5 Things
Title: Sometimes things just don't go the way we want them to
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Fernando Torres, Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, Kaka/Andriy Shevchenko, Frank Lampard/John Terry, David Beckham/Michael Owen
Word count: 254, 276, 418, 490, 329
Summary: Er, read the title.
Disclaimer: None of all that you're about to read is true. It's all in my head... ...
Hold Me
(A/N: I don't really like this one. Feels kinda... choppy. Sorry 'bout that.)
“Hey, there’s still the next World Cup.”
Cesc looked up and into the eyes of Fernando.
“That’s easy to say.” The younger of the two said.
He was not going to feel any better. No matter what was said or what was done, nothing could erase the memory of defeat. You’ll just have to keep moving on and trying and trying again until you savour the sweet taste of victory. Only then, will defeat seem like a stepping stone. But now, it felt like a boulder in his path.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” Fernando asked, taking a seat beside him.
Cesc felt he should stop acting like a baby. It wasn’t as if he was the only one on the team. Fernando was probably feeling just as miserable too, and yet here he was, trying to cheer him up.
“Well…” There was something Cesc had in mind. It was a simple gesture, but it would mean the world to him. “Nothing…” He said in the end, shaking his head, like a teenage schoolgirl too afraid to admit to her crush that she likes him. He stole another look at Fernando, thinking how wonderful it would be to lie in his arms. A hug from him could drive all his grief away.
Almost as though Fernando could read his thoughts, the striker reached out as if to pull Cesc close to him.
And Cesc waited in anticipation…
… only to be disappointed by an innocent friendly pat on the back.
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Kiss Me
(A/N: Meant to be crack and less angsty compared to the rest.)
“Xabi.”
He looked up at the sound of his name being called. “Hmm?”
Steven was staring at him with the most intense expression. Xabi swore his heart skipped a beat at that moment.
“Don’t move.” The Liverpool captain commanded.
Xabi didn’t move. He wondered what was Stevie up to. When Stevie began to lean forward, Xabi’s heart started to beat twice its normal pace.
He glanced around nervously. Rafa had given the team a break from training. Most of the boys, like Stevie and Xabi, were resting on the pitch. If Stevie was going to kiss him, they were certainly going to draw a lot of unwanted attention. Xabi was not complaining about being kissed by the captain, but couldn’t he find a better place to do it?
And why now? It was so… out of the blue.
Had he been that obvious in showing that he liked Stevie?
Stevie was so close, their noses were almost touching. Oh god, this is it… Xabi closed his eyes and waited. He waited for Stevie’s lips to touch his, not really caring if anyone was watching.
“Done.”
Xabi’s eyes snapped open. Stevie was grinning and waving a small blade of grass at him.
“It was caught in your hair.”
It was so unexpected, Xabi didn’t know how to react. In the end, he decided to just sigh in exasperation. Stevie looked at him in confusion. Xabi could almost hear his thoughts. Was it something I did? Yes, Stevie. It was something you did. Or didn’t do.
Xabi got off the pitch and walked over to Luis, ready to tell his friend how dense some people can be sometimes.
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Say You Love Me
(A/N: I apologise if I made them sound like 15-year-olds xD)
“Ricky? I’ve got something important to tell you. Mind if I come up?”
Sheva sounded excited. Kaka wondered what this ‘important’ matter was. He was tired after a day’s training and was in no condition to entertain the team captain at home.
“Couldn’t you just tell me over the phone?”
He hoped he didn’t sound too whiny.
“Er… No, not really. I need to tell it to you in person.”
Now what could be so important that Sheva needed to tell it to him face-to-face? Kaka began to think of all the possibilities.
“You’re the most important person to me in Milan, Ric.”
Sheva sounded as if it was a matter of life and death and that Kaka absolutely had to hear it.
A thought hit the Brazilian. Could it be…? He bit his lips and toyed with the idea. He didn’t want to place too much hope in it for fear of greater disappointment.
“Ricky? Are you there?”
“Um, yea.” Well, no harm in hearing him out, right? “Sheva? You can come on up.”
“Great! I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
Kaka immediately began to feel nervous. How should he react if - IF - Sheva really said those three important words to him? Those words that he had been wanting to hear for so long…
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“Hey.” Sheva was smiling widely. And Kaka’s heart started to speed up.
“Come in.” He let Sheva walk towards the couch. “Want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m fine. Come sit here.”
And Kaka went over to sit beside the Ukrainian.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. And… and I’ve finally decided.”
