Hollow

Thirty Six | Bliss

Mexico City, Mexico

Zahra POV

Half time just ended and I'm sitting in the private box watching as Marques runs with the ball, the cheers from the crowd getting louder as he kicks the ball towards the goal but it goes outside. The camera is directed to Killian who's sporting a frustrated look on his face as he gives his teammates directives for the corner.

The Germans make some kind of wall to block him. Killian takes a step backwards before strolling forward and kicking the ball, sending it flying in mid-air. I watch as Bautista runs and catches the ball before kicking it in Killian's direction who then runs towards it, dribbling around with it before running towards the goals, aiming for a goal with Caleb and Cruz at his sides. A German player comes at Killian, forcing him to pass the ball to Caleb who runs faster with the ball before giving Cruz a sign and tossing the ball his way.

Cruz starts running towards the goal with an opponent tagging close before kicking the ball towards Killian who passes it to Ibanez and he kicks the ball towards the goal, scoring. The referee blows the whistle, signaling the end of the game sending us into a frenzy.

"And he scores!" The announcer yells as he cheers for the goal.

"That was an excellent goal by number 21, Orlando Ibanez!"

"That was indeed an incredible goal! Spain wins the world cup with 2-1, with fantastic goals by Killian Ferreira and Orlando Ibanez."

Another announcer hums in agreement. "This has been quite a season for t—"

I don't even bother hearing the rest because I shoot up from my seat excitedly, squealing and jumping around with Jas, Paris, Daniel, Alex, Miguel, the rest of the players' families and fans. We then watch as the rest of team run towards Killian, engulfing him in a group hug, cheering on him. A woman walks in and tells us to go with her.

We follow her as she leads us through a corridor before stepping inside what looks like a locker room filled with some of the players' families, reporters, fans and the Spanish team dancing, most of them half naked with the rest of the staff. I wave at some of the players and resist the urge to drool when I see a half naked Killian making his way towards me.

When he reaches me, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. "My baby! I am so proud of you!"

"My only joy in this life comes from seeing you in my jersey." He whispers in my ear.

I roll my eyes, nudging him playfully.

"ARLO!"

I look over my shoulder to see a girl who shares an uncanny resemblance with my boyfriend, running towards us. I shift in his grasp, trying to get down but he tightens his arms around me, holding me in place. She wraps her arms around us, kissing Killian's face repeatedly, ignoring the fact that he has me wrapped around his whole torso.

"I'm so proud of you!" She screams in Spanish over the loud music.

"Gracias hermanita, it means a lot to have you here."

"So are you finally gonna introduce me to your girlfriend?"

Killian chuckles and drops me carefully to my feet, placing a tiny kiss on my temple before turning to her. "This is my girlfriend, Zahra. Baby, meet my sister, Kaia."

Before I even open my mouth, Kaia wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "Arlo is so private I thought I'd never get to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too." I chuckle, trying to regain my breath.

She nods, smiling before turning to her brother. "Where's Caleb?"

Killian looks around and nods his head at Caleb who's talking to a reporter with another team mate. Kaia nods and starts making her way towards him.

I turn to Killian. "Is the rest of your family here too?"

"No. My mom was so scared of the outcome of the match, she stayed back home." He laughs, shaking his head. "Once, I had a sprain during a game and she passed out in the bleachers so as a precaution, we thought it'd be best to watch from home."

"It's that bad?"

He nods before holding out his hand, leading me towards where his teammates are. He introduces me and they all smile and I wave awkwardly, mumbling a congratulations over the loud music and screams. Nathan reaches over, holding up his palm. I smile and high five him and some other people before being pulled back by Killian. He wraps his arm around my waist, leaning to place a kiss on my cheek.

"How about we take a group picture?"

The team erupts in a chorus of yes and cheers. Soon, the players, their families, staff, some fans all hurdle together as Cruz hands him phone to somebody before coming to stand with us and we pose for the camera.

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We walk into the room where the party's being held as ome people waves at us, some coming to greet and briefly congratulate Killian. It's a surprise he can even hear what they're saying over the loud music blasting in the background. He leads me towards a small group standing together, chugging down shots.

"Guys, this is Zahra." Killian introduces, wrapping an arm around me.

"Hello." I greet.

"Baby, that's Nicolas, Emilio, Marques, and you already know Orlando or Ibanez as we like to call him, Caleb, Nathan and Tomi." He says, pointing them out one by one and they all smile back.

The man whose name I think is Nathan, steps forward, giving me a brief hug before handing Killian and I filled shot glasses. They all reach for other another round of shots and we raise our glasses for a toast before gulping the shots down in one smooth motion.

"Babe, you can't get fucked up before the real party."

"Isn't that why we're here for?"

"I like her already." Orlando laughs.

Killian chuckles before leaning in to whisper something in my ear. "I can't have you drunk because I want you to feel everything I'll do to you after we leave this place."