One
Pairing: Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard
AU
This is dedicated to my best friend, joshHOTcherson, because she is amazing and I love her. This sucks and I don't know why I wrote this okay ignore me.
Reaching for the remote, Xabi turned on the TV, mumbling something in Spanish as Cristiano fell off the couch. Xabi thought that was enough to wake him up from the deep slumber he was having, but no; Cristiano lay sprawled on the floor.
Xabi rolled his eyes. Who in their right mind sleeps through the World Cup draw? Once again, he turned his brown eyes to the screen, watching in anticipation and fear. As everyone had expected, the first team to be drawn was Brazil. As the host country for the 2014 World Cup, they had to be chosen.
Next was Group B. Xabi couldn't take it anymore. Fear ran through his veins; adrenaline kicking in. It was as if he was playing his first game all over again. Running a hand through his hair, he watched as they opened the ball, pulling out a paper.
"Spain! 2A." Xabi sighed out. It was finally over. They were playing first, against God knows who. He could hear Jose (Nacho), Alvaro, Iker, and Sergio scream in the background, obviously excited.
Xabi should've went and celebrated with them, but he couldn't. He needed to see who else was playing. As Portugal got called out, he nudged Cristiano with his foot, gaining a groan from the man.
He chuckled softly and looked up as they went back to Group A. Xabi couldn't focus though. Cristiano was mumbling about something in his sleep, and Xabi couldn't help but try and make out what he was saying.
As they pulled out the ball for Group B, Xabi felt the rush of anticipation run down his spine. "2C, Chile!"
As he heard those words, Xabi sunk back in his chair. They were not playing against Chile for the first round, which they really didn't mind. Their main issue was the team they're playing against at the beginning.
Xabi sat through the next couple of draws, until they were back to Group B. He watched as they pulled out that tiny paper from the ball. It could either be 2D or 2B. "2B...." Xabi leaned closer towards the TV, his eyes fixed on the LCD screen.
"England!"
Xabi's heart dropped to his stomach. He couldn't believe his ears. Never in a thousand years did he imagine playing against a team as big as England, with players like John Terry, Wayne Rooney, Frank Lampard, and of course...
Steven Gerrard.
Even the thought of Stevie made his heart ache. The way he felt about him hadn't changed since the minute he stepped out of Liverpool Football Club and joined the White Legends. He couldn't keep him off his mind at the time. Xabi longed to call him; to tell him how much heartbreak he was going through without him there.
Xabi was more than terrified to play this game, but he had no other choice.
The team walked out slowly, led by their one and only goalie and captain, Iker Casillas. Xabi looked up as the English national team walked next to them, and his gaze immediately fell on the man wearing the captain badge.
Xabi could see the man's back muscles through his white shirt, the four written with perfect blue underneath his family name, written in uppercase letters, 'Gerrard'. Xabi could feel the tears brimming at the edge of his eyes as the two teams stopped, standing shoulder to shoulder.
The Spanish national anthem began playing, and Xabi stood there, eyes closed, trying to keep up with the anthem. He leaned into Juan, making sure he was on the right stanza, before going back to his normal position.
As the English anthem began playing, Xabi looked at Stevie through the corner of his eyes. He looked so perfect at that moment; eyes closed shut, hand on his heart. It was those types of moments that Xabi adored; when he saw Steve in great admiration and pride of his country. The anthem ended, and both teams shook hands. As Xabi took hold of Stevie's hand, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"Xabs, I missed ya, man." Steven said, causing Xabi's heart to beat faster in his chest.
The referee blew the whistle, indicating the start of the game. Xabi stood in his normal position, the position he played in Real Madrid; central midfielder. But his main problem was Steven. He was also a midfielder, which means they were going to be very close.
As the ball came towards him, Xabi ran with the ball underneath his feet. It seemed as if none of the other midfielders felt like attacking Xabi, until number 4 jumped in front of him, taking the ball away from him. He quickly passed it to Walcott, turning to face Xabi with a smirk on his face.
"Don't challenge me, darling."
The last whistle ended the game with
a negative tie, to which Xabi was grateful. As he made his way towards the locker rooms, he watched Steven strip off his shirt and walk towards him.
"Give me your shirt," he said, with an accent so sexy it made Xabi weak.
"What?"
"Give me your shirt," Stevie repeated with exaltation, "Everyone is doing it. Now give it to me." Without any further ado, Xabi pulled his sweaty shirt over his head, handing it to Steven, who had the cockiest smirk plastered on his face. "Thanks, Xabs."
Xabi pulled down his shorts and hopped into the shower, standing underneath it's relaxing water. He heard the door open, and a person step inside. "Is anyone here?" Xabi rolled his eyes as he noticed who it was.
"I guess not," Stevie said, pushing aside the curtain of Xabi's shower.
"Why didn't you answer me when I asked if somebody was here?" Steven quirked a brow at him. Xabi turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist, pushing past Steven.
He felt a grip around his arm, and it tightened the moment he tried to escape it. Xabi turned around and sighed. "Let go of me, Steven. Now."
"Why in bloody hell are you ignoring me, Xabier!? What did I do?"
"You never called me after I left, you never even texted me..." Xabi whispered. "Leave me alone."
Steven pushed Xabi against the wall as he tried to leave again, looking him straight in the eye with the blue eyes that he once fell in love with. "I won't let you go, not this time."
"I hate you..." Xabi spat out, trying to release himself from the man's grip. Steven pressed his lips against Xabi's aggressively, his nails digging into his shoulder blades. Xabi stood there, a bit reluctant, but he was sure this could only happen once in a life time, and eventually, his lips molded into Steven's.
Steven pressed a kiss on his cheek after Xabi pulled back, smiling down at him. "You love me."
"I love you." Xabi said, a grin spreading across his face.
"And I love you more. Come on, I wanna show you my hotel room," he cleared his throat, smirking, "I want to leave before Fernando and Sergio find their way here, because I really don't want to see what happens." Both men laughed, holding each other's hands as they walked out.
