Diez [Lionel Messi/Cristiano Ronaldo FanFic]

Chapter 15

"Ola, Marisol. Sergio, puede usted darnos un minuto?" Cris asks his club teammate without even glancing at him and staring at me.

"Uh sure. Hey, Mari," Sergio Ramos says awkwardly before giving me a kiss on the cheek and running off to see his girlfriend.

I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, "Então... você está pronto para a Copa do Mundo?"

"You see me for the first time in months and thats what you ask me?" He asks aggressively.

I sigh, "Não, but I'm pretty sure you won't talk to me about Junior or anyone else in the family."

Cris looks away, "Junior asks about you all the time. And Rodrigo and Beatriz and Eleanor and Dinis. They keep wondering why you won't come around. Rod and Dinis are mad that Cristianinho got to see while he was in the hospital."

"I miss them too..." I smile sadly at him. After he stays silent for a few moments I continue,"Did anybody come here to watch you?" I wonder if my family came to support him.

"No. I told them to stay back and support me from Madeira," he responds scratching his neck.

"Oh..." I whisper disappointedly.

Awkward silence encompasses us before he speaks again. "So... you and Messi are doing ok I see."

I nod my head, "Yeah..."

Then he says something that surprises me, "I'm glad."

"Qual?"

"I'm glad he hasn't hurt you, Mari."

I give him a wary look, "Thank you?"

He takes a deep breath before looking at me, "Eu falto, princesa."

I jump in his arms with a few tears in my eyes, "Eu senti tanto sua falta, Cris." He hugs me back tightly and kisses me on the side of my head.

I smile at him brightly as he releases me, "So when we get back... Can I come around and see Junior, por favor?"

"Sim, and maybe Messi... Tianinho loves to watch him online," he says while rolling his eyes. I burst out laughing at his comment.

"That's so funny and ironic, Meu Deus," I continue to laugh.

Once my laughter died down, I gasped, "I forgot, congratulations! I'm so proud of you for winning the Champions League!" I say and hug him once again.

"Graças, all I could think about while I was there was how you weren't," he whispers the last part in my ear.

"Cris..."

"Não, it's my fault but I still wish you were there."

"I watched it at home?" I say that came out more like a question than a statement.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm pretty sure whichever house you were in, your company was not exactly rooting for us," he sats with a pointed look towards my boyfriend who is keeping an eye on us incase anything happens.

I chuckle, "Eh, the only one really against you was Geri."

He looks around before spotting a model, "Marisol, can we continue this conversation after the World Cup? I can't really do anything here, but I just wanted to tell you that I'm not mad anymore." I nod my head, understanding what he was actually trying to say was that he still doesn't approve of our relationship.

"Eu te amo, Mari," He says giving me a kiss on the forehead before going off to see that model.

"Love you," I whisper back.