrić and he passed to Gareth. This game was getting interesting. Gareth ran up the right side of the pitch, zooming in front of my father. Destroying the mid-field. He got past the defence and centralised the ball, straight to Cristiano. Cristiano took the head shot straight towards the net. Claudio saved it by slapping the ball, Karim controlled it and took a shot.
"GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL DEEEELLLLL REAL MADRID!" I jumped up, and ran to the team where they were celebrating. I gave high-fives to everyone. The crowd roared. I turned to see my father in frustration and my brother in disappointment. I couldn't bare to see them like that, it broke my heart. I walked over to Leo and whispered, "we have to talk after this." He gave me a weird look but nodded.
After the goal, nothing much happened. Barcelona had a few nearly goals but nothing major. They had about a bit more ball possession. The half-time whistle blew, and we went to the locker rooms.
"Great first half, I'm happy with the score. Especially with this team. I think that the chemistry and the team work is amazing. We're lacking a bit of defending, but we're getting there. Emily, I want to see you in action. Every free-kick or things like that I would like you to take it. I'm putting the teams benefits to your hands. Cristiano , Karim, and Gareth I want more attacking. Defending is crucially important here. Great job and just continue." Zinedine said. We all nodded before heading out to the pitch. I still saw determination this time in both of my relatives eyes. I could see they wanted to win.
The whistle blew again. Barcelona immediately recovered the ball, but Pepe luckily saved a shot that Neymar took and sent it to corner.
One of the Barcelona boys took the kick, sending it to Pique. He made a amazing header goal. The Barcelona boys celebrated, and I felt a bit sorrow. I could've help but I didn't.
The game started again.
We came in strong, Cristiano to Gareth, Gareth to Cristiano , Cristiano to Karim. He ran forward but got thrown to the ground by Dani Alves. I never liked him.
We got a free-kick which was relatively close, and I had to take it. I stood behind the ball, a bit nervous. Cristiano came near me and whispered, "you're gonna do fine, even if you don't make it. It's okay." I lost a bit of tense in my body.
I gulped, the ref blew his whistle. I took a few steps back of the ball. I didn't run to the ball, I slightly slowed down. I kicked it, and curved it.

"GOOOOOOAAAAALLLLLL DELLLL REAL MADRID!" I made it passed Claudio bravo.
I celebrated. Cristiano and Gareth ran to me. Gareth gave me a high-five and Cristiano a hug. I was bit taken back considering my father and my brother were about a few feet away.
We started the game again, for about 20' minutes we didn't do much, the Barcelona boys did attack a bit but never made it.
Then the worst thing that we imagined happened. They got a penalty. To be completely honest it wasn't even a penalty.
My brother stepped up to the plate.
He took a few steps back and waited for the ref. I didn't worry as much as if it went in because as everyone knows, Leo never has had the best record of scoring penalties. He took his shot. It hit the cross bar. I couldn't stop and say anything to him because the ball came to the field again after that cross bar. I had the ball passing it to Karim, and Karim go Cristiano. Cristiano could've taken the shot but he crossed to Gareth and he took a header.

"GOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL DELLLL REAL MADRID." Gareth made a stupendous header.
I gave him a high-five and I saw a bit of the famous BBC celebration.

It was 3-1, and it was the 85'th minute. I wanted to score one more. I ran with the ball, but of course the famous Dani Alves tripped me. But he got a yellow this time. It's like if he had it out for me. We earned a free-kick but I let Cristiano take it. It wasn't the closet free-kick but wasn't the farthest. Cristiano kicked, and didn't make it so I jumped.
"GOAAAAAALLLLL DELLL REAL MADRIDDD" I ran celebrating.
I couldn't believe it.
I gave high-fives to everyone but then I saw Cristiano on the ground. I didn't know what happened.

The final whistle blew. Cristiano wasn't hurt, thankfully. Instead of going to locker room, I went to Leo before he made it into the Barcelona locker room.
"You did great." I patted him.
"No I didn't. I could've made the difference." He sighed.
"Hey, we don't always win bro. But maybe next time eh?" I smiled.
"Come to my place, just wear a disguise so people won't recognize." I told him
He nodded.
He still looked a bit gloomy.
Then Neymar came up,
"Hey, Leo. Don't be sad." He said.
Leo just sighed again.
"Listen, introduce me to this fine woman." He winked. I rolled my eyes.
"Ah. Your average flirt, that thinks everyone wants to get with him. Fun. " I rolled my eyes.
I jogged away, to the locker room and said.
"IS EVERYONE DRESSED?!" I covered my eyes.
"We don't have to if you don't want us to." A cocky voice said, that identified to be none other then Cristiano.
The others laughed.
I opened my eyes and dashed towards my bag grabbing it and running towards the private bathroom.
I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see no one but Cristiano.
"Baby, why in such a rush?" He questioned.
Well, maybe because I need to meet up with my brother that you don't know about or anyone knows about other then Gareth and My father.
"I just want to get out of these clothes." I quickly said. He took a few steps more until he left no gap in between us.
"Why are you so tense babygirl." He whispered.
"I'm not." I breathed.
"I can feel it." He whispered into my ear sending shivers threw my spine. He left a kiss on my neck as he lifted his head so his dark brown eyes met mine. A gasp escaped my mouth.
"I can't.." I managed to speak out.
"You know you want to."
"I have to go.." I ran off. I hadn't felt like this about someone since Kevin. Right now, I just had mixed emotions.
I went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of jean shorts, a white laced crop top and a pair of white vans.
I walked out still impacted on what had occurred. I called a cab, and got home. I was way to exhausted to walk home.

I got home and I waited for Leo. After a few minutes I got a knock on my door.
"Welcome to my Palace." I greeted.
He just chuckled.
"Hello sister!" He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Sit down."
He sat. "So sister, how have you been?" He asked.
"Great."
"Any interest in anyone?" He asked.
"Nope." I choked.
"Oh really? Because media has it that Cristiano Ronaldo has it in for you." He narrowed his eyes.
"Cristiano is my friend, team mate and idol. That's it" I smiled.
"I thought I was your idol?" He frowned.
"Actually no. I didn't even like you. Cristiano has always been my idol ever since I saw him doubt in sporting."
He rolled his eyes.
"Ay, if you want someone Neymar is always available, he said he's interested." Leo winked.
I gave him a disgusted look.
"I'm just kidding." He added.
"Ever thought to join Barcelona?" He asked trying to change the topic.
"No I just detest and will not join Barcelona unless something bad happens that will make me take drastic measures." I shot.
"Oo calm down, don't get heated." He told me.
"Sorry, I kinda have a passion to hate Barcelona." I sighed.
He just frowned.
We talked for the rest of the afternoon about dumb things, mostly about football.
It was time for him to go. He left around 5:00 pm.
I was tired.
So I went to sleep.

Cristiano's pov

I like her. I like Emily I really do. She's one of the causes I broke up with Irina.

Flashback
"I can't do this anymore I'm out." I told her.
"What!? Are you breaking up with me!" She yelled. "Duh!"
"You're leaving me for that stupid slut." She roared.
"She's not a slut, the only slut here is you." I yelled.
"You will remember me." She marked her words as she left.
*flash back over*

I can't stop thinking about Emily. She makes me lose control and I just don't know how to tell her that I love her.
But I can't. Not yet, I know about her past and I'm not sure if she wants this. Or at least me.
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I just realised how cringy some parts are. I apologise now.