Football One Shots

Love your fanfiction with torres :)

wind-beneath-the-wings — Wed, 22 May 2013 17:12:43 -0400

Thank you SO much! :) - Nizza. xx

OKAYS THIS FERNANDO TORRES FANFIC IS JUST STUNNING I CAN DESCRIBE HOW PERFECT IT IS OKAY PLEASE DONT STOP EVER WRITTING IT

wind-beneath-the-wings — Wed, 22 May 2013 17:12:24 -0400

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS OKAY YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HAPPY YOU MAKE ME!!! - Nizza. xx

Ahhh just read your Fernando Torres story and its amazing! I love how torn Fernando is, I hope he shows olalla some love soon xxx

wind-beneath-the-wings — Wed, 22 May 2013 14:21:25 -0400

Awn, thank you veeeery much! Really appreciated! - Nizza. xxxx

What's a man to do? Chapter 4. Fernando Torres story.

wind-beneath-the-wings — Wed, 22 May 2013 14:11:59 -0400

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Fernando’s POV

‘’I don’t know what is going on’’, I let out, hiding my face in my hands. ‘’I just don’t know, she keep on talking to me like nothing happened and kids will get back tomorrow and hell, I can’t even look her in the eyes and she just, just… I don’t know.’’

I never was so frustrated in my life. God, I was prepared for screaming and shouting, for tears and for me kneeling down and begging her to forgive me, but nothing of this happened. Olalla keep on talking with me and just behaving like she didn’t get this, when I know that she did, damn, I’m sure that she did. And maybe I should be happy, but I’m not. Whatever it is, I want to be honest with my wife, but she with her behavior just puts me in a very weird position. I looked up at Juan, who was leaning on the wall in front of me, not saying a word.

‘’I don’t know what to say, this is really weird’’, he let out finally and I slammed the locker, being annoyed.

This is not like it should have been. I was about to fight for my marriage and now Olalla just… I highly suspect that Lauren, this blonde girl said something to her. She was in our house yesterday and since then, Olalla started to behave differently. What could only this girl say to her? I shook my head, going out of the locker with Juan. Another training is over and tomorrow we will finally have some rest.

‘’Wait, I forget another bag’’, Juan said and I nodded, standing still. ‘’Oh, just go, not like we’re going in one direction. Call me, if something will happen’’, he said and I nodded again, going to the parking lot.

I went to my car and when I was near it, I heard the sound of disturbingly loud heels tapping on the floor. Swallowing, I already knew who it was. Opening door to the backseat I put bag there, closing it then. Taking my keys, I felt her presence behind me and then, her hands caressed my shoulders lightly. I turned around quickly making her step back. God, I still don’t even know her name.

‘’What?’’ I asked strictly, looking at her.

Those green eyes were still hypnotizing for me, but now not so much. I want to know what’s going with my marriage more than get in her trap again. She smiled, coming closer with raised eyebrow.

‘’I thought that you could give me a ride, you know’’, she let out.

Her fingers travelled down my shoulders to the chest and she started drawing something there, making shivers run down my spine. It took all the strength what I had to grip her wrist and push her back. She looked rather surprised by this, but came closer again.

‘’What happened in the car will never happen again, stop following me’’, I said sternly.

‘’Why not?’’ she asked and I gasped at this question as she pressed herself on me, her hands gripping my hips. ‘’You’re already excited.’’

I blushed, clearing my throat and pushing her away from me. For this time, I did it with strength and she fell down on the floor. My lips turned into a thin line and I squinted, looking at her. She didn’t even get up, just sit there, looking at me. Part of me wanted to apologize and help her get up, but another part was disagree with this, thnking something like she deserved this.

‘’I told you once, it won’t happen again. Get off me, forget about me. I’m sure you will find someone else to fuck around with’’, I blurted out and get in the car.

Through the mirror I saw someone there, standing near the elevator, but didn’t really get who it was. Without hesitation I put the key in and pressed the pedal, driving away from the place. My heart was beating fast and I started to take deep breaths. Suddenly, realization hit me that I pushed her away, I did it. With a smiled on my lips, I sighed in relief. No I’m no longer under her freaking spell. Now, I’m pretty sure that nothing is that lost.

***

Juan watched this girl standing up from the floor, fixing her dress. She was standing still for some seconds and then walked away. Mata was not sure what to do with what he just saw. She tried to get on to Fernando and he pushed her away, which is good. Now Juan can at least say something to Olalla, if she decides that her husband is telling her a lie. Walking to his car, he took ringing phone from the pocket, picking up.

‘’Hello?’’

‘’Juan, hi, how are you?’’

He tensed up hearing Olalla’s voice. He loves her, she’s his best friend. But usually she doesn’t call just to ask how his things are. Usually it always has to do something with Fernando. Whatever it is, Juan really didn’t want to have some part in this mess. Getting in the car he answered to her, asking then how she was.

‘’Good. Can we please meet up now? Maybe in some café? I would like to talk to you.’’

Now Juan knows what Fernando meant by her behaving differently. He doesn’t know a lot, but her voice surely doesn’t sound like voice of the woman, who was cheated on and she surely acts strange asking him to meet with her, when her marriage is tearing apart.

‘’Yeah, sure. Where?’’ he asked, putting key in. ‘’Oh, okay, I will be there in twenty minutes. See you there, bye.’’

Driving there, Juan tried to think of everything about what’s she going to ask him and he almost completed thinking about answers, when he parked a car and saw Olalla waiting for him on the street with… Juan sighed. Lauren. Will they ever stop trying to put them together? He smiled and she smiled back.

‘’Olalla, happy to see you’’, he let out, hugging his friend. ‘’Hi, Lauren. Happy to see you too.’’

Both girls smiled and they went in to the restaurant. Picking table, they quickly ordered meals, turning to each other. Olalla didn’t feel really good about starting the conversation and it was very obvious. Lauren kicked her leg lightly under the table, making her squirm.

‘’So, Juan, how are you doing?’’ Olalla let out and Lauren rolled her eyes, huffing.

Juan cleared his throat, wanting badly to stand up and go away. Whole situation was getting weirder with every passing second.

‘’With asking ‘how are you doing’ Olalla wanted to say that we actually have some talk and we would like to have your help’’, Lauren said and Olalla nudged her in ribs, blushing. ‘’You know her, she never talks what is needed to be said.’’

Juan looked at Lauren and then at Olalla, getting more and more confused. Blushing fiercely, Olalla managed a smile. Juan nodded, and girls looked at each other, trying to figure out how to start. Waiter, who came with their orders, saved them from an awkward silence. As soon as he set all dishes with meals on the table and went away, Lauren leaned in to Juan, who leaned back to the chair. This woman always scared him with her looks and he never understood how Olalla could be friends with her.

‘’Juan, thing is that..’’ Olalla started, but Lauren cut her off:

‘’Fernando cheated on Olalla.’’

Juan spurred out the water that he was drinking right on the table, coughing. His head raised and he looked at Olalla with wide eyes. Lauren leaned back on the chair, being happy that she quickly said this. Juan stared at Olalla and felt how his heart ached for her. When their gazes met and when he saw how sad her eyes are all he wanted to do was to cuddle with her and fly away to some safe place, where things like that don’t happen. He cleared his throat, reaching out to take Olalla’s hand in his. He squeezed it without saying a word, but she got it. She get that he’s there for her and smiled. Juan then turned to Lauren, smile fading away when he looked at her.

‘’How did you know this?’’ he asked and she raised an eyebrow.

