Hollow

Twenty Five | Battle

When Killian asked me to go to practice with him earlier, I had no clue his team mates were going make me play. They even got me a jersey with Killian's number at the back.

"So you, Nathan, Caleb and Ibanez also play for Real Madrid?"

"They're inseparable." Javier replies with a laugh.

"Les Daltons." I chuckle before turning back to the guys on my team. "Who are we playing against?"

"Remind me again why my girlfriend gets to be on your team and not mine?"

"Killian, Tomi, Iago, Cruz and me." Seb answers, ignoring him as he points the players out going from left to right. "You're with Javier, Ibanez, Nathan, Ricky and Caleb."

Killian and Ibanez march to the center, each standing behind the ball. The coach blows the whistle and the other team gets it first. Tomi runs towards our goal, luckily Nathan tackles him, getting the ball and running toward our opponent's goals. I run to the middle of the field to get closer to Ricky who now passes me the ball but out of nowhere, Killian steals it from me and runs with it, standing a few meters away with the ball under his foot.

"You want it?" He mocks.

"No, I want tomatoes."

"Why don't you come and g—"

He doesn't even finish his sentence because Caleb kicks the ball from under his foot from behind and runs towards to the goals and scores. I stick my tongue out at Killian and the game resumes as the coach blows the whistle again.

The game ends with 3-2 to the other team. I hang around until their coach calls them into the changing rooms and that is my cue to leave. I gather my stuff and start to walk out of the building. Killian walks up to me with only his water bottle in his hands.

"Aww baby, don't be mad." He taunts, nudging me playfully.

"I'm not mad."

"Okay. I have to stay a little longer but I'll see you later."

A horn is heard in front of us. It's Marcus.

I turn back to Killian to bide my goodbyes. He looks at me expectantly, spreading his arms wide for a hug. I gesture for him to look at himself with my finger.

He pauses to look at his sweaty body then he does an 'oh' sound, laughing in realization.

"See you later." I finally say.

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We're at a shooting stand and we've been here for almost an hour because I keep missing my shots. Honestly, I would have given up a long time ago had Killian not bet $200 that I wouldn't get in a shot and even proposed to pay for every shot until I hit the target. I'm on my seventh shot so I might as well make it count. In my defense the target's mouth is too small and the water gun isn't precise enough.

I try to shoot water into the target's mouth again but I miss.

"Mama, you make guns for a living." Killian mocks, earning a glare from me.

"I'd like to see you try, Tom Cruise! This is a fucking toy!"

He chuckles and taking the water gun from me. He aims for the target's mouth and shoots, hitting the target's mouth before putting the gun back on the stand, a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face as he turns to face me.

"You were saying?"

I open my mouth to retort but the stand owner beats me to it by handing me the huge teddy bear. I hug it to my chest while Killian pays before turning to me.

"What?"

He gives me his signature 'are you kidding me' look.

I sigh, handing him the teddy for him to hold. He lets out a soft laugh as I search my bag and bring out the rolled money, handing it to him before snatching my teddy from him. We walk around playing a few more games and taking pictures with some of his fans.

Finally, we end up in a restaurant because we got hungry and it was the only nearby place with healthier options. Maluma's Te Quiero starts playing in the background and Killian stands from his seat, offering me his hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask, giving him a confused look.

"Asking my baby to dance."

"I won't be your baby anymore if you make me dance in front of all these people."

"You'll be okay, I'm right here with you."

"I'm shy."

He doesn't budge and I finally stand up as he pulls my chair back for me. He holds my hands and swirls me around, full salsa mode. At this point of the song, I notice people are cheering and some even taking videos. We continue our little show until the song ends and we give it a rest, sitting back down. A waiter comes to our table to take our orders.

"It's such an honor to meet you! Wow, you're even finer up close." He rants excitedly.

I look at Killian, half expecting him to be flustered but he smiles, thanking the waiter for his support as he stands and take a picture together.

"Thank you so much!" He says before taking out his notepad, a huge grin on his lips. I smile at how unbothered Killian is. "Are you guys ready to order?"

Killian turns to me. "Baby?"

"I'll have a sangria, please."

"Just water. Thank you."

The waiter nods and takes a leave excitedly, probably going to tell his friends that he just served Killian Ferreira. I would definitely do the same. He comes back a moment later with our drinks before walking away with a smile on his face.

"No alcohol today?"

"No alcohol until the last game."

I take a sip of my drink, thinking of ways to bug him. "Let's play twenty one questions."

"What is this? Middle school?"

"When's your birthday?"

"September, 26th."

His eyes widen in shock. "My birthday is September 26th too."

"No fucking way."

"You can look it up if you don't believe me." He chuckles, taking a sip of his water before placing his glass down. "Anyway, back to your silly game. What is your natural hair color?"

"Black. How many languages do you speak?"

"Three."

"Are you fluent in all three?"

He nods. "What about you?"

"Five." I reply with a confident smile.

He gives me an impressed look. "And you said I was smart."

I shrug in response.