| sergio ramos's pov |
'so adira what brings you to madrid?' i ask.
'nothing actually.' she says bluntly.
'that came out rude sorry. but i was supposed to be on the barcelona flight but there was a delay and mix up with my tickets. so my tickets got mixed up and i ended up on my way to madrid.'
'whoa that's bad. are you going to get to the wedding in time?'
'i hope so. if we don't lose any spare time, we should get to barcelona in time.'
barcelona. that made me automatically think of my rivals. she obviously doesn't recognize me as i'm wearing different clothing to the others. if not she wouldn't have started talking to me because of her hatred for football.
'let me rephrase. what brings you to barcelona?' i ask.
'my mother's getting remarried to a spanish man called ignacio. he was born and raised in barcelona but after the wedding he's coming back to live in liverpool. as he was going to give up his entire life in barcelona to live with my mother, she thought it was only fair if they had the wedding in barcelona.'
'oh, so where's your father? is he still alive or?' i ask hopefully not offending her if her father had passed away.
'oh yes! they're just divorced. but it was nothing bad. they just fell out of love and my brother and i were both old enough to tell them to get the divorce we could constantly heard them talk about. but they are on good terms and good friends.' she says nodding at the end.
'where's your brother?' i ask. she looks down the airport aisle and spots him.
'he's down there talking to the man with the man bun.' she says.
'oh gareth.' i blurt out and she looks at me confused.
'bale. gareth bale. my friend is a big football fan.' i quickly say. she doesn't say anything, just shrugs it off.
'we have nearly arrived at our destination, at the adolfo-suárez de madrid-barajas airport. thank you for flying with the emirates and we hope you will fly with us soon.'
'well it was nice to meet you sergio.' she says looking at me smiling.
'same to you adira.'
'i'm going to barcelona in three days, we could meet up if you're still in the area at the time.'
'i'm in barcelona for the rest of the week so yes i'd like that.' she says with a smile.
'give me your phone and i'll put my number in so you can text me and stuff.'
i unlock my phone with the lockscreen being when we won the champions league earlier this year and open contacts and create a new one for her and hand her my phone. she types her name and number on my phone and hands it back.
'done!'
once we land, adira quickly says goodbye as her and her brother quickly rush off as soon as possible off the plane. i get my hand luggage from the upper compartment when gareth walks over to me.
'who was the hot girl you were talking to?' he asks.
'adira.'
'i was next to her brother antonio! but didn't she recognize you? her brother told me how much she hates football.'
'no she didn't and trust me i know how much she hates football. she was cool and interesting so i acted like i wasn't a footballer. i nearly did slip a few times like when karim came over but i covered it up pretty well i guess. and we also swapped numbers as we have that match in barcelona against espanyol at the end of the week i could meet her again.' i say.
'alright but don't you think it's bad that you're lying to her?'
'i'm not lying, i just haven't told her i'm a footballer. and gareth, i only met her today.' i say laughing slightly before walking down the plane's aisle with my backpack on my bag.
when we enter the airport, fans are waiting for us. some of them holding out a photo or a jersey for us to sign, some wanting a selfie or some of them just wanted to get a sight of us.
'sergio!' shouts some people on my left. i happily go over to them and sign various jerseys and take some selfies.
i know how much one signature or one picture with their football idol means to a little boy. i was a young football fan once like them and my dad would take me sometimes to the sevilla airport to try and get some autographs of various players.
i look outside the airport doors briefly and i see a familiar figure standing outside with her arms crossed waiting. she waves her arms in frustration at her younger brother making me smile to myself.
oh adira how you intrigue me.
