We are Real Madrid

The little girl from Madrid

"You are alright with this, sweetie?" James asked as he parked his car outside Cristiano's place. I glanced over to him with a small smile on my face. He looked awesome in his white shirt and the dark jeans. "sure, I can deal with you guys" I winked and headed out of the car.

We headed to the frontdoor and I already heard the basses from outside so guessed Iker wasn't already here. The door sprang open before we even reached the bell. "Hey guys, you are late. Great game, James by the way" Gareth Bale, dressed in one of Cristiano's Portuguese Jerseys, opened the door. "Gareth, are you drunk?" I narrowed my eyes and mustered the Welshman in detail. "No of course not. You know there is no booze at all in Cristiano's home." I looked at James but the Colombian just shrugged. "Alright Mister-I'm-not-drunk-but-can't-walk- steady-anymore can we enter?" I asked instead.

"Password?" the Welshman asked in his badly pronounced Spanish. "Are you kidding us?" James started getting annoyed. "No, if you don't know the password I can't let you in." I snorted that drunk Welsh bastard

"Gareth Bale I'm freezing out here, if you don't step aside and let us in I will kick your arse that you won't be able to play for the club world cup either."

The winger grunted but stepped aside "I'd have been: Cristiano is the best, but when you want to spoil the fun, here you go." he muttered in English. "Don't take me wrong Garth, but I'm just not up for jokes when I'm freezing." I clapped on his arm because I can't reach his shoulder. Gareth grinned at me and before I knew what happened I was thrown over his shoulder and he carried me over to the living room.

"Gareth let me down. I'm not kidding when I say that I'll will hit you with one of Cris' golden boots." I heard a lot of people laughing when we entered the living room. "Gareth, let her down. I fear for my trophies." I heard Cristiano laughing.

"Just because you are all taller then me you aren't allow to treat me like a child" I commented a little grumpy. I heard a muffled laugher behind me and then two strong arms were raped around my back and my legs. I looked up and met the flashing smile of Isco Alarcón. "I'm not that much taller than you, but you will always be my little girl" he whispered and breathed a feathery kiss on my face.

"So when Alarcón is finished with occupying our lawyer. We'll start with the actual party." I heard Fabio Coentrão cheering from somewhere behind Isco.

"However you have to turn down the basses if you don't want the neighbours to call the cops" I heard Iker stating from somewhere in the corner. "Iker just let us have a little fun" Sergio shouted clearly drunk as hell and started dancing with Marcelo and Pepe.

When Isco brought me down on my feet again, after he complained that he hadn't a drink ever since he arrived. I instantly headed over to Iker. Just because I knew that I wouldn't survive this party sober otherwise.

Isco and James were both already dancing with their teammates each one with a glass full of some liquor I didn't quite recognized. When they saw me next to Iker they came over as fast as they could in their tipsy state. They sat down next to me on one of the many coaches in Cristiano's living room. Isco instantly wrapping his arms around me. He hid his face in my nape of the neck and his dark beard tickled on my pale sensitive skin. I chuckled lightly but leaned in to the touch of the young Spaniard. He smelled like Tequilla, aftershave and something other which I couldn't make out instantly but figured afterwards that it had to be James' Cologne. The Spanish Midfielder refused afterwards to ever letting me go from his embrace again, claiming that I was his, and only his for the rest of his life, which got everyone laughing their arse full while I got as red as a tomato.

"How does it come that Sergio and Gareth are already drunk when Cris has no alcohol in here?" I asked Sergio who joined us on the coach to release the tension which was built after Isco's outburst.

"Marcelo and Fabio brought a lot of booze, don't ask me where they hide it without Cristiano noticing it but they have a whole store somewhere in this house." Sese stated and sounded frankly proud. Iker rolled his eyes but I saw the glance of a smile on his face.

"Really there is booze in this huge house? Why they didn't told me while I still lived here that would have saved my life on multiple occasions." I whined and Isco chuckled into strands of my curly hair. I didn't moved much that evening anymore.

Fabio brought me once a drink which smelled nice but Iker took it away from me before I could even nip at it. Jesé didn't appeared at all at the party. When I asked Isco about it he just told me that he hung out with Nacho and some of the younger players in a club. I wouldn't admit it out loud but I was a bit disappointed that he didn't join us.

The young number 23 never left my side again until Sergio dared him to a dance contest. I chuckled and encouraged the handsome guy to join his vicecaptain if he didn't want to hear that he's a coward for the rest of his life. Carefully he lifted me out of his lap and sat me in James arms. I felt like a big baby when I was carried from one pair of arms to the others.

"Do you enjoy the evening?" James asked sweetly. His voice barely audible over the load Spanish music which currently busting through the expensive living room of Cristiano's. He was such an attentively lad, he even tried to speak English with me as often as possible. His Spanish accent was the cuttest thing I have ever heard. "Sure although I'm a bit thirsty since Iker confiscated every drink Fabio and Gareth brought me during the evening." I smiled.

"IKER! Bring my little lady a glass of something, you think is appropriated, because I don't want her to die of thirst just because you don't let her drink" Sergio shouted as he heard my words, he'd came over to tell me that Isco leaped for our attention because he was loosing to Sergio and was in need of support so he stand at least a little chance to the tall Sevillan.

It was no ten seconds later that on the table in front of our coach were standing at least ten drinks. When Iker appeared with a glass of- ¿was that orange juice?- I asked the keeper why he don't want be to drink alcohol. "Remember the last time you drank something at a Real Madrid party?" I tried but couldn't remember an occasion. "Exactly the boys filled you up and you can't even remember the evening. Me and Cristiano were worried sick about your state of health the previous days. You were sleeping two days afterwards."

"Oh-" I sighed horrified by the captains words. "Yes, 'oh'. It wasn't your fault at all, they poured you drinks where you can't smell the amount of booze in it. So I try to prevent you from alcohol." The number one goalkeeper explained. "Thank you captain" I said and then I had to yawn. "I will bring you home, sweetie." James informed me immediately. I couldn't even protest when I laid in his arms and he dragged me out of the house, he let me wave towards his teammates and sat me down in his car. I got a glimpse of Isco who was already too drunken to realize that I was leaving but he waved nevertheless.

We drove home in silence. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep but when I woke up in the morning, I smelled fresh coffee and croissants. It remembered me at the day when Iker and Cris brought me breakfast but when the door opened to my room, it was Isco and James who appeared. Isco looked rather hangover but forced himself to look fine.

The two of them smiled at my sleepily appearance and sat down on either side of me enjoying breakfast in bed.