We are Real Madrid

No puppy?

I got out of the car and walked with Marc down the streets of Barcelona.

The gorgeous defender with the black hair and intense blue eyes showed me la Rambla, the park of Gaudí and we even went down to the beach of Barcelona.

We left footprints in the sand while he kept on talking about his life and what was currently happening at Camp Nou. I stared at him. He wore a dark blue shirt and light cracked jeans. He looked absolutely stunning and now I understand why the young Culés felt for someone like him.

When he took a break in his babbling to regain air, I interrupted abruptly: "It's so beautiful here; I should come more often to the coast. There is no one who tells me what to do and no babysitter. Just like some wonderful dream." I enthused.

Marc watched me with an amused look. "You know you can always quit at Madrid and come over here. The boys would appreciate a new face in the team and I'm sure there would be more than one guy at Barça, laughing about you leaving the golden boys of Madrid." He chuckled without taking his glance from the horizon.

I didn't answer to this one.

After the sun was just about to set, he took me to the stadium where some of the players were still training. "Guys, guess who I found on the streets?" he yelled across the field. There were a couple of heads shot up at his shouting and the men started running towards us.

As they approached I recognised a couple of them from Magazines and TV. There were Lionel Messi, Pique, Pedro and Xavi Hernandez coming towards us.

"Oh not a Puppy? You made it sound, like you found a cute little puppy" Gerard Pique pouted. The tall spanish defender and partner of Shakira wore, like the rest of the Culés, the typical pink training dresses of Barcelona which made his ice blue eyes shining even brighter.

"Gerard you don't need a puppy" Xavi scolded and Pedro chuckled slightly. As Marc presented me to them, the players eyed me with curious glances while I tried my best to hide behind Marc.

I don't like being in the centre of everyone's attention especially not when I'm around my boss worst nightmares.

"I know you" Pedro with his tanned skin and dark short hair exclaimed then and hugged me instantly which took me kind of off-guard. "You are the new assistant of Vincente, right?" he asked when he let go of me. I nodded slightly bashed from his friendly welcome.

"Wait a minute, new assistant of the Spain NT that means you're the new intern of the most overrated club ever. What are you doing here in Barcelona then?" Xavi asked as he recognized me, as well.

The captain of los blaugranes was one of Iker's greatest opponents over the many years both of them played for the most successful clubs in Spanish football. 

"I thought about searching a new job, I'm getting bored of all the trophies back in Madrid." I returned cheeky and winked at the midfielder.

Lionel Messi growled from beside Pedro. "We don't need a new intern. Especially we don't need someone like you".

I blushed and stared at the ground. He was right that was a stupid joke of mine.

"Leo, don't be rude. She's part of the Spain National Team. She belongs here as much as she belongs to every Spanish football club. She isn't even in Madrid when the white monkeys have their first 'la Liga' match." Marc defended me in front of his captain.

"I'm sorry for appearing here Mister Messi. I haven't intended to interrupt you or anyone else at Barcelona CF. I just had a hard time and lost myself on the streets of Spain. So I ended up at the coast near Barcelona where Marc picked me up." I tried to explain myself.

"Oh then you are indeed a lost puppy" Gerard exclaimed as he caught me in a tight hug. Except for Messi everyone seemed to be understanding about my situation.

Just in that moment my tummy started to grumble and I turned even redder. "Oh dear, we should get the lady something to eat before she turned to a little Suarez" Gerard laughed and winked sympathetically.

We ate at a small restaurant in the heart of Barcelona. The men seemed to know the owner of the club so we were allowed to eat in a separate room. Even Messi joined us after Xavi convinced him that I was no danger at all.

However he acted as if he feared I would put poison on his steak which was utterly ridiculous which Xavi commented as he caught the Argentinian starring at me with a dark expression.

We all ate dinner and talked about the world cup and the newest transfers. Everyone agreed that the new signings on both sides Real Madrid and Barcelona were absolutely ridiculous.

The clubs should spend more time in training new talents than spend enormous amounts of money for overrated transfers. While we were finished with our main dishes and waited for dessert, Pique took out his phone.

His expression changed from laughing to worry than he looked at me with an almost horrified glance. "I got a message from Cesci." He explained out loud so everyone felt silent.

"Oh, that's great news say 'hola' to him from us." Xavi cheered but I couldn't stop staring at the blue eyed defender. "The Madridistas are on their way to Barcelona. Fernando is on the plane. They located your phone." He revealed with a nervous undertone. 

I turned pale within the second. "How much time have I left until they will arrive here?" I wanted to know while I already looked for my phone. It was still in the car, outside Camp Nou.

"Until Torres plane lands in Spain, I guess you have a full hour left. However the Madridistas are on the road since they finished their match against Cordoba. By the way they won only 2 to 0, so we are at the top of the league after the first round." Pique said.

"That's not the most important thing now; even though I'm glad to hear so" Xavi commented and winked at his fellow compatriot.

"You really fled out of Madrid?" Messi asked his dark eyebrows lifted and he showed some emotions for the first time that evening. It was the first time this evening he talked directly with me and didn't tried to ignore me.

"I felt like a prisoner, Cristiano was even worse than Fernando. He got me an assistant who was responsible to protect me. I googled her, she worked for the CNI the secret service of Spain before Cris hired her...

There was always someone around me. I had to escape for a while." I explained. The argentine striker nodded.

"Why is everyone acting so weird around you?" Pedro asked and everyone looked at me with curious glances. I sighed and ringed with myself whether or not I should tell them. If I told them, there is a chance that they might start acting like the other guys in Madrid and London did but they were the only one who could possibly help me to cope with the angry Madridistas and a furious Fernando Torres.

So, for the first time I told my story to persons I barely knew.