Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter fifteen.

Emily's POV

I woke up the next morning, feeling a bit dirty. I looked next to me and there was the naked body of Cristiano, but he was wrapped waist down in the blanket. He was hot.

I got up, and took a shower. I was a bit sore, but I managed to get changed into a pair of sweatpants, and a sweatshirt. I sat on the couch and watched some TV. I looked on Instagram and twitter my notifications were blowing up. They were all about my visit to camp nou yesterday.

"Did Emily Beckham, have something to do with the broken noses and black eyes that Lionel Messi and Neymar Jr have?"

"Was she the bad person that did this?"

"She's so stupid, why would she bring Cristiano to Barcelona turf?"

"Her dumbass needs to jump off a cliff, she will pay."

"Fuck her! Let's all attack her!"

"Why would Cristiano date someone like her?!"

"Cristiano needs glasses."

I couldn't bare to read them anymore. Tears slid down my cheek and I smashed my phone onto the ground. I didn't hear it crack which was good.

"What the fuck? Are you okay?" I heard a Familiar voice.

"It's all your fault! You just had to beat them." I cried out.
"Hey hey, calm down baby. What's wrong?" Cristiano came over to me holding me in his arms. I sobbed into his chest.

"I just can't do this anymore, I can't..." I didn't get finish my words as I broke down.
"Everything in my life is just fucked up, and one of the things that wasn't fucked up was you! But you had to fuck it all up by beating both of my friends. Now I'm getting all this stupid hate! " I yelled in anger.

He didn't say anything, he just sat there.
"I just can't." I finished. He let me sob into his chest, I was getting all my make up on his white shirt but he didn't move because he felt guilty.

"Baby, listen. As a public figure you're going to get hate! It doesn't matter what they say and you shouldn't get affected by them. You shouldn't care what they say, care about people whom you interact with, not them. No matter what they say you'll be perfect to me, and I love you, even if you did just mess up my white shirt but it's okay." He said, I looked at him dumbfounded that those words came out of his mouth.

He wiped my tears, with his shirt and carried me to bed. Where he laid with me, which felt very comforting. My head in his chest, I laid. I shut my eyes, before going to sleep.

Cristiano POV

Emily, she's an important person in my life. Seeing her upset is just very depressing,
I love her. I didn't know that this would cause her so much pain, I wouldn't have done it. I wouldn't have, beat Lionel and Neymar. But why is she so bothered by it? Even before she got all the hate, she still was a bit touchy on me hitting them.

I looked down, at her and she looked exhausted her eyes were still light pink as she had cried just a few moments ago.
I looked at the time, and it was getting a bit late. My plan, was to leave her here in Barcelona and then go to Portugal. But, I think she'd rather leave now, then later.

I shook her, and she mumbled. I couldn't really tell what she was saying.
I shook her once more, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"hmm?" She hummed.
"Wake up, baby girl we have to go now." I told her.
"Huh?" She breathed.
"We have to go to Portugal or you can stay in Madrid. Either one we still have to go." I told her.
She sighed.
"I wish we can just lay together and never get up." She told me, I smiled. But sometimes I just wanted that to, I just wanted to finally be in rest but I couldn't. I had a career, that was still not over.