‘’So you knew about this’’, she stated and crossed her hands over her chest, staring at him with intensity. ‘’You knew about this and didn’t tell a thing to Olalla?’’

Juan swallowed, turning to his friend. Olalla was just looking down at her plate, taking fork in her hand. She understands Juan and gets his position perfectly, but at the same time she was angry.

‘’I decided to not mess around and let them solve everything by themselves’’, Juan replied and Lauren nodded. ‘’Don’t nod like that, Lauren, if you have to say something you better say it.’’

‘’Oh, I have nothing to say, Juan, apart from the fact that you’re just too damn scared to call to Olalla and tell her that her own husband is cheating on her.’’

‘’What?! Scared? I wasn’t-‘’

‘’Enough!’’ Olalla said, raising her voice and looking at both of them. ‘’Stop arguing, I’m not blaming here anyone, I just want to have a talk and decided what to do next, okay? Lauren, start eating, please, just put something in your mouth.’’

Lauren, rolling her eyes, starts eating, not looking at Juan, who was gazing at her angrily. It was unbelievable how both of them just couldn’t stand each other. Mata looked at Olalla and she just nodded, sighing. Some minutes passed in silence, while they were all eating. By that time Olalla formulated what she wanted to say and when Juan put fork down, she coughed, getting his attention.

‘’I will tell you what I think of and Lauren, don’t you dare to interrupt me’’, she said and her friend nodded, not really being happy with this. ‘’Good. So, I thought to…Juan, I want to fight for him. I want to fight for my husband.’’

Juan was taken aback by the way she said this. Emotions that she put into this were written all over her face, how she really wants to do and how determined she is. Her brown eyes were staring right into his soul and he flinched, swallowing hard. Juan leaned in, looking in her eyes.

‘’Olalla, you don’t need to fight for Fernando’’, he let out and her eyebrows furrowed. ‘’This is truth. You don’t need to fight for your husband.’’

‘’Oh please, this bitch with who he cheated is about to steal him!’’ Lauren shouted, making everyone turn around to them.

‘’Oh my god’’, Olalla let out, looking down and hiding her face in her hands.

‘’God dammit, Lauren’’, Juan muttered, blushing. ‘’I saw today, how this ‘’bitch’’ how you called her came to the parking lot, trying to get to what Fernando and do you know what he did? He pushed her away. He pushed her away from him, so she even fell down on the ground, does this say something to you?’’

Girls fell silent and he turned to Olalla, looking at her.

‘’Olalla, you don’t need to fight for him. He is already yours’’, he whispered and he saw hope in her eyes and she smiled shyly. ‘’Problem is that girl, who doesn’t want to leave him alone.’’

Lauren moistened her lips, thinking about it. As always, she started to twirl her hair with her fingers, looking down. Olalla was quiet. She was trying to hold on scream of happiness. He pushed her away; he doesn’t want to be with this girl. Fernando is still hers. And Juan saw this, he saw how she just started shining from within and smiled happily.

‘’Where did Fernando find her? If only you would know this place, we could go there and ask staff. You remember how she look like, right Juan?’’ Lauren asked after a while.

‘’Only in general, I was standing far from them. She has dark hair, tall height… can’t say anything else. And they met each other in the club, I know which one, our guys went there to celebrate win’’, he said and looked at Lauren. ‘’We can go there now, if you want to. I think I can tell that it is her by just looking.’’

They both turned to Olalla, who didn’t really expect this thing to turn out like this. She swallowed, biting her lower lip and starting to get nervous. Does she really want to see that girl? She let out sigh and nodded to the, still not being sure about the whole idea. They stand up and while Juan paid, she texted message to Fernando, saying that she’s with Juan and Lauren and that everything is okay. It was more like a habit, she always told him where she is, because he always got nervous, when she was not at home.

‘’Olalla, are you coming?’’ Lauren asked and she nodded, taking her bag and following them.

Juan sat in his car and made a gesture to Lauren to follow him. Waiting while girls sat in their car, he drove away. He had never ever imagined that some day he will be doing this, but being completely honest, Juan was getting excited. He was sure that this is a good thing; he convinced himself that he’s helping Fernando and not just messing with their marriage. He really wanted them to work out. He was snapped out from his thought because of long ‘’Beeep!’’ from Lauren.

‘’This woman, I swear to hell’’, he muttered under his breath, driving faster.

He parked his car near the club, going out and jumping on the place as Lauren almost hit him, while parking her car. She chuckled, looking at him and going out. Olalla slapped her hand and apologetically smiled at Juan, who just nodded. They all came in to the club, looking around. Olalla’s gaze was shifting from the bar to the sofas in corners, thinking that maybe Fernando sit there with her. She shook her head, not letting those thoughts get in her mind.

‘’Hello, can I help you?’’

‘’Yes, hello. We are searching for one special girl here’’, Juan said to approached man.

‘’Well, do you know her name? Or can you describe her please?’’

‘’She’s tall, has dark hair and I think green eyes, but I’m not sure. Skin is bronze… I can’t say anything else’’, Juan said with a shrug, understanding that this description can be exact for hundred and hundred of girls.

‘’Well, we have only two girls with dark hair here, Jasmine and Jemma. When was the last time you saw her here? Jemma is on holidays already two weeks.’’

‘’Then it’s Jasmine, because we saw her four days ago’’, Juan mumbled. ‘’Can we get her number?’’

‘’For what? I’m sorry, don’t take this personally, but she is our worker and we can’t give out her contacts’’, man said and everyone nodded.

Juan turned to girls, hoping that they will help with the reason of needing her number, but they were silent. He thought about saying that she is his friend, but by the way he described her it’s already understandable that he doesn’t know her. He looked at Olalla and she bite her lower lip, thinking.

‘’We need her number beca-‘’, she started and at that time door opened and she shut up, looking at tall girl with green eyes and dark hair.

‘’Hey, Marco’’, she said friendly to the man, who nodded.

‘’Jasmine, those people are looking for you’’, Marco said, pointing at the company.

She looked at them and her eyes stopped at Juan, who was looking at her too. Then her gaze shifted on Lauren, who was looking at her with hate and suspicion. Finally, she looked at Olalla and raised her eyebrow.

‘’Yes, how can I help you?’’ she asked, coming closer.

‘’Oh, honey, you’re going to help us so much right now by fucking get-‘’ Lauren started, getting closer to the girl, but Olalla grabbed her hand, pulling her behind her.

Jasmine crossed her hands over her chest, looking at Juan, who in all honesty didn’t know what he should do here. Marco came closer and Juan quickly did the same, smiling at him.

‘’I was thinking about doing party in this place, with who I can talk about this?’’ he asked and Marco nodded unsure, going away and leading Juan to the cabinet.

Lauren was looked at Jasmine with a death stare, muttering ‘’bitch’’ under her breath and badly wanting to start pulling out her hair, banging her head against the wall. Luckily, Olalla was not in that mood. Her gaze was looking all over standing right in front of her girl, noticing every single detail of her body. She is beautiful, no need to deny it. Not only beautiful but with amazing figure and Olalla bite her tongue, wanting to cry.

‘’So?’’ Jasmine let out, looking at them. ‘’I have work to do.’’

‘’Oh really? And what is work? To fuck someone else’s husbands?’’ Lauren screamed out.

Jasmine shivered, her hands falling on her sides and she swallowed, hard, looking at Lauren. Her gaze slowly lend on Olalla and by the pain in them, she quickly get who is his wife.

‘’We need to talk’’, Olalla breathed out, looking in her eyes and swallowing. ‘’Now.’’

