We are Real Madrid

stay at your side of the bed

We enjoyed the evening very much while Iker kept his word. Apart from Sergio there was no one who was really drunk. I just shook my head as I took a look at the Sevillan as he danced with Cris who couldn't stop laughing at the sight of the defender.

I remarqued how hot Isco and James looked when they shook their hips to the rythm of some of Sergio's Spanish Flamenco Songs. Iker followed my glance and lifted an eyebrow. I blushed and stared at the floor for the next few minutes.

Jesé Rodriguez tried to teach me some Flamenco moves afterwards but I was a hopeless case. In the end we stopped because I wouldn't have him injured any longer then he already was and my dancing skills are really dangerous at this point. So I returned to the black couch where Iker, Cris and Gareth were chatting about the new transfer politics in Madrid.

We had a good overview about what was going on in the middle of the huge living room where most of the younger players formed a circle around Isco and Sergio who had some sort of a dance battle.

After Sergio destroyed a couple of photos that were framed at the wall which left James almost in tears, Iker and Xabi interrupted the little dancefight and the party went on, calmer then before.

I even noticed the jealous glances Toni sent in Isco's direction as the handsome Spaniard cuddled up with James on the second coach in the room. I wanted to ask Cristiano about it since he seemed to know everything that is going on in the team.

The reason for his inside knowledge was that he was very close to the two gossip girls of RM Pepe and Marcelo.

The latter eventually appeared next to me when Gareth brought me my third drink this evening. I already felt slightly tipsy when I listened to the speech of the enthusiastic defender.

The Brazilian defender leaned in, not without Iker narrowing his eyes as he did so, to whisper to me. "Thank you for making Cris participates at this little party."

As he remarked my puzzled look he added: "He never joined us when the team went for a drink in Madrid. He was always too busy training, doing shootings, hanging out with Irina or his little boy." As he told me the following I watched the dancing Portuguese. He seemed so happy, spending time with his teammates that I had guessed; he did this every time he got the chance to.

"Do you know why he isolates himself of the rest of you?" I wanted to know but the Brazilian shook his head. I turned to Iker but even the captain just shrugged helplessly. I made the decision to ask Cristiano myself when I would get the chance to do so.

It was already after midnight when Cristiano and I headed home and we weren't even the last ones to leave James house. I waved at Iker and Xabi who were busy to convince Sergio in finally going home as well, but the defender was as stubborn as a donkey.

I laughed at the sight of the two older Spaniards trying effortless to push the Sevillan out of Rodriguez villa.

I felt immediately into my inviting cushions when we arrived at Ronaldo's villa. It was pure luck that I was still awake when the bed shifted next to me.

I peered over my soft blanket and saw Cristiano making himself comfortable on his side of the huge king size bed. "Is everything alright, Cristiano?" I asked slightly confused. The good-looking winger just silently nodded and cuddled himself into the pillow. His face was turned away from me.

"What are you doing here? That's my bed, go and sleep in your own." I offered but he just shrugged. "Cristiano Ronaldo, I'm not kidding here. Get out of my bed." I eventually yelled, a bit louder than intended.

Finally the Portuguese turned around but he didn't even open his eyes to answer me. "First of all, this is my house; ergo this is somehow my bed. Second, my bed is pretty lonely without Irina and I don't like to be alone and last but not least, I want to be able to have an eye on you. Fernando and Juan would never forgive me if anything happens to you while you live here and I saw that you poured down more than two drinks."

I sighed at his comment about me drinking. Iker would have never allowed me to get drunk and Cristiano knew that. However the winger was right in his assumption that I felt a bit tipsy after the three drinks, Gareth mixed me with his huge grin.

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Although there was something completely different that hurt me in his answer. That day, was the first time since I arrived at Madrid when I was alone at home and I know that he hadn't appreciate the fact that I was completely on my own for a few hours.

The previous days there were constantly people around me. First it was just Cris, Xabi or Iker. The three of them assured me that they just want me to feel at home in Madrid.

They showed me the city or took me on a walk with their cute little kids. When training started again and the team had to leave to Cardiff for the European super Cup, they even organized an assistant for me, a friendly woman called, Fiona.

I liked her even if I knew that she was just a spy. She helped me a lot with the paper work on my desk but her support left time to think and I started to think about my private life.

Always since I arrived at Madrid, Perez and Ancelotti had a lot of work for me to do. At first I thought it's because I'm the new intern and I have to prove myself. However after the fourth contract about Zidane's trainer licence, I really got annoyed.

They just kept me busy. I was at the office all day long and at the end of my never ending working day, there was always Cris or Iker who took me from work to Cris' villa. I would have never imagined that it would be that annoying to work for a club as interesting as Real Madrid CF.

I even intended to talk to the footballers about their constant controlling but they always changed the subject when I tried to bring in my complaints.

I felt very lonely lately, even though I was never really on my own. I had the feeling that no one could actually understand my side of the situation and I started to miss my home in London. It was just the fact that England has been my home for all my life and I haven't quite settled down in Madrid yet.

There was another reason why I was a little bitchy that time. I was constantly surrounded by happy couples which let me feeling left out in some points.

Fernando had Ollala, Xabi and Nagore looked settled and happy as a couple with their little family and Iker and Sara where just the cutest couple I've ever seen. Seeing all those pairs, let me longing after someone, I could share the same happiness with.

So I ended up calling Eden that afternoon but I didn't plan to tell Cris or any of the others about it. Even back in London, he was always the one who understood me and my problems. Fernando and Juan were nice but they are like older brothers to me and you didn't discuss your love-life with your brothers, right?

The talented Belgian midfielder though was always a good listener; he and his wife were really close friends of mine since the beginning of my work at Chelsea FC and I missed them deeply.

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The Portuguese was now staring at me with a curious glance while I followed my train of thoughts. A single tear occurred in my eye but I just shook my head and turned to face the wall on the other side of the room when I caught him observing me.

"Never mind, but stay at your side of the bed, please" I mumbled defeated and felt asleep quickly.