He's gotten really tall since the last time I saw him. Back then I always used to an inch taller than him. He's grown a lot since then, he's practically a giraffe. "I've come to fulfill our promise," he says looking down at me. "Promise? What promise? Did you get hit on the head with a football?" Now he's got be very confused. He might be sleepwalking because as far as I remember, we haven't talked since we were seven. "Let's get married." A rising footballer, barcelonas star boy, head back to his hometown to fulfill the promise he made his childhood best friend when they were seven. A lot has happened since they made that innocent promise. Distance, distinct memories, miscommunication-you name it. A childhood promise. A lamine yamal fanfic.