A/N: tell me what you think about it, please? :) - Nizza. xx

IT WAS AMAZING THANK YOU!

wind-beneath-the-wings — Tue, 21 May 2013 12:34:23 -0400

YAY, you’re welcome ;) - Nizza. xx

One shot fot chichacriss (Padya and Marco)

wind-beneath-the-wings — Tue, 21 May 2013 11:21:26 -0400

Padya loved rules. They make everything easier and more organized and Padya loved when everything was like that. Isn’t it amazing when you have everything planned? Not being spontaneous was a good thing, at least for her. And of course she had those rules. They were about everything in her life and of course she had special rules when it came to her relationships. With boys she had very strict rules that she always followed. Rule number one. You gotta have fun. She tried not to really limit herself in the way she behaved with boys. Nevertheless on her looks, Padya liked to play. Treating each one of them differently, she was playing different girls with everyone. And when she saw Marco Reus, oh that so damn popular and hot guy, staring at her at the club, she thought that he’s going to be the next one. And so it happened. They started talking and she, for the first time in her life, decided to be herself with him. Padya didn’t play any kind of role, she was just herself and the more surprising it was because he accepted her just they way she was. They started dating and somewhere during this thing she broke her second rule, which was most important one. Rule number second was about never getting attached to someone. And Padya didn’t realize when this happened. Maybe, when she started to get worry about him, if he doesn’t call her after match, when they lost. Maybe, when she started to feel butterflies in her stomach every time they kissed. There was something about him that just made him better than everyone else she ever met. And as we all know, after breaking one rule, another one breaks by itself. Her third rule, about not wearing her heart on a sleeve was broken too. She opened up to him, showed him true her with all the flaws, scars and not so pretty parts of her soul, but he accepted. Marco accepted her with a small smile on his lips and shining eyes. She loved this about him. She loved everything about him. The way his lips curve into a smirk, the way he looks at her, the way he hugs her so tight that it’s getting hard to breath; she loved how independent and smart he is, she loved his cocky side. She learned everything about him and he did the same. Padya was caught in his arms all the time and she liked it. His body just suited so good to hears, the way their fingers interlaced, how their lips found each other naturally in the dark. Everything was perfect about him, perfect for her. And it’s like a chain, one rule breaks after another one and shortly after third rule was broken too, forth rule started to break slowly. Her forth rule was about looking pure. Even though knowing Marco’s temper, they didn’t went any further of passionate make-outs and she knew that he wanted more. And for the first time in her life, she wanted it too. Being genially scared about this, Padya tried to not let it show, but with every passing kiss it was getting harder and harder. He gripped her hips tight, pressing her to the car as they excited restaurant. The way he kissed her, the way his lips demanded the entrance, how he just made her open up – she understand that this night is going to be special. Look in his eyes that were full of lust and desire told her more than she wanted to know.

‘’I can’t hold it anymore, god’’, he blurted out, closing his eyes and pressing their foreheads together. ‘’I tried, god knows I tried, but I can’t do it. I want you. Badly. Now.’’

Desperate need in his eyes made her realize that he’s not kidding. And Padya that Padya, who would never say this to anyone, whispered into his lips:

‘’I want you too.’’

Their lips crushed together and he pushed her into car, closing door behind himself. His hands travelled up and down her thighs and he pulled her on him, looking in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, swallowing.

‘’If I start now, I won’t stop’’, he muttered, caressing her hips.

‘’I know’’, Padya answered, looking at him and feeling how heart is about to jump out of the chest.

‘’This is your last chance to go’’, Marco said seriously and she leaned in, touching their noses.

‘’Show me why everyone is calling you a beast in bed’’, she muttered and screamed, when he pushed her down, climbing on top of her and with one movement tearing her dress apart.

‘’I will show you’’, Marco muttered, leaning down.

And she doesn’t regret this night. It was something special, something that she will always remember and something that will just stay in her heart. And she ran away. Ran away, because this is one of her rules also, to be the first to run. It was not a right thing to do, but what she possible could do? Her world, her perfect and full of rules words, was falling down because of this blonde guy and she was not ready for this. She thought that he would forget her immediately, but it didn’t happen. Marco stormed in her flat like a hurricane, breathing heavily and with a look that he’s about to kill.

‘’What the hell, where did you go, why you don’t pick up, Padya, what the fuck?!’’

She swallowed hard, feeling lump in her throat, which meant that she’s about to cry and she couldn’t do that, not in front of him. She tried to say something, something sharp and rude, so he would go away, but when she looked in his eyes she understand how much she actually missed him in those two days and how she can’t do a thing. So she let out sob and Marco’s facial expression quickly softened.

‘’Because I have rules okay and you don’t, you just..’’ she muttered, trying hard to control her breathing.

‘’What rules, I don’t understand’’, Marco mumbled, coming closer. ‘’What?’’

‘’I don’t want to be the one, whose heart is broken in two in the end, okay?! That’s why I left, because it’s too much, you, you grown on me, and this, this is not, this is not ri-‘’

Marco wrapped his arms around her, not getting a thing, but feeling that he should do this and he guessed right. Padya leaned on him, sobbing and thinking that her walls fell down completely.

‘’I love you, I think. I mean, I’m sure. Yeah, I’m sure that I love you’’, he let out, caressing her back with his hands.

And when she leaned back, looking in his eyes, Padya thought that maybe this is not that bad. To have your walls fall down.

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted;) - Nizza. xx

I can't believe Spain lost! Who's in the final? I loved the chapter. I missed reading the story.

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:26:02 -0400

Germany / Argentina :) I’m sorry for not updating it :( - Nizza. Xx

Aw, Stewie and Gisele will live together. Of all the chapters this is the cutest one. I loved all the outfits! I needed this to relax a bit ;)

Tue, 21 May 2013 03:25:26 -0400

Glad you loved it ;) awn, this is not the cutest yet;) - Nizza. Xx

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wind-beneath-the-wings — Mon, 20 May 2013 12:07:10 -0400

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Got me going crazy. Chapter 25.

wind-beneath-the-wings — Mon, 20 May 2013 12:05:23 -0400

Gisele smiled at the sight of her friends trying to get their documents together and then go to the match. She felt a little jealousy inside, as they are still able to be with their men, while she is not. Maybe Spain will be able to win Argentina and they will stay for longer. She was happy for them, but couldn’t help to feel sad because of Stewart. Biting her lip, she smiled to girls, who were hurrying up for the match. ‘’Have a good time, girls’’, she mumbled, making them turn to her. Nessie sighed loudly, coming closer and hugging her. ‘’It’s alright, honestly, I’m happy’’, Gisele mumbled. Nizza raised eyebrow on this and then nodded, looking at the clocks. ‘’Don’t forget to scream for your men and that in four hours we need to go and get ready for the ball’’, Gisele reminded and girls nodded, going away. She turned around and started to check everything for the ball. Last ball, last time when she will see Stewart in Brazil. It was painful, strange feeling the chest was not letting go, making her want to curl up on the bed and cry. With a sigh, green eyed woman took her place and started to look for possible dresses for the ball. Greek theme and she honestly had no idea how dress should look like. Of course all men will be in suits, as always, but what they should wear? She heard footstpes and turned around, her eyes widening at the sight of Fabian walking out of his cabinet. It happened rarely as we all know. ‘’Fabian’’, Gisele called, standing up and looking at him. Man looked at her with a smile that didn’t really reach his eyes. He looked sick and very tired. ‘’Gisele, dear, can you please make me coffee?’’ he asked politely and she nodded, quickly making it. Fabian sit on her seat and looked at the screen. ‘’Getting ready for the ball?’’ he asked, when she approached him with a coffee. Gisele smiled, nodding. ‘’I would like to- oh, amazing coffee, dear. What I was saying? Oh I want you all to stay near me, when I will be talking. I feel sorry for all teams that are leaving. Where are other girls?’’ Gisele looked around, quickly thinking about what to tell to him. ‘’Oh, Nessie told me, I remember. I was about to ask you to phelp me with some papers, you know how I don’t like them’’, he said and she nodded, handling him her hand and going with him to the cabinet.