To tell me that you love me? Kaka thought.
“I…”
Love you?
Sheva took a deep breath. “I just want you to know that it’s a very difficult decision to make.”
Just get on with it already. How difficult is it to say three words?
“I…”
Kaka held his breath. This is it. This is it.
“I’m moving to Chelsea.”
Kaka wanted to cry. But he knew that Sheva was waiting for some kind of positive reaction from him. He choked back a sob and worked up a smile.
“That’s… great!” He gave Sheva a long hug, knowing very well this would probably be the last time and that the next time they meet on the pitch, they could be enemies. “You’ll do well in Chelsea.” He said as he pulled away.
“Thanks.” Sheva smiled. “You’re the best friend I have in Milan.”
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Stay With Me
(A/N: I like this one the most =P Wasn't really meant to turn out so sad, but it did.)
“Shhh!” Frank hissed, pressing a finger to his lips. But not only did that not discourage John from trying to wake up the whole neighbourhood, it made him howled out in laughter even louder. The Chelsea captain looped his arm around his deputy for support. “You look like a bloody kindergarten teacher! Shushing me up like I’m some 3-year-old!”
“Shut up.” Frank grunted, shoving John through the front door before stumbling in himself. What seemed to be just a few innocent rounds of drinks with the lads earlier had somehow evolved into a drinking game. To decline getting involved was not an option.
Frank tried to find the switch, but failed miserably. He already had troubles with the door and the keys and that pretty much sapped up whatever energy and common sense he had left. He gave up finding the switch soon after.
“Frank? Where’re you?” John called out in a slur. Thank god neither Elen nor Luna was at home. Frank went in the direction of John’s voice, bumping against random pieces of furniture in the process. He got to John, eventually, and guided them both into a room. He was quite amazed he was able to complete such a feat in his current condition.
They both collapsed into the bed, John on top of Frank. This was almost too good to be true for Frank. For months he had been fantasising about this day… this night… this moment.
He put his hands around John’s neck and pulled the other man closer. John’s half-closed eyelids suggested that he wasn’t aware of who he was about to kiss. Their lips were just millimetres away when John’s phone chose to ring, ruining the moment.
John leaped off Frank, a surprisingly quick and nimble movement for one so drunk.
“’Lo?”
Frank could hear Toni screaming on the other side of the line. John seemed to have some difficulty comprehending her, but basically, he agreed to get home as soon as possible.
“Stay?” Frank pleaded in the dark. It wasn’t the first time he wished the captain would remain by his side, but it was the first time he had the courage to ask aloud. Maybe it was because he had the darkness to conceal him. Maybe it was because they were both drunk (but Frank was not drunk enough to not know what he was doing).
John, who was reaching for the doorknob, stopped in his tracks. He half turned, as though considering Frank’s plea. Frank heart felt like exploding from anticipation.
“I…” John started to say.
Please stay, please stay…
“I think… I’m gonna need you to help me call a cab.”
Frank slowly nodded and then willed his body to pick up the phone and dial the number. Right. Of course he needs me to call him a cab. That’s what I’m for. I’ll always be here for you, John. Always supporting, always waiting, always behind you… Never beside.
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Don't Let Go of Me
(A/N: I like this one too =) Hope you will as well ^^)
‘If you tell me to stay, I will.’
David checked his watch for the 10th time that hour. An announcement had just been made for passengers to board the plane. That would give him another 30 minutes tops before a last call would be issued and the gates closed.
David sat at the edge of his seat, anxiously glancing towards the airport entrance every 15 seconds or so. Had he a flower in his hands, he would be plucking off the petals one by one, reciting “He would come, he would not come… He would come, he would not come…”
The night before, David and Michael had gone drinking. He had banished the thought of a large-scale farewell party from the start. Sure, he was going to another country for a better future, but why do they all seem to think he was delighted to leave? There were some things he did not want to be separated from. Topping the list was Michael.
Initially, he was contented with having one last night with Mikey. But he had to shoot off his mouth. After realising what he had said, he made a quick exit. He attributed his silliness to the horrendous effect of alcohol. Mikey was probably under the same spell, so he was 99% sure his friend had not heard what he said. But the last 1% desperately wished Mikey understood his words and would show up this morning. Don’t let me go, Mikey. Please.
20 minutes have passed and David started to make his way to the gate. Just when he began to give up hope, he received a message on his phone. It was from Mikey. Hope rekindled like a dying flame fed with oxygen. If Mikey asked him to stay… David would give up whatever future he would have and remain here, by Mikey’s side. With shaky fingers and a nervous heart, he pushed the button to read the message.
