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sr4oficial : happy valentines day mi amor. you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and i'm so honoured to call you mine. i love you baby. (shoutout to gareth for helping me out in english)
'hey sergio!' says a familiar voice as i tie my shoelace.
'hi àlvaro.' i say sighing.
'that's not a very nice way to say hello sergio.' he says sitting next to me.
'anyways what are you doing tonight? going somewhere fancy for valentines day with adira?'
'actually no. adira had to go back to liverpool because of a family emergency so i'm spending it alone.' i say shrugging.
'hey why don't you come out tonight? cristiano and i are going out as cristiano is newly single and alice's in italy. we're going to go to the bar gets some drinks and just hang out.' he says shrugging.
'i don't know, i haven't been out in so long.' i say. the last time i went clubbing was when i was going through my "playboy" phase and i promised myself i would never go back.
'come on sergio! it doesn't have to be anything strong just like a beer or two.'
'i'm not sure.'
'if not ask adira what she thinks.' says àlvaro getting up from the bench.
'sergio, get your ass here!' shouts zidane.
'coming!' i say sighing.
/ /
'you don't mind?' i ask as i walk around my dressing room.
'not at all! i want you to have fun with álvaro and cristiano as i can't be there with you. sorry about leaving at the last moment, my grandma is in the hospital but she's fine now. i'll be back maybe tomorrow.'
'oh i'm sorry baby, send my love to your family. and take as long as you need, there's no rush.'
'i will, now i want you to have fun tonight sergio or i'll call àlvaro and make him drag you out!'
'alright fine, i'll go.' i say smiling slightly.
'good, i love you.'
'i love you too, happy valentines day.' i say before ending the call. i put my phone on the side and take out a light blue shirt and some black jeans. i get changed and a few minutes later i hear a knock on the door. i finish putting my cuff links in my sleeves and go downstairs.
'what's up sese!' says àlvaro too enthusiastically.
'did you let him have sugar on the way here?' i ask cristiano as they come inside.
'trust me, he was worse in the car.' says cristiano rolling his eyes.
'àlvaro what are you doing?' i ask as i see go through my drinks cabinet.
'i'm pre drinking.' he says before taking a shot. cristiano and i look at each other and sigh.
'it's going to be a long night.'
/ /
'puro, puro chantaje!' i slur along with the song, a bottle in my hand.
i am completely wasted. after we had a few drinks, a few of my friends and teammates joined us and they took us clubbing.
'hey baby girl.' i whisper into a woman's ear as i put my hands on her hips. she doesn't say anything other than dance in time with the music.
after five minutes of dancing, our bodies touching, she turns around and looks at me.
'let's go back to my place.' she whispers and takes my hand. as we walk out the club someone stops me.
'sergio what the fuck are you doing?' he says.
'what does it look like i'm doing? i'm about to get laid.'
'no sergio you don't know what you're doing! you don't know what you're doing, you're completely drunk!' he says trying to pull me back.
'no i'm not fuck off and leave me alone.' i hiss before leaving.
