«Love, From Barcelona» a Gareth Bale and Andrés Iniesta short story.
>Part 1: "Flightless Bird"
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[First of all, I know what you're thinking and NO it's not that type of story... lol ;)
This is the first ever one shot I write about TWO players aaaaagh, I'm excited, let's see how it goes haha. I've been writing this, re-arranging it and proof-reading it for literally a month I think. It's very dear to my heart and I'm so happy to finally post it.
Also, one last thing. The end of this first part (you'll understand when you read it) is probably my favorite thing that I've ever written in my entire life.]
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“You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
Laia made a few steps into the lobby before turning around to face Gareth who was glaring at her with an evident look of irritation on his face
“I… I'm really sorry Gareth, I don’t know what came upon me, I didn’t mean to…”
“Save it” he hissed “I can’t believe I trusted you to keep your promise, I should’ve known you were really good for nothing”
His words felt like a slap in Laia’s face. She was used to him bringing her down but his cutting remarks always managed to reopen cuts that just wouldn’t heal.
“I'm sorry” she whispered blinking back the tears that were quickly filling her eyes.
"Don’t start crying Laia, you know it doesn’t work on me” he seethed while untying his bow tie.
Laia watched him remove his suit jacket as tears silently slipped down her cheeks.
“I'm so sick of this, I really don’t understand you!” Gareth raged looking at his girlfriend “Why do you feel the need to mop around all the time?! You couldn’t at least pretend not to be miserable in front of my teammates?!”
Laia stayed silent as her boyfriend’s voice got louder and his tone, angrier.
“Why do you keep doing this to me Laia?!” he yelled getting closer to her “Do you enjoy making me pass as the worst human being on this planet?!” You couldn’t at least fake smiling and being happy for once?! Was it too much to ask?! It was a gala for god’s sake, not a funeral!”
A dark look filled his eyes as he carried on ranting “I'm so sick of you being so damn depressed all the time! I’ve given you everything you could possibly want, yet you keep acting miserable. What is it gonna take for you to stop feeling sorry for yourself?!” He yelled fuming with anger as Laia kept crying silently.
Gareth cursed harshly, figuring that his girlfriend was going to stay as unresponsive as she always was. He turned around, heading toward the guest room of their flat and slammed the door behind him, making the whole house tremble.
They had been sleeping so often in separate rooms these the past few months that Gareth had ended up transferring a significant part of his closet into the guest room. It was a sad, almost ironic reminder that tonight was just going to be another one of those lonely nights.
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