Nizza and Nessie decided not to sit on the tribunes for this time. They were standing closest to the pitch, both wearing Spain national team kits with different numbers on them. ‘’I can’t believe I’m wearing it, this is so cheesy like damn’’, Nizza mumbled, making Nessie smile. ‘’Oh, but you look cute and I bet Silva will like this, not talking about his parents’’, she said and Nizza chuckled. ‘’Don’t you even dare to come up with this, Vanessa, I’m serious’’, Nizza warned, making her friend smile widely. ‘’Why not, preciosa?’’ Nessie asked, receiving death glare from little one. ‘’Shut up, damn, I knew that I should not tell you about this, I knew it. You look cute too, by the way’’, she mumbled, shocking her head. They both turned to the pitch after that, watching teams coming on. Fans started to scream and girls clapped. ‘’Iker!’’ Nessie screamed and he turned to her, thumbing up. ‘’Score!’’ Nizza shouted to passing David and he chuckled, waving. It was felt nice to be there, not sitting but standing, feeling every thrill of the moment. Both girls didn’t really feel good about this match, but when they heard whistle, all their attention was drawn to the game. Game, that wasn’t going well, game in which Spain was losing, game in which Argentina is clearly better and game, which is about to end in fifteen minutes. Nizza felt lump in her throat, looking at the screen, where 2-0 was shown. Nessie was huffing in frustration, sometimes screaming at players and biting her lips nervously. ‘’Mata, you’re in!’’ coach screamed and as they were really close, Nizza smiled to the player, who smiled back. ‘’Good luck’’, she mumbled and Juan nodded. David came closer, hugging Juan and going to the tunnel, not even looking at his girlfriend. ‘’I think he’s just pissed’’, Nessie mumbled and Nizza, mumbling ‘’what even I can do here’’ quickly went away, leaving her alone. Redhead looked at Iker, who was leaning in, screaming something to defenders. The bad feeling that she had known has a name, this score is just killing her inside. Even with amazing Mata coming in, nothing changed. No goals were scored and fifteen minutes passed in a one second. Final whistle and supporters of Argentina national team screamed at the top of their lungs, making her cringe. Iker is going to blame himself in the whole thing and she knows it too well. Not saying a thing, Nessie turned around, going to the tunnel and feeling her eyes started to get wet. They lost, which means that they will go home, too.

