From Me To You

Chapter 1 - Settling

Katalina's POV

I let out a yell in frustration.

I had unpacked my sixth box of total crap and was moving on to my seventh. The plan was to unpack everything in this apartment today. I don't like leaving what I can do today for tomorrow, and I absolutely can not live in a mess.

About an hour later once I finally finish folding the whole bunch of bed sheets that I apparently own, and putting them in a closet, I hear my phone vibrating somewhere in the apartment.

I scurry towards the living room and throw couch pillows across the apartment in a desperate need for my phone. Once I finally find it I swipe to answer the call immediately.

"Hello?" I ask a bit out of breath from holding it too long during the search.

"Kat!" my friend Noori yells on the other side of the phone.

"Hey, how are you?" I ask as I sit down.

"Good, good, just calling from Heathrow," she says.

"Oh God," I say as I cover my face with a hand. "The flight was today."

"Yes, that it was. Listen it's okay, I know you've probably been unpacking and at work and stuff."

"Yes, that's literally all I've been doing, but I dedicated today to unpacking and it's a living hell," I explain as I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"My flight departs in a couple of minutes, just wanted to call before I board," she sighs.

"Listen, call me when you get to Dubai, okay? I know it's a vacation and I'll be busy as hell anyway, but make sure to call me, at a reasonable hour too please," I smile.

"Of course, of course, don't worry. You'll probably be the first person I call anyway. How's everything going?" Noori inquires.

"It's-it's all good actually, I had the presentation a couple of days ago, I met the coach and the team captain, not anyone else though, that I'll finally do tomorrow. I've been in and out of the office filling in major paperwork but tomorrow I can finally gather the guys' information," I tell her.

"Oh, that sounds good, I'm glad it's all-"

"Shit!" I exclaim and cut her off. "I was supposed to call Keylor to have lunch with him today, he wanted to help unpack and go grocery shopping with me," I say before I check my phone for messages.

"I forgot you already know him and isn't it a bit too late for lunch over there?" she mocks me.

"Dinner it is, if he isn't pissed at me. Listen, love, I should call him and finish up unpacking, you have a safe flight alright? I love you."

"I love you too, Kat. I'll talk to you soon. Take care."

I hang up and immediately call Keylor. I plead for forgiveness but he insists it's all fine. He was the one guy on the Costa Rican team who I went out with a lot, he's a great friend of mine and he took a lot of pressure off my shoulders when deciding on the move to Spain. He even recommended me quite a bit.

Ten minutes later he finally arrives at my place and we make our way to the supermarket nearby.

"Plums," he points out as he moves the cart for me and I check things off my impromptu list.

"You know me so well," I smile at him. "So tell me. Tell me about your teammates a bit."

"There's really not much to say actually," he grimaces.

I give him a questioning look and he lets out a gasp.

"They're all nice guys and all, talented players, but I don't speak to them much. I've played one game, the bench is my turf. I speak to the new transfers a lot, well James cause of the Spanish, Kroos is just little things, Iker is super nice though."

"Yeah, I've met him," I point out.

"I mean I speak to them, I'm just under selling it, you know how I am."

"I do know how you are and I can tell you're just painfully nervous and not putting yourself out there enough," I explain.

"No, no, forget what I said, they're all great. I go out with some of them at least once a week. You know it's just being the new buy, we're accepted but not-"

"Fully accepted," I nod. "Me at the office."

"How's it all going by the way?" he asks as we make our way to the third aisle.

"It's all good actually, I'm 'accepted' sure but I don't mind not fitting in as much since my primary focus is to deal with all of you," I gesture.

"That makes sense," Keylor nods.

He tells me a bit more about the team and Spain as we finally finish up shopping. We make our way to a local deli to pick up some sandwiches to take back to my place and I ask him how he arrived at my place so soon.

"So, this neighborhood is kind of new and it's the only place with pretty affordable apartments around the offices, some of the new buys and players live near too," he explains. "In fact, Kroos lives in the building across from yours, James a couple of blocks west, I know Modrić lives a block away and so do I," he explains as he helps me shift my mattress onto the bed frame.

We've been done with dinner for a couple of minutes now and Keylor insisted on helping me with some furniture. Thanks to him the living room is all set and the main pieces in the bedroom as well. The only thing left to do in my new apartment is to unpack my books and clothes while Keylor helps to put up some shelves in my bathroom and put up my shower doors.

We talk over the sound of the power drill and through the walls as I finish up in the bedroom. Once he finally shows up in my room after finishing with the doors I begin to thank him profusely. It's almost nine at night but it's fairly light out as Keylor decides to head back home. I show him out the building, not just the apartment, and thank him endlessly once again.

"Don't worry, it was fun Kat, it's good to see you again," he smiles.

"You're the best. Take care. I'll come visit your place soon, but I'll see you tomorrow at the stadium," I say before hugging him goodbye.

I go back up to my finally finished apartment and decide to take a long hot bath before going to bed.