Football Imagines

James Rodriguez

For @mermaidmelody99

Kahleia sat on the plane tapping her phone. She was flying to Brazil to see her brother, James who was currently playing at the world cup. Luckily she had been able to find some time off school and was currently rushing to see his match against Brazil.

As soon as her flight landed she was ushered into a car and was rushed to the stadium. The match had already started and was 3 minutes in. Kahleia was lead to her VIP seat and instructed her brother's assistant not to inform him she was around till she saw him herself.

The game didn't start out as she had hoped and before she knew it Thiago Silva scored for Brazil at the 6th minute. She watched sadly, as the Brazilian player danced around in celebration - his teammates gathering around him. She could see James' face. Early goals were never a good sign he had told her and now she watched the determination on his face. It meant one simple thing. One way or another James would score, she was sure of it.

Half time came and went and the score was still 1-0  until at the 69th minute the unthinkable happened, David Luiz scored for Brazil after James conceded a free kick. Kahleia cried out as she watched the Brazilians celebrate for the second time that night.

She searched the crowd of players for James and noticed that his face mirrored dissapointment and anger.

The game dragged on for the next 11 minutes until Julio Cesar of Brazil was given a yellow card and Colombia was given a penalty. James stepped up to the penalty box. Kahleia held her breath, he ran forward before delivering the most beautiful penalty she had ever seen. She and the other Colombian fans in the VIP section jumped up celebrating and dancing, ecstatic at the change of events.

Sadly there were no more goals from Colombia and the match ended with Brazil advancing to the semifinal against Germany and Colombia going back home. Kahleia followed the other relatives of the Colombian players down to the tunnel and into a waiting room. After waiting for a while she saw her brother emerge, eyes red and swollen from crying but as soon as they saw her, they lit up.

She ran towards him wrapping her hands around his neck.
'I'm sorry,' she whispered.
His grip around her tightened, the tears coming out more and more.
'I messed up Kahleia,' he sobbed 'This is all my fault!'
She stroked his damp hair 'Shhhh, none of this is your fault, you scored that penalty atleast you can beat your chest and say that Brazil conceded a goal.'

'You're so smart,' he laughed.
'Of course I am, I mean one of us had to be.'
At this he pouted his lips and slapped my nose playfully.
'Ok Kahleia the boys and I are going to eat and I think you should be our guest of honour,' he said.
I laughed taking him in. My brother the great footballer player.

'I would love to.'

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Oh my gosh I know you have been asking for this for a while!! I'm so sorry 😭😭😭😭 hope you liked it though. It's the first of it's kind 🤓
Leela 💞🔥