Iker’s POV

39^th minute. Lionel Messi. I was too sure that Carlos will block him and it was my mistake. My reaction was not quick enough and when I turned my head I saw ball behind myself I felt terrible. When we had a break, I quickly told to others to score, because we’re playing in defensive manner and this is something to which none of us is used. And everyone agreed and when we went back to the pitch, I hoped with all my heart to see changes in the game. But I didn’t see them all, we’re under pressing from their side and whole second half I couldn’t even look away, because then I would probably miss one more goal. And then there was a free kick and Messi scored again. 67^th minute of the match. I just can’t erase this goal, I shoud have save it. Maybe if I did it, team would have had a come back. I shocked my ehad, throwing shirt on the floor. We’re out. And this realization is slowly taking it place in everyone’s mind and everyone is silent. And I feel like screaming, but I hold it back, going to the shower. Only then I could hear them quietly talking and I bet this talk is kind of about me. Whatever, at least they are not arguing. I spend thirty minutes in the shower with my eyes closed, trying to accept the fact that we’re out of this. I sighed in frustration, wanting to actually stay here for forever. I’m not ready to face journalists, our supporters, and all those people who came here for us. I shocked my head, not even noticing freezing water running down my body. I was standing like that until I someone didn’t knock in my door. ‘’Iker, we need to go’’, Xavi spoke and I sighed, turning water off and taking towel, wrapping it around my hips. Xavi tapped my shoulder, when I get out and smiled apologetically. ‘’It’s not only your fault’’, he said and I nodded, going to the locker. ‘’Mostly, it is mine’’, I replied and he didn’t say a thing. I started to get dressed, noticing that no one was here except me. Good, don’t really want to talk to anyone here. Putting on my shoes, I went out, grabbing my bag and nearly bumped at Nessa, who was looking at me with her big eyes. She was wearing my jersey and I swallowed. Without saying a word, she hugged me and I hugged her back, holding her tight in my arms and feeling strong will to cry. ‘’You did everything, Iker, everything what is only possible’’, she mumbled and I nodded, holding her even close to me. Nessa caressed my back, but it doesn’t look right, it just doesn’t. ‘’We should have go to the final’’, I muttered in her ear and she nodded, not saying a thing. What she can say here? It’s my fault, mine. ‘’Nessa’’, I mumbled, leaning back and looking at her. ‘’I need to go to the bus, everyone is waiting for me’’, I said and she nodded, furrowing her eyebrows. I need some time alone, she should get that. ‘’You all need to come to the ball tonight for the leaving teams at 7 today’’, she said quietly and I nodded with a sigh. So they are making something official for all the teams that leave. I leaned in, pecking her lips. ‘’You will be there, yeah?’’ I asked and she nodded, looking at me. We’re out, which means that I will go home and she will stay here. Brazil and Spain are not close, not even a little. Another sigh, and I kissed her again, for this time going out of the tunnel, not turning back to her. Bus was waiting and I quickly went in, looking around for an empty seat. Xabi waved to me and I came closer, sitting next to him. One look on everyone’s faces told me more than I wanted to know. ‘’I didn’t think that we will go home by Argentina’’, Alonso said and I nodded. We all expected most of a danger from Germany, but sure as hell not from Argentina. ‘’Got text from Cris! He’s wishing us all the best and says not to be very sad’’, Sergio said loudly and we all nodded. I swallowed and Xabi looked at me, raising his eyebrow. ‘’Don’t blame yourself, Iker. Remember what you said? We’re team’’, he said and I nodded. He’s right, we are team. I stand up, clapping in my hands, making everyone look at me. ‘’Tonight we need to go to the ball for leaving teams. It will start at seven and I think in the next day we’re leaving.’’ Everyone nodded, turning away from me. This is definitely not a good time for the ball. Rest of the drive till the hotel was silent and as quick as I got in the hotel room, I just lay on the bed with my eyes closed, not really wanting to talk to Javi. I don’t want to discuss this game and this is something that he likes to do all over again. After like two hours of proper sleep, I felt myself kinda normal, and by that I mean I didn’t feel myself like a complete shit. ‘’Iker?’’ I looked at Javi with raised eyebrow. ‘’You okay?’’ he asked quietly, taking out his suit. I nodded and he nodded then, turning around. We got dressed and I looked at my hair, seeing them in a complete mess. ‘’Kinda suits you’’, Garcia mumbled and I chuckled, nodding. Whatever, I will just open window in the bus and it will be alright. We both went out of our room to see others, who were ready, talking. I could see that everyone’s mood is better now, guess they all had a good nap. ‘’Let’s go’’, I called and they followed me to the bus. There, we mostly talked about our way home, listening to the driver, who was telling everything. ‘’Wish good luck to our Nemo, maybe Germany will beat their asses’’, Villa said, making us smile. ‘’That would be one game to watch’’, Xabi said and everyone nodded and started making their predictions. I kept silent, opening the window and staring at the view from it, not saying a word. Bus stopped and we all went out. I expected it to be the same place, but it wasn’t. They were in a whole new residence that reminded of … ‘’No one told me about Greek theme here, I would have dressed differently’’, Pique said loudly, making everyone smile. I looked around, admiring huge columns, interesting patterns all the way down of them. We came in and I smiled at the ight of all waiter wearing white robes, some with the special head-bands. Yes, totally Greek style. ‘’Well, I should say that this is really, really unexpectable meeting.’’ I turned around to see Agger, who handled to me a hand that I shocked. ‘’Thought that you’ll make it to the final’’, he said and I nodded. ‘’We thought so too’’, I let out and he shrugged. ‘’Oh, let me guess: Argentina?’’ I nodded and he smirked. ‘’Dead team, it won’t be a surprise if they will this year’’, he said and we both went to the ball room from the hall. With a surprise I noticed that they were no tables that somehow divided teams. Only one huge table that was from one side to another, where players form different teams were sitting together. ‘’Great idea, huh? I’m tired of my lads’’, Agger let out and we both grinned, going to the side, where I could see Karim and Nasri, sitting alone with their Belgium friends. I nodded to Benzema and he nodded back, smiling. ‘’Oh well, je no speak Francais and Iker no speak Francais too’’, Daniel said before sitting in front of Karim. ‘’I can teach, no worries’’, he responded and Samir moved his chair to the side, so I could sit. We started nice talk, shortly after that we’re eating and then talking again. It was something refreshing, to be honest, not having your teammates with you. I love them all, of course, but something new is always good. And having Agger, Karim, Samir and two Belgiums in the face of Eden and Vincent as a company is really nice. I didn’t even notice how hour passed. Someone tapped on the microphone and we all turned around. I quickly spotted Nessa on the right from Fabian, I guess. She was wearing beautiful white dress in which she looked like a goddess. With gold edits on the dress over her neck and under breats; red hair in a braid and pushed on the left shoulder – I don’t think I have saw someone more beautiful that her now. Our gazes met and she smiled, nodding a bit. By my facial expression she probably understood what I think about her dress, because she blushed, turning to the man. I also noticed that Nessa is the one, who is standing from the right of him, because other two girls are standing from the left. And it seems like when I saw her all sound went off, because only now I noticed that he was actually saying something. ‘’…It was a pleasure for me to help you out here, and we all hope you enjoyed staying in Brazil. I wish this trip wouldn’t have ended for you, but this is competition and you all showed your best. Have a safe flight tomorrow and as for now, enjoy the evening.’’ Everyone clapped and he went out from the stage and for my surprise, nessa get closer to the microphone. I tensed up, leaning in. ‘’Good evening, everyone. I’m going to announce schedule for the flights. Belgium and France teams, busses will be waiting for you all at six in the morning, at seven Spain and England teams should be ready…’’, I stopped listening, mostly looking at the way her lips moved and I could almost feel how nervous she is. Nessa finished, smiling and going out as other two girls came closer. One of them kindly asked to check passports and everything, while another one simply stated that she will meet us all there, in the airport. ‘’Later in the evening will be special show for which you should go to the garden, don’t miss this’’, curly one said, going away. ‘’Enjoy your last night here, gentlemen’’, last one said, going from the stage too. In the next second some group of artists appeared on the scene, starting performing. I excused myself from friend and followed Nessa, don’t really caring about is this that obvious or not. She was about to turn to the left, when I caught her elbow, making her turn to me. ‘’Oh, Ike-‘’ ‘’You are just stunning’’, I let out and she blushed, smiling. ‘’Thank you’’, she mumbled and I came closer, wrapping my arms around her. She looked at me and bite her lip, acknowledging on what theme we’re going to talk. ‘’Will you be at the airport?’’ I asked and she looked up. ‘’Nizza will be there for all of you, but I will come, yes’’, she said and I nodded. I was not sure do we need to discuss it now, in this evening. And I think she didn’t really want to talk about it now, by the way she started playing with her braid, sign of nervousness. ‘’Nessa?’’ I called and she looked at me with her big eyes. ‘’I don’t want this to end’’, I whispered, touching our foreheads. ‘’Me too’’, she whispered back and interlaced our fingers. I wanted to kiss her so badly, but everyone was around and I doubt if I should do this. But she leaned in to me by herself, touching my lips with hers and making me throw all my doubts away. We kissed and all the emotions that I’ve been holding on since the game just had an exit in this kiss. I hold her closer to me, not wanting to let go, not wanting to ever leave her side. And her fingers messed with my hair and it just felt right, like the way it should be. We broke apart and she smiled. ‘’Let’s talk tomorrow, yeah? You will wait for the plane for kind of long time, anyways’’, she suggested and I nodded. It can always wait for tomorrow. I pecked her lips and pulled her to the ball room, but she shocked her head. ‘’I need to help other girls in the garden with show’’, she said and I sighed. Yeah, work always on the first place. ‘’I love you’’, she said quietly, caressing my cheek and leaning back. I smiled, nodding. ‘’Me too’’, I whispered and she smiled, turning around and going to the left. I stand still for some seconds, touching my cheek in the place her fingers did, before I turned around and went back to the ball room, smiling at the waving to me Karim and Daniel.

