We are Real Madrid

I'll show you what you miss when you're stuck in Madrid

I woke up by the smell of fresh coffee and croissants. As I opened my eyes I saw Iker peering into the room. "I'm sorry for waking you up but it's already ten o'clock in the morning and Cris just said, there were some paperwork you had to send Del Bosque so I thought it would be nice to bring you breakfast." The Spanish captain offered me a smile as he approached my bed, he was followed by Cris. The winger peered at his smart phone and didn't say a word as he sat down next to the older Spaniard. "Thanks, Iker. That's very nice. By the way, you're right, there is indeed some work to do before lunchtime" I admitted while I took the mug filled with hot Italian Cappuccino.

"Why did you called Eden Hazard yesterday?" Cris asked suddenly. I swallowed the hot liquid down, nearly choked as the hot liquid burned in my throat and turned bright red. I glanced at Iker for support. However the goalkeeper was as clueless as me and just shrugged. "That's none of your business. Why do you even know about it, Sherlock?" I tried to sound as cheeky as always when I got nervous.

the Madeiran's exprection remained unimpressed as he returned with a voice which was as sharp that she would probably cut through ice: "Well, Fernando gave me this contact who informs us about your daily phone-activities."

"Are you for real? I'm an adult I can take care for myself I don't need three overprotective guys who control me all the time." I yelled, all the emotions from the past couple of days suddenly boiled up and I exploded. Iker wanted to calm me down but I was too furious to have an ear for what he was saying. I jumped out of the bed and nearly poured my coffee all over the Spaniard as I got to my drawer and took out some clothes to wear, still yelling at the footballer.

"I thought I could trust you, instead you spy on me and even hired an assistant who kept me busy during your absence, that's ridiculous. I got along with Fernando overreacting about my security but I hoped that at least you'll show some sense when you get to know my story." I complained enraged. I left the room still fuming and changed from my black satin pyjama into some skinny jeans, a black polo shirt with matching ballerinas. As I passed the hallway I grabbed my leather jacket and sunglasses. Now fully dressed, I went straight to the garage. I saw all of Cristiano's expensive cars parked neatly in their spots. In a little locker right next to the door, the winger kept all the keys to the different cars. I hesitated just for a second to consider if I should take one of his cars to show off my anger but eventually decided against it. They would draw too much attention anyway. So, I took my brand new Audi, I got as a staff of the Bernabeu and drove out of the forecourt. I saw Iker running out of the house in the back mirror but he was a second too late, I took a left turn and was out of his sight.

I drove through the city however I got tired of the different buildings very quickly. My first thought was visiting Fernando's parents and staying there for a couple of days to have some distance from Cristiano and his overreacting self. Since I was really close to Fernando, I knew Flori and José Torres pretty well. However on a second thought that didn't seem to be a good idea because they would have just called Fernando and then the whole Squad would knew where I was staying.

Then it was just a matter of minutes until one of the Madridistas would appear in front of their door and take me home or held me a speech about my personal security.

After a little while, I passed the Atletico stadium as well. The huge building reminded me at how much I missed my blond slightly overprotectiv friends in England. I tried to forget about my home sickness and played a little game. Every time I came to a crossroad I took the name which reminded me fewest at my past, to choose which wrote I should drive along.

I ended up on the eastern highway. Hours passed but I travelled further and further away from the capitol city.

I had no particular destination. I didn't know where to go, since I barely knew someone in Spain. I stopped at a service area near Saragossa because I drop out of petrol. It was already half past two in the afternoon when I checked my phone for the first time. I had over one hundred messages and missed phone calls from Cris; fifty messages from Iker and even Xabi and James sent me some worried texts.

The last text that I received was one from Fernando, I didn't even read it. I couldn't believe that the Portuguese bastard had called Torres. I was so disappointed that I decided to ignore all of them and drove along for some more hours.

After some time of just driving through the countryside of Spain while listening to modern english music on the highest tune, I saw the eastern coast of Spain. I was getting worried that I drove way too far. The next sign near to the street told me that I already passed the boundaries to Cataluña. The sun wouldn't be shining for more than three hours anymore, so I wouldn't have been able to drive back in daylight and since my horrible experience in London I was petrified to drive at night.

First I thought about calling Juan because he always knew a solution for nearly every problem but I reminded myself that he would just reveal everything to the others.

I was now near Barcelona and as I saw the first banner of the FC Barça there was just one person occurring in my mind which could help me in my current situation.

I left the highway as quick as possible without breaking the speed limits and called him. After only two rings he already picked up his phone. "Kat? Are you okay? You got us all worried sick about your whereabouts." He spoke with his thick Spanish accent but I still remarqued the slightly nervous undertone in his voice.

"Cesc, please, listen. Could you-". I was cut off by some familiar face that appeared next to my parked car. I ended the phone call without even listening to what Cesc was babbling and let down my window so I could make out what the young man was trying to tell me.

"Hello, girl, aren't you the new intern of Real Madrid?" he asked straight forward. I just nodded in astonishment, I couldn't believe to whom I just talked.

"What does a pretty intern of the pink club in the home town of its worst enemy?" He lifted his dark eyebrows. I couldn't make out his eyes behind the sunglasses but I knew that he grinned while speaking about this strange coincident.

"Well, los blancos, are pretty annoying sometimes. So I tried to find here a new job. Could you help me?" I asked jokingly.

"You wouldn't quit that job. They wouldn't let you go. However I'm tempted to show you what you miss when you're stuck in Madrid." He offered and now he took off the glasses and I saw the sparkling blue eyes of no other than Marc Batra.

"I would love that" I returned with a wide smile on my face.