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"Oh my god," you heard, making you glance up at Paulo in concern that something was wrong. The only thing you saw was him staring at his phone in shock and disbelief.

"What's wrong?" You asked, sitting up slightly from where you were lying down on the couch and scrolling on your phone. He didn't answer, though, which annoyed you a little bit. "Paulo? What happened?" He glanced at you, still in shock, and just repeated the same words he said before.

"Oh, for the love of God, talk to me! What's wrong?" You grabbed his arm and shook him a little, trying to get him to talk to you. Now you did get a reaction, but it wasn't the one you expected. Paulo jumped up so suddenly he nearly knocked his head into yours and then he turned to you with the biggest smile on his face.

"He's coming. He's coming!" He shouted and gripped your shoulders, shaking you a little bit in excitement but it didn't hurt so you didn't mind. What you did mind, however, was him being so goddamn vague.

"Who? Who's coming?" You asked, trying to calm him down so you could get a decent answer for once.

"Ronaldo! He's coming to Juventus! Oh my god!" Paulo shouted, and he was so happy that he started to jump around, taking care not to knock into the coffee table. You laughed, finally understanding what he was talking about. Paulo had always been a big fan of Cristiano Ronaldo so this was a big moment for him. You watched, amused, as he jumped around the living room and then picked up your small dog under his arm and threw him in the air and caught him, probably traumatizing the poor animal for the rest of its life. When he put the dog down again and started doing a weird dance that was a combination of the robot dance and some kind of shuffle dance, you unlocked your phone and started recording it. The world deserved to know how crazy your boyfriend was about Cristiano Ronaldo.

"Oh my god, babe, be careful!" You said while laughing when Paulo almost stumbled over his own feet. He was very graceful with a ball on the pitch but he wasn't the best at dancing. You had tears running down your face from laughing so much, but that was a common occurrence when you were living with Paulo.

He looked over at you, the same big grin still on his face, and stopped in his tracks when he saw you were recording him.

"Are you recording me?"

"Your reaction is too hilarious not to." You answered, backing up a little bit from where you sat on the couch when he took a step forwards, a mischievous glint now in his eyes.

"You'd better not put that online, Y/N."

"Why not?" you asked, "I think Ronaldo will appreciate seeing your reaction, no?"

You quickly pressed the button to stop recording and put your arms up in defence when Paulo shot himself at you, making sure not to hurt you when he crawled on top of you and tried to dodge your flailing arms so he could tickle you. He knew that was your weakness. You were so ticklish that people couldn't even touch your feet or they'd get kicked in the face. You laughed, shouting at him to stop but of course he didn't listen. He enjoyed teasing you liked this way too much.

"Don't put it online, please." He stopped tickling you for a moment and just looked at you but you shook your head. This was revenge for all the embarassing pictures he posted online of you, which he still insisted were cute and wouldn't take down. Paulo went back to tickling you but after a minute and an accidental kick to the stomach, which didn't hurt him too bad, he gave up and settled down.

He laid himself on top of you with his chin resting on his crossed arms, which were laying across your stomach. Your one hand was stroking through his hair, which you loved doing, and with your other one you were posting the video online, ignoring the fact that he was staring at you with a pout on his lips, trying to convince you one last time not to put the video on Instagram.

Just received the news that Cristiano Ronaldo is joining Juventus. I think I found your biggest fan @cristiano. He got so excited, he traumatized our dog and almost injured himself whilst jumping around. Love you @paulodybala, but you can't dance to save your life. Sorry babe x

Paulo sighed when his phone buzzed because he got a notification, sat up slightly, took his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. You eagerly watched his expression and knew the exact moment he saw the video because his face got the colour of a tomato.

"Oh god, you are such a mean person." He groaned, slumping forward to bury his face in your neck and you laughed out loud, your hands now on his hips, having abandoned their previous positions in favour of holding your boyfriend.

"If he actually sees this, I won't be able to look him in the eye when he comes to practice." Paulo mumbled against your neck and you rolled your eyes. He could be such a drama queen.

"He won't see this. He doesn't follow me on Instagram, so you can rest assured." You told him, running your hands a little higher up his back and hugging him around his waist.

He saw it.