Stewart’s POV

‘’Oh, shit.’’ I rolled to the other side of the bed, not wanting to hear any more sound from Daniel. He kept on rambling under his breath about Anda, but I honestly stopped listening. Not only he has problems in his relationships. Yes, we had arranged everything with Gisele, but I don’t know did she speak to Fabian or not, when she will go to England and I don’t want to wait long for her. ‘’Just call her and tell everything, hell, shut up’’, I said loudly, throwing my pillow in his direction. ‘’You missed, idiot’’, he shouted and I rolled my eyes. ‘’I was not even looking!’’, I shouted back in my defense, sitting on the bed. I felt like shit, mostly because this is our last day here. I liked being here, yeah, weather is kind of a problem, but if not to count this, then I like it. And maybe I’m not still over the fact that we lost. I picked up my phone and dialed her number, laying on bed again. ‘’You have another tie?’’, Agger asked loudly and I ignored, as Gisele picked up. ‘’Good morning, babe’’, I mumbled and she replied with the same, making me smile. ‘’Stewart, do you have tie?’’ he repeated his question, but I ignored again, talking to my girlfriend. ‘’How are you?’’ I asked, staring at the ceiling. ‘’All good, picking dress for the ball and you?’’ I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to remember about what ball she is talking. I tried, but I couldn’t understand what is going on: Gisele is picking up dress, Agger is searching for a tie.. ‘’What time is it?’’ I asked and she laughed, saying that it’s actually half past two. Oh god, yeah, nice morning, dammit. ‘’We have ball?’’ I asked and she started to explain everything and then I almost got deaf by Agger’s :”ARE YOU DEAD THERE I’M ASKING FOR A TIE.’’ There was a silence and then Gisele started laughing and I stand up, going to my closet to see if there is something. ‘’I have bowtie’’, I replied after a while and then throw it on his bed. Getting phone back, I sighed and she chuckled on this. ‘’You love him’’, she stated and I smiled. ‘’I love you way more’’, I let out and cringed, when Daniel jumped right on me. ‘’Hi Giseleeee’’, he sang in an awful voice and I pushed him out of me, raising an eyebrow. This guy can’t divide moments when he should goof around and when he’s just being annoying pain in the ass. ‘’Okay, being serious, how do you do this thing?’’, he asked, pointing on a bowtie. Oh god, give me patience. ‘’I will see you on the ball, love’’, I said to the phone and cancelled call, staring at Agger. ‘’You little shit, you couldn’t wait a bit?’’ I asked and he pouted, pointing on the bowtie again. I sighed, quickly showing him how to a thing. ‘’So, she’s coming to England or not?’’, he asked and I shrugged. ‘’She’s about to, yeah’’, I replied and he nodded, but I already know that this is not the last question. ‘’When she’s coming?’’ ‘’I don’t know’’, I answered, standin up and going to my closet again. ‘’I actually am not sure in this, but she told me she will, so I trust her’’, I said, picking my suit. ‘’Ah, Stewy, you wore this one already, how can you wear it again?!’’ he asked in a girl voice, wiggling with his hands in the air. I chuckled, pulling him out of my bed and then picking another suit. After all of this, which actually took like hour or maybe even more, we’re in the ball and everything looked amazing, just like always. Not being a fan of architecture, I didn’t really look around, just directly went to the table. ‘’Can you pass- oh’’. I looked at Balotelli, who put little plate with lemons near me. Looking around, I realized that everything was mixed up here, which is good, I think. I was surrounded by mostly Italian footballers. And for my surprise, we actually made a conversation and they were extremely nice and funny. It’s always good to make new friends and I love doing this. ‘’Dear gentlemen, I’m happy to be able to stand right in front of you tonight.’’ I turned around and saw Fabian on the scene and then my gaze stopped on this beautiful creature, which I doubt is a human. People are not perfect, but she is. Wearing this white dress on one shoulder, even though it covered all her body, somehow she still managed to stay sexy and beautiful. This is something I will never ever get, how can she mix up those two. Her curls were falling freely on her shoulders, and I think the only thing that is not there is tiara. She should have one. When she came closer to the mircrophone along with the other girl, I hold my breath, waiting for what she will say. ‘’Just wanted to add that tomorrow will be a lot of controls, so please, get all of your passports and visas ready, please, don’t forget anything. Also, you need to have with you the document that we all give you for the first time. Thank you very much for attention’’, she said and went out. I looked around, noticing everyone’s stares at her and gripped my teeth. Well, having beautiful girlfriend has its own pros and cons. As soon as the show on the scene started, I stand up, going to the direction in which she disappeared not a while ago. ‘’Gisele?’’ I called, getting out of the ball room and looking around. ‘’Stewart?’’ She went to me, holding phone in her hands. ‘’Why did you leave?’’ she asked, coming closer. I smiled and touched her bare shoulder. ‘’I wanted to see you and tell how beautiful you are tonight. And you’re insanely beautiful’’, I let out and she grinned, shocking her head. ‘’Thank you’’, she said and I pulled her on me, smiling. ‘’Did you talk with your family and Fabian about England?’’, I asked and she nodded. ‘’I will go there in one week’’, she said and I nodded. I’m not happy about waiting for a week, but if to think that she could have not come at all, then week is a short time. She smiled at me, looking up. ‘’Find flat for me there, would you?’’ she asked and I nodded, grinning. ‘’Mine is too big for only me’’, I said and she chuckled. We both understand that this is actually a serious question. Gisele hesitated, biting her lower lip and then looking up at me. ‘’If there everything is messy, then I’m leaving’’, she said, narrowing her eyes on me and smiling. ‘’I’m going to become the worlds’ cleanest man’’, I said and she giggled, kissing my lips. I kissed her back, slowly leaning down and placing some kisses on her jaw line. ‘’You are just insanely, insanely beautiful’’, I let out and she blushed, smiling. ‘’I gotta go’’, she said and I nodded. Kissing her hand, I let go and she went to the garden, not looking back. I smiled, going back to the ball room and fighting the urge to jump, because she had just agreed on living in a one flat with me.

You know what? I won’t even speak of the game so after the final whistle I just ran to showers, took a bath and moved to the bus. Surprisingly I was the first one there, so I just waited for the others to come. My phone beeped several times letting me know I had a several messages but I don’t care. Actually I don’t care with anything else, I just want to get back to the hotel and have a good sleep until our flight back to Madrid. And so I did, but the sleep wasn’t that good after all. I sighed loudly and opened one eye at the time adjusting to the gloomy room atmosphere. Villa wasn’t in the room – I vaguely recalled him telling me he was going to enjoy the time with his family – so I just pulled all the blinds making the room as dark as I could. I turned around on the bed and hid my face on the pillow. It fucking hurts to lose at this time of the competition, especially after such a hard fight. Another sigh. Two knocks on the door made me groan and curse under by breath. I swear if it’s Iker, Sergio or Puyol with their pep talks I will kill them, because I’m not even in the mood to be nice to them. Two more knocks and I cursed again, while standing up. “Calm down I’m going.” I snapped loudly to whoever was on the other side of the door. I unlocked and opened it slowly leaning on the door to avoid the clarity on the outside. My eyes darted up to meet García with a bitter expression. “Are you lost García? I think your room with Iker is on the other wing of the building.” The midfielder rolled his eyes and pushed me inside not caring about my answer. I tried to reach him but his steps were bigger than mine so before I could even say a word he opened the curtains and blinds making the now sunset enter through the windows. “I hate you.” I mumbled, throwing myself in bed and burying my face on the pillow. “I love you too, enano.” I heard him wonder around and then sat. “Iker is in bad mood.” Like I’m in a better one. “Well, I think you should try Navas and Sergio’s room or even Reina and Albiol’s, here the mood is the same.” He snorted and sighed. “I don’t care.” Oh my, Javi García not being his usual self, guess the result got him hard to. I lifted my head and locked over my shoulder to see him check something on the phone. “You better go and have a shower; we have a ball to attend to.” My time to growl now; I hate these things, especially when they are like pity parties. “Sorry but I won’t go. Tell Vicente some lame excuse, you are a pro in it.” I reached out for my phone to see the time. “Not going to do that, if you want go talk to him.” Okay this is bit too much now, where is the Javi I know? I shifted to a sitting position and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “What’s up with the sarcasm?” He not even bothered to move his glance away from his phone. “Me? I think you should look at your attitude first.” He is seriously getting on my nerves now. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Finally he looked at me but his honey eyes were hard as stone. “David this ball is our last event where in Brazil, after this we will fly to Spain, have some three week vacation and then go back to Man City; which means that this is your last time with Nizza.” I gulped and looked down. “How do you even know?” I swear I could mentally see him shook his head. “Please like I have some confirmation. I read the media and I see you all goofy around her from the beginning. And I guess you should man up and go to the party. Your time is running out.” Saying this he got up and move towards the door. “On the lobby at 20:00h.” That wasn’t at all information but a command. To my surprise everyone was in the lobby, most of them with their headphones on or the older ones like Puyol, Reina, Villa, Valdés were talking on a far corner leaving the rest living on their own heads. I looked up and saw García near his girlfriend Elena – never liked her though. They kissed and she went away. “Dateless?” The Muleño turned around and half-smiled. “Na, she’s going with the other girls so we will meet at the party.” I nodded quietly and sat. “I see you changed your mind.” Javi commented and shrugged. Despite the elimination I think I have to thank Brazil for introducing me this amazing girl whom I ignored all day and it’s not fair. “Have you thought of what you are going to tell her or what do you want to do?” I sighed and looked away. “Chicos vamonos.” Vicente commanded and we all stood up going to the bus.

