Hope ➻ Gerio [2]

07

❝ But falling for you was my mistake ❞ the weeknd

Rumors were swirling everywhere. Everyone is going to remember Gerard and Sergio as the "speculation couple". There was always something about those two that stirred the media. At first, it was their rivalry. Then, the spark of their relationship. Now, well, saying it was chaotic was a mistake. Their relationship was far more than chaotic. I mean, the fact that one of them was in Madrid, and the other in Barcelona was already crazy. 

To be completely honest, both Sergio and Gerard, as usual, were so sick of this. But the media was probably getting tired of this too. Gerard and Sergio would be more than happy if they were. Maybe, the managers would be too. 

'DRAMA ALERT: PILAR RUBIO AND GERARD PIQUE BEEF?' Sergio scoffed at the sight of the article. 

"Wonder what the team would say about this piece of shit" he rolled his eyes. 

'Gerard Pique was hospitalized on Sunday morning,' he read, 'Pilar Rubio, Sergio Ramos' ex-girlfriend was rumored to be behind this. FC Barcelona and Real Madrid have not commented on this yet.'

Sergio leaned back and closed his eyes. Why, for heaven's sake, was this happening again? 

Sergio's phone lit up, it was a call from Gerard. 

"I - I'm so fucking sorry, Gerard. How are you doing," he muttered looking down at the floor.

"Jesus, I don't know how to say this. But I - I think we take a break," said Gerard on the other line, he sighed. 

Sergio could hear Gerard's voice crack. Sergio was so stunned that he couldn't move. He felt like he was going to cry, but crying was for pussies. "Well, fuck you," he spat. 

He gripped his phone in his hand, threw it against the wall. A large bang rang in the room as it hit the wall. The screen was filled with little pieces of glass. But bubbles of anger filled Sergio. Anger was overflowing. He walked up to his phone and stepped on it. 

Marching to his car keys, Sergio balled his fists. His knuckles turned white, his palm began to hurt. But Sergio did not even give a shit. He slammed the car door and gripped the wheel. Ignoring the speed limit, he drove to training. 

At training, he aimlessly kicked the balls as hard as he could. It even got to the point where some of them popped. Sergio was sent home. Of course, he began to swear at everyone and calling them "fucking cunts who only play for money and pussy." 

Once he got to the changing room, he (like when Gerard found him during El Clasico) had punched the wall. This time, however, he had punched the wall several times. Did the idiot break his hands? Yes. 

Gerard, however, began to overthink about everything he had done. Did he break the news to Sergio wrongly? 

He sat in his hospital room with his head buried in his hands. His face was facing the pillow. He was far from sobbing, his tears were probably filling up the room. Whimpers echoed in the room as he cried. Gerard felt something far more than stabs in his heart. There was a lot going on with it. There were countless of needles and knives stabbing while it was being ripped apart from all directions.

If he could go back in time, he would. He didn't want the press, it was getting boring. He didn't want to feel scared. He didn't want any of it. He just wanted to play football and have a loving family. 

It was just too much for both of them. 

A/n: I'm just going to be completely honest with you guys, I'm started to lose motivation to write this. I want to write this, but I just feel lazy and I just end up procrastinating. I really want to know what happens at the end just like you guys (hopefully). I'm probably going to write the third story and then finished it off. Of course, if I still feel inspired to do this, I might write a fourth or fifth. I hope you guys understand.