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what the hell I just did..... I kind of wrote a fic....fiction.. not true thing.
Title: Now I know it never should have been a surprise
Fandom:Football RFT
Pairing:Leo Messi/Antonella, Leo Messi/Ibrahim Afellay
Rating: IDK, there is mention of sex but nothing else
Summary:Antonella comes home and finds something she didn´t expect to find.... This is my first time writing anything like this. I have no idea why I did it. I just came to my mind and I had to write it down. AND NOTHING WRITTEN HERE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH REALITY. ALL IS PURE FICTION.
The title is from 3 Doors Down song Believer.
Words. Words after words. She can´t understand them, not when she can barely hear them. She opens her eyes and see Leo in front of her. Leo is talking. Talking with his quiet, gentle voice. She looks at him, but doesn´t see him. She can´t see Leo like he is now. Instead her mind is filled with sight she saw earlier. It is like burned to her mind. The only thing she can think. Leo and that other man. No, she can´t listen. She can´t think. She can´t breathe. How can Leo do something like this to her?
She had always known that she loved Leo more than Leo loved her. She could live with it, she could live football being the most important thing in Leo´s life. But this. What is this? Why? Why did Leo do this to her? Wasn´t she pretty enough? What's that strange, serious boy has that she hasn´t? This is not the Leo she has learned to know. It can´t be. She tries to breath. Tries to calm down. Leo has fallen silent. She looks at him and realizes he is not even sorry. Or if he is, he is sorry she saw them, not sorry because he did it. She feels disgusted. Here in their own home.
She had gone to shop with her friends, but had come home earlier, because Julia had got a migraine. There had been unfamiliar car in the driveway, but she hadn´t really paid any attention to it. Just some friend stopping by. Not before she had came in and head the first groan. From the living room. She had walked there, but that point she hadn´t thought it was anything special. Then he had seen them. First an unfamiliar man´s back. Naked back. Leo naked beneath him. And then heard Leo say that boy´s name. Ibrahim. She had just stood there, unable to move, to scream, to do anything.
When they noticed him, they both just stopped and for a moment no one had moved. There had been one second of ultimate stillness. Then she had finally walked away. To kitchen. Where she was sitting now. Leo was there too. And the boy. The tall, strange, Dutch boy was still somewhere in the house. Ibrahim. Ibrahim Afellay. She had met him once or twice, but he had never seemed important to her, there had never seemed to be anything special in him. Most certainly she had never thought that she would find him in her living room fucking with her fiance. She looked her ring, beautiful, simple diamond ring that Leo had bought him some months ago. Maybe he had already then fucked with the other man. Suddenly she couldn't stand the feel of metal against her finger and tugged the ring away and put it on the table. Leo´s gaze followed her movement, but he didn´t say anything.
He didn´t say anything. Well, he had never really said anything, not when it came to their future. She had planned, talked about getting married and buying a bigger house, founding a real family with kids and all. He had just hummed something, what she had thought as agreement. Maybe it wasn´t it after all. Maybe Leo wanted something totally different, she didn´t know anymore. She looked Leo, who met her gaze. His gentle brown eyes met her little darker shaded.
There was something wet dripping on her hand. Tears. She was crying. But she didn´t want to cry. She wanted to shout. She wanted to hit Leo. Hurt him, because he hurt her so badly, so deeply. She has never felt anything more painful. They were silent, she cried and he watched. There were no words anymore. Then she hears steps and Ibrahim appeared in the doorway. He looked nervous and sorry, more than Leo. He said something, but all she could see, hear and understand was the look on Leo´s face. He looked the other man like he was everything. He had never looked her like that. Never. And that was, when she knew. Leo was in love, but not with her. With that boy. When she turned her gaze back to the doorway, the boy was already gone. She was relieved, for one second, before the pain come back.
She looked Leo, who answered her gaze. Neither one said anything. There were no words left. She felt so tired, exhausted. All she wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up and realize that this was just terrible nightmare. Finally Leo talked. She listened his quiet, simple words. Listened how he said how sorry he was, how he didn´t want to hurt her, but he had just fallen in love with Ibrahim. She listened, but it still didn´t make any sense. Why that boy? She could have maybe understand if the man would have been Xavi, Andres, Victor, Macherano or David. Someone from canterano, someone who understands football and was from LaMasia, someone who bleed blaugrana like Leo. But why this Dutch boy?
When she finally asked that, Leo frowned. Because he is special. Because there is something in that boy that touches his soul and heart and made him happy. All she could do was stare. Stare Leo and try to realize that her future has just changed drastically. The worst thing was that she understood, she had never reallygot Leo, never got really inside him. To her Leo had always been surprise, a gift from heaven, someone so precious, but always strange. She had thought it wouldn´t matter, that they had time rest of their life to get know each others. There would be no time anymore. There were nothing, nothing to her. She was unnecessary, not needed, there was no place for her in Leo´s life anymore. There were no words left to say.
