Football One Shots

Cristiano-Lionel-James

Trying a new type of plot. Let me know what you think! NOT EDITED!

James grew alarmingly dizzy when he'd heard the news. He couldn't believe it was true. Couldn't believe Cris and Leo had done this to him, again. All he could do was read the article over and over as he gripped onto the polished table in hopes to stay on his feet. The headline was in large, bold print, screaming out the truth.

'Ronaldo seen with his rival Lionel Messi! Things couldn't get any closer than this!'

Below the caption was a clear picture of Lionel holding Cristiano's hand while entering a hole-in-the-wall cafe, Pai's. Cristiano's smile was the biggest James had ever seen. Never once had Cristiano looked so happy when James was with the two of them. It pulled at a string in James's heart and he couldn't help the tears that had surfaced.

The gravel of the driveway turned as Cristiano's car pulled into the driveway. Panicking, James clicked the red 'X' in the corner of the browser and ran to his room. The grey comforter was pulled back and he jumped into bed, burying himself under the covers.

"James! Baby? Where are you?" The house stayed silent.

"Baby?" Leo's determined footsteps came closer to their shared room.

The steps stopped in front of the door and Lionel sighed heavily. It had almost sounded like relief flooding through him. James picked up on this immediately and questioned his actions internally.

Leo's weight caused the bed to dip as he sat beside James and began to rub his hair back. His voice was a soft whisper trying to fill James's 'sleeping' form with sweetness. James's chest constricted when Cristiano's voice entered the room and began to question Lionel.

"Is he feeling alright? Hammy never sleeps during the day. Check him for a fever."

James wasn't feeling well, no, he felt like his heart was being buried in hole with chains wrapped around it. He felt like his skin was burning with each look from his two lovers, like he wasn't pretty enough for them.

Maybe that's why they didn't take me out... Maybe they're embarrassed by me...

"He's a bit warm; sweating, and his breathing is rather rapid. Should we wake him up?" Leo spoke in a hushed voice, careful not to disturb James.

Cristiano was silent for a moment, contemplating what to do to make James better. He scratched his neck lightly before nodding to a concerned Lionel.

"James, baby, it's time to get up. We need to get you a shower." James only groaned at the thought of having to meet their eyes and talk to them.

Cristiano and Lionel were convinced James was ill. That he was running a fever and was trying to fight some sort of germ off. They didn't know that James was really just panicking. His body was reacting poorly to his emotions and making him feel flustered, anxious; dizzy. The approval of Lionel and Cristiano meant everything to James, but he seemed to be lacking it every time he was with them, or not. So in turn he spent hours worrying about his two Worlds leaving him because he felt inadequate, he could've sworn they thought so too.

"James?" Leo pulled back the comforter, allowing the cold air to wrap around him and create trails of goosebumps along his legs and arms.

"Cris, I don't think he's getting up anytime soon. Maybe we should leave him for the night." Leo offered.

"Yeah, okay. Let's get changed and we can all get a good night's rest. We'll see how he's feeling tomorrow." The sound of lips smacking together made James's ears ring painfully. His chest constricted once more, forcing him to bite his tongue to hold in a whimper.