Tumblr Football Imagines

Marc Bartra

OWNER: letsimaginemeandyou

_________

Marc is my favorite person in the world and I love him to infinity and beyond. That being said, I reserve the right to be mad at him for not being here on Valentine's Day, even though I know it's not his fault. He had an away game on the 13th and was supposed to be back that night, but his flight got cancelled because of some weather issues, so their moron of a coach decided it was best for them to stay the night, train there in the morning and then catch another flight home in the afternoon. Which means Marc will be here later tonight, missing most of our first Valentine's Day together. He told me he never liked Valentine's Day that much, but I was still excited to spend the day with him, so the way things worked out, or didn't work out, really pissed me off.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" My assistant and best friend, Sophia, asks following me into my office.

"What am I doing in my office?" I retort sarcastically. "I don't know if you noticed, but I have a magazine to run."

"I meant what are you doing here on Valentine's day, smartass?" I sit at my desk and sigh. "Why aren't you with Marc?"

"Because he's an idiot." I snap and she takes a step back. "Sorry. I don't know why I'm taking this out on you. It's not your fault. It's not his fault either, actually. His flight got cancelled and he's not going to be here until tonight."

"That sucks."

"Tell me about it. Let's just get some work done so I don't have time to feel sorry for myself all day."

I spend the next hour or so going over some articles for next month's issue of the magazine, mentally shrugging at every mention of words like "relationship" or "love" or "boyfriend". I never knew there was something worse than being single on Valentine's Day, but apparently being in a happy relationship and not being able to spend the day with the person you love beats it.

"Y/N?" Sophia knocks on my office door and walks in, holding a black box. "This just came for you." She places the box on my desk and I read the gold inscription on it.

"Maison des Fleurs." I smile to myself, removing the lid. About a hundred of what must be the prettiest pink roses I've ever seen are carefully arranged inside the box. As I'm admiring my gorgeous flower arrangement, I notice a little note placed in between them. "The most beautiful flowers for the most beautiful girl. Wish I could be there. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day! - Marc" I read the note out loud, earning a bunch of aw's from Sophie.

"You have the best boyfriend, Y/N." She smiles at me, as I'm still looking at the flowers.

"I do. I just wish he could be here." I sigh.

"Did you guys have plans for today?"

"No, he's not that into Valentine's Day, but I hoped we'd at least be together, you know? I got him a present and I was going to make dinner and decorate the patio, so we could have a romantic dinner." I'm getting sad just talking about it. "It's silly. Nevermind."

"It's not silly. It's your first Valentine's Day together. That's exciting." She walks closer to my chair. "But if he's coming back tonight, don't you still have time for all of that?"

"His plane lands at 11 PM, so no." This conversation is depressing me even more. "We should get back to work."

"No. You should go home and decorate the house and do whatever else you were going to do, because Marc is going to be here tonight. You can have a very late romantic dinner. It's not like you have anywhere to be tomorrow." I'm looking at her like she has lost her mind, which might just be true. "Go, Y/N! It's Valentine's Day and you have an amazing boyfriend. You don't get to sit in an office all day!"