Please excuse my terribleness.
Title: Now I know it never should have been a surprise
Fandom:Football RFT
Pairing:Leo Messi/Antonella, Leo Messi/Ibrahim Afellay
Rating: IDK, there is mention of sex but nothing else
Summary:Antonella comes home and finds something she didn´t expect to find.... This is my first time writing anything like this. I have no idea why I did it. I just came to my mind and I had to write it down. AND NOTHING WRITTEN HERE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH REALITY. ALL IS PURE FICTION.
The title is from 3 Doors Down song Believer.
Words. Words after words. She can´t understand them, not when she can barely hear them. She opens her eyes and see Leo in front of her. Leo is talking. Talking with his quiet, gentle voice. She looks at him, but doesn´t see him. She can´t see Leo like he is now. Instead her mind is filled with sight she saw earlier. It is like burned to her mind. The only thing she can think. Leo and that other man. No, she can´t listen. She can´t think. She can´t breathe. How can Leo do something like this to her?
She had always known that she loved Leo more than Leo loved her. She could live with it, she could live football being the most important thing in Leo´s life. But this. What is this? Why? Why did Leo do this to her? Wasn´t she pretty enough? What's that strange, serious boy has that she hasn´t? This is not the Leo she has learned to know. It can´t be. She tries to breath. Tries to calm down. Leo has fallen silent. She looks at him and realizes he is not even sorry. Or if he is, he is sorry she saw them, not sorry because he did it. She feels disgusted. Here in their own home.
She had gone to shop with her friends, but had come home earlier, because Julia had got a migraine. There had been unfamiliar car in the driveway, but she hadn´t really paid any attention to it. Just some friend stopping by. Not before she had came in and head the first groan. From the living room. She had walked there, but that point she hadn´t thought it was anything special. Then he had seen them. First an unfamiliar man´s back. Naked back. Leo naked beneath him. And then heard Leo say that boy´s name. Ibrahim. She had just stood there, unable to move, to scream, to do anything.
When they noticed him, they both just stopped and for a moment no one had moved. There had been one second of ultimate stillness. Then she had finally walked away. To kitchen. Where she was sitting now. Leo was there too. And the boy. The tall, strange, Dutch boy was still somewhere in the house. Ibrahim. Ibrahim Afellay. She had met him once or twice, but he had never seemed important to her, there had never seemed to be anything special in him. Most certainly she had never thought that she would find him in her living room fucking with her fiance. She looked her ring, beautiful, simple diamond ring that Leo had bought him some months ago. Maybe he had already then fucked with the other man. Suddenly she couldn't stand the feel of metal against her finger and tugged the ring away and put it on the table. Leo´s gaze followed her movement, but he didn´t say anything.
He didn´t say anything. Well, he had never really said anything, not when it came to their future. She had planned, talked about getting married and buying a bigger house, founding a real family with kids and all. He had just hummed something, what she had thought as agreement. Maybe it wasn´t it after all. Maybe Leo wanted something totally different, she didn´t know anymore. She looked Leo, who met her gaze. His gentle brown eyes met her little darker shaded.
There was something wet dripping on her hand. Tears. She was crying. But she didn´t want to cry. She wanted to shout. She wanted to hit Leo. Hurt him, because he hurt her so badly, so deeply. She has never felt anything more painful. They were silent, she cried and he watched. There were no words anymore. Then she hears steps and Ibrahim appeared in the doorway. He looked nervous and sorry, more than Leo. He said something, but all she could see, hear and understand was the look on Leo´s face. He looked the other man like he was everything. He had never looked her like that. Never. And that was, when she knew. Leo was in love, but not with her. With that boy. When she turned her gaze back to the doorway, the boy was already gone. She was relieved, for one second, before the pain come back.
She looked Leo, who answered her gaze. Neither one said anything. There were no words left. She felt so tired, exhausted. All she wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up and realize that this was just terrible nightmare. Finally Leo talked. She listened his quiet, simple words. Listened how he said how sorry he was, how he didn´t want to hurt her, but he had just fallen in love with Ibrahim. She listened, but it still didn´t make any sense. Why that boy? She could have maybe understand if the man would have been Xavi, Andres, Victor, Macherano or David. Someone from canterano, someone who understands football and was from LaMasia, someone who bleed blaugrana like Leo. But why this Dutch boy?
When she finally asked that, Leo frowned. Because he is special. Because there is something in that boy that touches his soul and heart and made him happy. All she could do was stare. Stare Leo and try to realize that her future has just changed drastically. The worst thing was that she understood, she had never reallygot Leo, never got really inside him. To her Leo had always been surprise, a gift from heaven, someone so precious, but always strange. She had thought it wouldn´t matter, that they had time rest of their life to get know each others. There would be no time anymore. There were nothing, nothing to her. She was unnecessary, not needed, there was no place for her in Leo´s life anymore. There were no words left to say.
Please excuse my terribleness.