Close to You ➳ Antoine Griezmann

Chapter 26♔

♔ Marisa's POV ♔

"Madre!" I squeal, beyond excited for words as I run in and practically trap my mother in my hug.

"Hey, how have you been?" I ask, my heart pumping so fast.

My mother looks at me and smiles, "Oh I've been great. And Antoine my dear, come inside." 

We both turn around and see Antoine still standing there. Outside the house just smiling at us both hug.

"Oh, he's quite the shy type." I laugh, as I look at Antoine who had the look of "not really" on his face but decided to come inside anyway.

We all sat in the living room, drinking coffee and having snacks. Little Cris was showing off his football skills.

"Can you all do this? Because you can't." Little Cris asks us all, kicking the ball about and showing us a skill that Cristiano must've taught him. 

"Wow, look at you go little legend." Antoine smirks, giving little Cris a high-five.

"Speaking of legends, where's Cristiano?" I ask, looking around the room but there was no sight of him.

"He went training early in the morning, he's still not back dear." My mother responds, sipping her coffee.

"So, Antoine." My mother asks.

"Yes Mrs Ronaldo?"

"Call me madre as well."

"Sorry. Yes Madre"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" 

Well all just stop doing whatever we were doing and even little Cris stops with the ball and you can see the ball just silently rolling off.

"Uhhhh" Antoine hesitates what to say as he looks at me and pulls a face.

"I don't have a gir-"

"Aunt Marisa is your girlfriend!" little Cris interrupts giggling to himself. 

He giggles as he looks at Antoine, "You both talk about each other all the time and are together every time. That's why Aunt Marisa never plays FIFA with me." 

"Excuse me?" Myself and Antoine both say at the same time and look at each other right after.

"Well aren't you growing into a naughty boy?" Madre laughs pulling little Cris over and wrapping her arms.

"No, Antoine does not have a girlfriend. He's too busy with the games and stuff aren't you Antoine?" I mention, the words coming out very fast.

I could then feel the pressure of Antoine starring at me and I even look at his face and noticed he was.. well, shook. 

"I mean you know, he's quite a busy guy like Cristiano and the games are very important." I suddenly change the sentence.

"Right" Antoine mumbles.

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♔ Antoine's POV ♔

Today was a really nice day, spending time with Marisa and her family. Getting to know her mother was also lovely, she reminded me of my mother. I was in Marisa's bedroom, on her bed just on Instagram and Filipe was driving me crazy with all the messages to see if I was with Marisa.

"On my bed huh" Marisa's voice comes from behind.

"Yeah, got a problem?" I say, teasing her.

"Yes, yes I do in fact." She stands there with a straight face and her arms crossed.

"Just kidding!" She adds right after and jumps on the bed, crashing down next to me.

"You can be such a child sometimes you know!" I add, looking at her shuffle next to me.

"What and you're not? We're both the same." She giggles. Funny, she seemed to be acting quite strange. Not quite sure what was up but something felt different or it was probably just me.

"So, that question my madre asked you was pretty awkward wasn't it?" She mentions, resting her chin on the palm of her hands as her elbow rests on her lap.

"No not really, in fact I feel bad." I reply, looking away.

"What? why do you feel bad?" She asks, her voice sounding desperate and curious to know.

"I lied about not having a girlfriend." I mention, then look up and face Marisa.

Marisa say's nothing and has the look of "You've got to be kidding me" on her face. I could tell from the way her fingers started fiddling about all of a sudden. 

"Oh, I bet you're joking. You would of have to-"

I quickly interrupt her, "I forgot to tell you oh my god! I'm so sorry! It slipped my mind."

"Well I'm very happy for you!" She says, with a slight tone of sarcasm in her voice which she probably didn't want to make clear.

"Thank you! I'll show you a picture of her. She's so, so beautiful and my heart races when I see her. God, I love her so much!" I reply, with a smirk and smile at Marisa.

I then quickly get up a picture of some random model on Instagram and show Marisa, who seemed to look very confused and didn't look interested but she tried to hide that by saying, "Oh she's stunning! Well, haven't you found yourself a beautiful girl!"

Wait. She suddenly changed her mind and was going with what I was saying. I divert my attention back to the picture and smile, "Yep. I'm so glad we met. She's so kind and makes me smile and laugh so much. Don't you ever get that with the person you love the most?"

Marisa then looks at me immediately until we catch eyes and looks away again, "Yeah. I guess so. Never really had it with anyone though."

"What about me then?" I ask, leaving a trail of ere silence and no words were spoken. Only our eyes connected and spoke, silence spoke.