Football Fan Fics

I leant back on the wall. I was knackered; I had been on my feet all day. I was helping my best friend, Irina, with her pre-wedding party. I insisted she went home to get some beauty sleep so that she was nice and fresh for her wedding tomorrow. While I stayed behind and helped clean up. I looked around the pub. It was a complete mess and the smell of alcohol was really getting irritating. I felt a little tipsy too, from all the drinks I’d had. I saw Cristiano walk out of the bathroom, I thought everyone had left. Cristiano looked awful, he was completely wasted, which was quite obvious from the way he stumbled towards me. 

“Hey,” he whispered. I could smell the alcohol in his breath.

“Shouldn’t you be getting home? You are getting married tomorrow. So much for I can’t drink because I’m a famous footballer.” I pointed out rolling my eyes and pouting at him.

“Nope.”                                      

“What do you mean nope?” I raised an eyebrow at him. I waited for an explanation but I didn’t get one.

He came closer to me and I pushed myself further into the wall. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I pushed him away, but it was no use: he continued kissing me down to my neck. I tried kicking him with my heels but they fell helplessly to the ground. I kicked and punched him, but it didn’t work he was determined. “I want you,” He whispered as he ran his hand down my back.

“Get off of me!” I protested.

He unclasped my bra and massaged my whole back. I gasped and tried to push once more.

***

My eyes flickered open. The room was dark, I felt around on my bedside table to check the time on my phone. I ran my hands over a lamp and ipod speakers. I didn’t have a lamp on my bedside table. I felt around for my phone again but I couldn’t find it. I turned on the lamp, the light hurt my eyes at first but once they had adjusted I looked around the room. It certainly wasn’t my room, whose was it? I tried to remember something, anything from last night that would help me understand why I was here. Nothing came to mind. I turned my head to the right and I saw him, I gasped. His eyes were blinking open and he was waking up. He stretched his arms out to yawn but his arm hit me in the chest. He opened his eyes looked at me and gasped too.

I couldn’t have…

I stood up and pulled the blanket with me, revealing more of Cristiano then I would have liked to have seen. I held the blanket around my body. I glanced around the room and picked up my pieces of clothing, my skirt, blouse and knickers from last night. I opened the bedroom door and looked around I saw many doors leading to god knows where.

I opened the nearest door to me and walked in, I slammed the door hard behind me. The room was completely dark. I could see the moon shining out of the window. I pulled on my knickers, and then my skirt as tears streamed down my cheek. I realized I hadn’t gotten my bra on my way out so I just slipped my shirt on without it. That shirt is adorable, I remembered Irina saying when I’d picked it out, her voice echoing around the room. The tears kept on coming. I rolled into a ball and let all the questions in my head escape.

I couldn’t have done it, right? He was getting married to my best friend. I was meant to be her maid of honour, how was I to face her now? Was I drunk? Was he? Why else would he have done it? He couldn’t have done it out of love – no it’s not possible.  

All these questions were unanswered for. But one thing was for sure. I was fucked…literally and figuratively speaking.

***

I heard a knock on the door, I didn’t say anything. I just pulled my knees closer to my chest. Cristiano pushed the door open a tiny bit. He walked in and sat next to me, “Do you remember anything from last night?” He asked. I shook my head, “Same here,” He answered. I looked down at my toes. Not daring to let him see my red, swollen eyes from the tears. “Sammy, you know that Irina can’t know.” I nodded, “You have to act completely normal around Irina. The wedding, it has to go on without drama. Okay?” I nodded. “We can move on from this. Right?” I nodded. “Come on Sammy, you have to get some sleep. It’s still three in the morning. You can sleep in the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” I shook my head. “Come on Sammy, you gotta get some sleep.” I let out a deep breath and nodded. “Promise me, promise me Sammy. That everything today is going to be fine. Irina is going to be oblivious about everything. Okay?” I nodded. “Talk Sammy, please.”

“I promise,” I croaked.

“I’m sorry Sammy,” he placed an arm on my back, “I must have been wasted. I would never ever use you like that. You know that?” I nodded, “You should get some sleep.” He stood up and leant an arm out to help me up. But I leant on the dressing table instead.

Just as he opened the door, “Cris,” I whispered.

He turned around, “Yes?”

“It meant nothing.”

“Si, it did mean nothing.”

I walked out of the room behind him and walked into the bedroom. I laid on the bed. I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the roof. I stayed in that position for the next 4 hours, completely awake, still and silent except for the sobs that escaped every once in awhile.

To be Continued.

Authors Note: Hope you enjoy it!! Any feedback is welcome! <3<3

I leant back on the wall. I was knackered; I had been on my feet all day. I was helping my best friend, Irina, with her pre-wedding party. I insisted she went home to get some beauty sleep so that she was nice and fresh for her wedding tomorrow. While I stayed behind and helped clean up. I looked around the pub. It was a complete mess and the smell of alcohol was really getting irritating. I felt a little tipsy too, from all the drinks I’d had. I saw Cristiano walk out of the bathroom, I thought everyone had left. Cristiano looked awful, he was completely wasted, which was quite obvious from the way he stumbled towards me.