The party again was absolutely amazing however, this time there was a theme for what I could see. Greece? Yes, it’s ancient Greece for sure. García and I moved around the room to go meet his friends from the Portugal, Belgium and Brazilian Nt’s. I knew some of them by name but never personally until Javi introduced us all. There was David Luiz, Ramires and Marcelo from the Brazilian Nt, Axel Witsel and Steven Defour from the Belgium Nt, and Carlos Martins, Miguel Veloso and Fabio Coentrão from the Portugal one. We all talked a bit about the WC and most of the time about the new season that was about to start. Everyone wanted to win the championships and CL but of course we know that not everyone has that chance. An old voice made me turn my eyes to the stage and I’m glad I did it because there, under one of the spotlights, was the most beautiful woman ever. I smiled widely at her and licked my lips realizing how stunning she was on that Greek-alike dress that made her look like a true goddess. Nizz blushed and looked down with her breathtaking shy smile. To be honest I don’t even paid much attention to the speeches, only to my beautiful girl standing there. The lights of the stage diminished and some random band started playing. I excused myself to everyone and darted through the crowd to find her. Luckily for me she was just finishing giving some orders to some waiters and stood alone there with a tired expression. I tiptoed to her and glued her waist to mine and inhaled that devilish scent right before leaving a trace of kisses on her neck. She shivered and let out a small moan. “David, I’m working.” She protested, trying to turn to me but I just keep on grabbing her hips from the back. My lips traced down her neck and when they reached her collarbones I sucked it slightly. “We need to talk.” I mumbled in her ear, biting her earlobe. Nizz murmured something that I couldn’t get but agreed to come along with me. We walked to some garden not far from the main door. It was a beautiful garden, totally in the theme of the ball with tall white pillars reminding the ancient Greek and Roman temples. To make that vision even more magnificent, Nizza was there leaning in one of the pillars looking up to the night sky, her dark long hair shinning in a perfect contrast with the golden on her dress. I moistened my lips and shook my hair to get out of that illusion. Cleared my throat and she turned to me biting her lower lip, visibly nervous. “What are we going to do?” I know, probably this is not the best way to start the conversation, but I’m just as nervous and unsure about this as her. “I don’t know.” Her tone was low, so low that I almost couldn’t get it. I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had in me. “Nizz.” I called and she looked at me through her long eyelashes. “I had been almost two months since we came here, two months since I met you. Remember that first day when I told you to go ahead of me?” She smiled and I chuckled. “Yeah, I see you remember that as well. The thing is that, even if only two months have passed I feel that I know you for a long time. I tried not fall for you, I tried to resist because I knew this all could be just like a summer fling but I couldn’t. And here we are; you and me in this garden talking with me totally in love with you and wanting to ask you if you want to move with me to England.” She moved her head, looking at me with her dark beautiful wide eyes, surprise all over them. I gulped and reached out for her hand. “What do you say? Would you move with me?” She moved her mouth but nothing came out. I sighed and shook my head. Obviously she haven’t thought of that, who would after all this all is just too quick, too sudden, too fleeting. “You don’t need to answer right now, I know that you need to think after all this is a life changer.” I moved up the stairs, grabbed her by the waist and touched our foreheads. “I love you Nizza and I truly think we could make this crazy thing between us work, but it’s all up to you. I don’t want to pressure you after all is your life, but I won’t lie, I would be a bit sad.” I sealed our lips together in a long passionate kiss twisting my tongue along with hers in perfect harmony. We exchanged a couple more kisses and then hugged. I felt how her long fingers squeezed my back tightly like that could be some kind of goodbye. “C’mon, let’s go inside. I bet your friends are worried about you.” Hand in hand we walked back to the ballroom probably both plunged on our own thoughts.

Nessie’s dress: http://s42.radikal.ru/i098/1305/09/712e0ac10f54.jpg

Nizza’s dress: http://s017.radikal.ru/i404/1305/9d/deafc1807b4c.jpg

Gisele’s dress: http://s017.radikal.ru/i436/1305/a1/6613b6f491f0.jpg

Please do another chapter or you Fernando Torres story I love it so much 😘

wind-beneath-the-wings — Mon, 20 May 2013 11:59:13 -0400

Sorry for waiting, I have some problems, it will be up soon. - Nizza. xx

and it's over.

flowers-to-a-ghost — Sun, 19 May 2013 19:45:03 -0400

A week ago I posted a challenge for our lovely followers in which you could participate to win one three-shot. The week is passed so let’s see who won.

And the winner is… no one.

I waited and waited but I didn’t get votes enough so I’m sorry but I will have to cancel the challenge. I’m terribly sorry but I can’t do anything else.

Nevertheless, check the blog soon, maybe I will make something else.

A big kiss to every one ^.~

Both haha

wind-beneath-the-wings — Sat, 18 May 2013 06:10:07 -0400

I disagree, nothing great will happen with her ;D - Nizza. xx

Thank you so, so, so much! I absolutely loved it! Thanks. Also; I love Thomas Müller so it's like a two for one.. Haha. :D

wind-beneath-the-wings — Fri, 17 May 2013 16:15:14 -0400

Yay, you’re welcome ;) - Nizza. xx

AJSHDKJHSDFHGDJSGFLEJSGFBLDHBG;DLFJSLGDJ THAT IS WHAT I WANTED! PURE PERFECTION AS ALWAYS! OH GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH, BABY! I LOVE ITTTT SOOOOO MUCH! ❤❤❤❤❤

wind-beneath-the-wings — Fri, 17 May 2013 12:30:26 -0400

OLGAAAAAAAAA it wasn’t really that good, omg! But I love you moooooOOOOOOoooooOOOOre ;) - Nizza. xx

Can you read my first one shot its in my tag. I've never done before so if you could read it and give feedback that would be awesome Nizza and Nessie

wind-beneath-the-wings — Fri, 17 May 2013 12:27:58 -0400

I read it and submitted feedback, hope you get it ;) - Nizza. xx

One shot for mgomezing (Chloe and Bastian)

wind-beneath-the-wings — Fri, 17 May 2013 12:22:39 -0400

‘’And if there is something that you need to know, is that I love you. I love, love, love you so much. This is the truth, this is how it is and I hope maybe one day you will accept it. And when you will, when you really will accept the fact that I love you more than he ever will… you know where to find me.’’

Bastian re-read it again before tapping ‘’send’’ button and letting out loud sigh. It’s done He had just told her about his feelings like some scared teenage boy, not being able to say it in her face. But if he sees her, then he probably would end up not saying a word. This is the effect that she has on him, he’s just loss of words when it comes to her. But it’s not her fault that she’s beautiful. It’s his fault that he fell in love with girlfriend of his best friend. He shouldn’t have done it. From the very first moment Thomas came to that bar holding her hand, from the very first second he saw her face he knew that it was it. No matter how cheesy this sounds, but right form the start he knew he was in trouble. Bastian didn’t want to love her, God knows how much he struggled and how he tried to get her face out of his mind. God knows how his heart ached whenever Thomas kissed her in front of him. Chloe. This name turned into his whispers in the night, her voice echoed every second in his mind and her face appeared in front of him every time he closed his eyes. Bastian sat right on the pitch, looking around. She won’t come, will she? Of course no. She is probably still with Thomas, even though he cheated on her. Bastian heard that they got back together again and that she forgave him. Kind Chloe forgave this bastard, who doesn’t even know what kind of a brilliant he has near him. He was angry; angry because he would never do this to her, because she forgave him and because she loved him. Last statement was doubtful, but wouldn’t they get back together just because she loves him? Bastian left country for a month, he wasn’t sure if this true or no. He didn’t go and check though, there is always a case when this whole thing might be true and he sure as hell is confident that he doesn’t want to see her with him ever again. He left, hoping that this will help him forget her. Forget her smile, when he tells a joke; her blush, when he compliments her; her hugs, when they won game. He was always a friend for her, a friend that craved for her love like for nothing else ever in his life.

