| sergio ramos |
'sergio where the hell were you today?' asks zidane looking at me.
'i was at home with álvaro.' i say shrugging.
'don't give me that bullshit. you really think i'm going to believe you were with just álvaro today? you were supposed to be training by yourself to help recovery from your injury!' he says, i look down at the small calendar on his desk and notice the date.
shit, i forgot what day it was.
'i'm sorry boss i just got a lot on my mind lately and a lot of pressure about my future at real madrid by the media.' i say looking at him. he looks back at me and his facial features soften.
he sighs and sits back down on his seat opposite me.
'sergio, you're one of the last people i would ever let go from real madrid. not only are you the captain but you're the player who's been with us the longest. you've been here since two thousand and five, you've seen people come and go for nearly twelve years but you stayed here.'
'i remember playing with you very well sergio. you used to scare the shit out of david beckham.' says zidane laughing slightly.
'anyway, you're never leaving sergio not matter what the media say. but the transer rumours aren't the main thing on your mind are they? what's her name?' he says and my eyes widen at him.
'how did you there was a she?' i look at him confusingly.
'james is quite the blabber mouth.' he says laughing, 'but what's her name?'
'adira.' i say smiling.
'honestly i'm not going to stop you from having a girlfriend or anything because that's none of my business. but you can't let her make you forget about football okay? that's all i'm asking from you, a little more concentration alright?' he says and i nod.
'good. why don't you come to the game on sunday with adira and introduce her to everyone?'
'oh no that's a bad idea.'
'why?'
'i don't think she would like it.'
'come on ramos! what's the worse that can happen?' he asks.
'alright, alright fine. i'll bring her to the bernabéu on sunday.' i say and he smiles.
'great, see you then. and remember what i said!'
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as soon as i open the door i notice it's dead quiet, this can't be good.
'álvaro, adira?' i say going into the living room. the living room that was once tidy is now an absolute mess. there's cushions everywhere, the furniture has been moved and there's popcorn and food wrappers everywhere.
this is why i never let álvaro stay here alone, i thought to myself.
i go into the games room thinking they're playing on the playstation or something but they're not there.
this can't be good.
'come on guys this isn't funny.' i say looking around various rooms of my house.
'varo if you've done anything to my house i swear to god you are a dead man.' i say then i hear whispers coming from the kitchen
i walk down the hallway to the kitchen and open the door only to be covered in freezing water.
'fuck me that's cold!' i shout in shock.
'merry christmas sergio!' says álvaro before him and adira through flour at me. as adira and álvaro nearly die of laughter at the sudden state of me.
'she is my new best friend.' says álvaro laughing as he high fives adira.
'sorry babe!' says adira laughing as i take off my soaking wet t-shirt.
'oh shit cover your eyes adira he's stripping!' says álvaro still laughing.
'i'm cold and wet and covered in flour, care for a cuddle baby?' i say smirking at adira.
'no thanks i'm good.' she says as i step closer to her.
'one step too close there.' she says as i get closer, her eyes looking down at my abs. i quickly take one step and pull her into my arms and hold her close to me.
'get off you're making me wet!' she says trying to get out of my grip.
'oh don't worry babe, i know.'
sergio you dirty fuck smh
sorRY FOR THE RANDOMNESS BUT THE NEXT PART IS ALREADY WRITTEN AND YOU GUYS WILL LIKE IT