‘’Basti, seriously, you need to get girlfriend. I can help you with this. I mean, I know some girls that can be perfect for you’’, Chloe said and nudged him, smiling.

‘’I don’t really want a girlfriend for now’’, he replied and she pouted, making him smile.

‘’Why not, though? Tell me what kind of the girl you like, c’mon and I will find you the exact one, I promise’’, she said, looking at him.

Chloe was too close to him, her scent was invading his lungs, her smile didn’t help him to think straight either and he ended up telling what was on his mind, not even thinking it over:

‘’I like you.’’

His eyes widened and she watched her reaction. Chloe froze, but in the next second she laughed, saying that of course he likes her, they are best friends. And Bastian faked laugh too, saying that he bets she likes him too and Chloe nodded, smiling.

Footsteps. Bastian didn’t want to have anyone else, so he didn’t even bother to turn around. Probably some guy from the staff came to clean everything or check it.

‘’Everything is okay, you can go’’, Bastian said not turning around.

‘’Everything is far from being okay, Bastian.’’

This voice. He slowly turned around and stared at Chloe with shock. She didn’t even change only became more beautiful form the last time he saw her. She came closer, putting her bag on the grass and sitting next to him. He kept on staring at her profile, not being able to gather up strength to talk. And should he? Silenced was more comfortable for both of them.

‘’I think..’’, Chloe mumbled and turned to him, looking in his eyes. ‘’I think I deserved to hear this’’, she pointed on the phone, ‘’this from you.’’

Bastian swallowed, not saying a thing. Of course she will wonder this. He didn’t reply, not really knowing what to say here. Accept the fact that he’s weak? He is weak for her and he already accepted this. Chloe put phone aside, sighing.

‘’I broke up with Thomas two months ago’’, she spoke and he nodded, knowing this too well. ‘’And we never get back. So whatever you have heard by your arriving is not true.’’

Bastian turned to her, feeling so relieved. They are not together. She is single now. Chloe turned to him and raised an eyebrow. She wanted to ask why he left to another country without saying a thing to her. She wanted to know why he didn’t come to her and said that he loves her. But she didn’t because for now this was not that important. He is here and so is she, so maybe this is time to finally make something right.

‘’How are you?’’ Bastian asked, looking at her worriedly. ‘’Break up was rather rough and I left and-‘’

‘’Do you love me?’’ she asked, interrupting him. ‘’Do you really love me, Bastian?’’

‘’Thousand times yes’’, he blurted out not thinking for a second. ‘’I do, god, I do.’’

‘’Good. Because maybe I fall for the wrong German’’, she muttered, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, leaving him speechless and breathless. ‘’Kiss me?’’

‘’Oh damn, yes’’, he muttered, pulling her on him and smacking their lips together.

With satisfaction, Bastian thought that her lips taste exactly how he imagined they would be: with a bit of strawberry.

A/n: So I really like this one, hope you will too:) - Nizza. xx

One shot for wilsheresperfection (Olga and Thomas)

wind-beneath-the-wings — Fri, 17 May 2013 12:20:14 -0400

They were so different. Right from the start everyone questioned how the hell they can be together. Bubbly and loud Olga with quiet and serious Thomas. If you look at these two you would never ever thought that they are together. Mostly acting like best friends or enemies sometimes, they never really were a couple that shows off their relationships. Olga loved to get on his nerves; this is probably what she loved to do the most. Tapping floor with her feet, knowing that he absolutely hated it; scratch glass table with her nails, when he tried to get concentrated; she did everything what made him want to close his hands on her neck. It was hard for Thomas to somehow not kill her while she was doing all these things, but he managed to control himself. Sometimes at moments like that Thomas looked up at her and chuckled, when she pouted a bit and blinked fast, looking all naïve and angelic. Sometimes maybe it went out of line, so he got really angry, but anger always disappeared quickly with only one her touch. It, and now we’re talking about her touch, Olga’s touch, was magical. It could make him feel instantly better, which was by already very strange. Her touch was healing, he craved for it all the time and she knew it too well. Her hands always touched him gently; he called it touch of the butterfly. Her blue eyes stared at him with intense in those moments and he fell for her every time, not being able to look back. And Olga fell for him every single time, when he smiled, when those thin lips curled in a smile that reach his eyes. She always told Thomas to smile more, but he only shook his head, not really listening to this. He had no idea that Olga secretly took pictures of him in the moments, when he was reading a book and smiled at something from there or when he talked on the phone with his mom; she took those pictures and then saved them on her Mac, looking at them from time to time. As a couple. They were pretty strange too. And when I say ‘’strange’’ I mostly refer to their arguments. They were always big and loud, usually with shouts and sometimes with throwing plates. Olga was short-tempered and even though Thomas wasn’t, she quickly made him lose all his control with her sarcastic comments. You shouldn’t be a genius to guess that all of the arguments ended up in the bedroom, with their bodies tangled to each other and shattered moans filling the silence of the room. But if you think that this became their routine than you’re wrong. Olga always seemed to pop up with new ideas, their life was never boring. Of course it was not always all heated. They had very lazy days too, silence days, when they didn’t even move out from the bed, just stayed laying there, caressing each other and not saying a thing. Words were not needed, because in the end it was all about him and her and their love, which was without doubt very strong. Thomas didn’t go to trainings in those days, preferring to count moles on her back to running across the pitch for the ball with his teammates. And Olga didn’t go to job, really enjoying just being there with him. Even though they were so different, but it was not bad at all. Everything she is; is everything he’s not. They are like night and day, light and dark. She has everything what he needs and even in the moments when he hates her, love is still there, in his heart.

‘’Do you love me?’’

This questions escapes from her mouth naturally, before she can even think about it. Olga loves to ask this question and always hears different answer. Sometimes, she wish Thomas wouldn’t be so smart, so he would trip over on this question just for once, but he won’t. Looking in her eyes, he caresses her cheek with his fingers and smile.

‘’You own my heart, Olga. Yes, I love you. I do.’’

And those words warm her heart, making her want to scream how much she loves him. Instead, she cuddles to him, placing kisses all over his naked chest, knowing how much he likes it. They will have baby soon and it was so strange to realize that, because they didn’t really think that they could it make it, for such along time, together.

‘’We’re so different’’, she let out suddenly, looking up at him.

Thomas chuckled, pulling her close and placing his had on her yet flat stomach. He knew that she’s afraid. Who wouldn’t be? But he has faith in everything being okay and this is going to help him sleep peacefully. They are different, but it never, never messed their relationships, only made them better.

‘’Sunshine and rain make a beautiful thing together’’, he whispered, leaning in to seal their lips in a kiss.

A/n: okay so I’m like hundred percent sure this is not what you wanted, but I honestly didn’t get this song omg ;o - Nizza. xx

Suprisingly rooting for the girl with green eyes in Fernando story :)

wind-beneath-the-wings — Fri, 17 May 2013 04:35:21 -0400

Rooting to be her or rooting for her? :) - Nizza. xx

Aww i love Your Fernando Torres story! I like that olalla will fight for her man!! When are the next chapter? Xx

Thu, 16 May 2013 19:27:01 -0400

Awwwn, thank you!! I don’t know, but I try to make it up in the next week some day ;) - Nizza. Xx