‘Good luck in Spain. Bon voyage.’
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Fernando Torres, Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso, Kaka/Andriy Shevchenko, Frank Lampard/John Terry, David Beckham/Michael Owen
Word count: 254, 276, 418, 490, 329
Summary: Er, read the title.
Disclaimer: None of all that you're about to read is true. It's all in my head... ...
Hold Me
(A/N: I don't really like this one. Feels kinda... choppy. Sorry 'bout that.)
“Hey, there’s still the next World Cup.”
Cesc looked up and into the eyes of Fernando.
“That’s easy to say.” The younger of the two said.
He was not going to feel any better. No matter what was said or what was done, nothing could erase the memory of defeat. You’ll just have to keep moving on and trying and trying again until you savour the sweet taste of victory. Only then, will defeat seem like a stepping stone. But now, it felt like a boulder in his path.
“What can I do to make you feel better?” Fernando asked, taking a seat beside him.
Cesc felt he should stop acting like a baby. It wasn’t as if he was the only one on the team. Fernando was probably feeling just as miserable too, and yet here he was, trying to cheer him up.
“Well…” There was something Cesc had in mind. It was a simple gesture, but it would mean the world to him. “Nothing…” He said in the end, shaking his head, like a teenage schoolgirl too afraid to admit to her crush that she likes him. He stole another look at Fernando, thinking how wonderful it would be to lie in his arms. A hug from him could drive all his grief away.
Almost as though Fernando could read his thoughts, the striker reached out as if to pull Cesc close to him.
And Cesc waited in anticipation…
… only to be disappointed by an innocent friendly pat on the back.
---
Kiss Me
(A/N: Meant to be crack and less angsty compared to the rest.)
“Xabi.”
He looked up at the sound of his name being called. “Hmm?”
Steven was staring at him with the most intense expression. Xabi swore his heart skipped a beat at that moment.
“Don’t move.” The Liverpool captain commanded.
Xabi didn’t move. He wondered what was Stevie up to. When Stevie began to lean forward, Xabi’s heart started to beat twice its normal pace.
He glanced around nervously. Rafa had given the team a break from training. Most of the boys, like Stevie and Xabi, were resting on the pitch. If Stevie was going to kiss him, they were certainly going to draw a lot of unwanted attention. Xabi was not complaining about being kissed by the captain, but couldn’t he find a better place to do it?
And why now? It was so… out of the blue.
Had he been that obvious in showing that he liked Stevie?
Stevie was so close, their noses were almost touching. Oh god, this is it… Xabi closed his eyes and waited. He waited for Stevie’s lips to touch his, not really caring if anyone was watching.
“Done.”
Xabi’s eyes snapped open. Stevie was grinning and waving a small blade of grass at him.
“It was caught in your hair.”
It was so unexpected, Xabi didn’t know how to react. In the end, he decided to just sigh in exasperation. Stevie looked at him in confusion. Xabi could almost hear his thoughts. Was it something I did? Yes, Stevie. It was something you did. Or didn’t do.
Xabi got off the pitch and walked over to Luis, ready to tell his friend how dense some people can be sometimes.
---
Say You Love Me
(A/N: I apologise if I made them sound like 15-year-olds xD)
“Ricky? I’ve got something important to tell you. Mind if I come up?”
Sheva sounded excited. Kaka wondered what this ‘important’ matter was. He was tired after a day’s training and was in no condition to entertain the team captain at home.
“Couldn’t you just tell me over the phone?”
He hoped he didn’t sound too whiny.
“Er… No, not really. I need to tell it to you in person.”
Now what could be so important that Sheva needed to tell it to him face-to-face? Kaka began to think of all the possibilities.
“You’re the most important person to me in Milan, Ric.”
Sheva sounded as if it was a matter of life and death and that Kaka absolutely had to hear it.
A thought hit the Brazilian. Could it be…? He bit his lips and toyed with the idea. He didn’t want to place too much hope in it for fear of greater disappointment.
“Ricky? Are you there?”
“Um, yea.” Well, no harm in hearing him out, right? “Sheva? You can come on up.”
“Great! I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
Kaka immediately began to feel nervous. How should he react if - IF - Sheva really said those three important words to him? Those words that he had been wanting to hear for so long…
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“Hey.” Sheva was smiling widely. And Kaka’s heart started to speed up.
“Come in.” He let Sheva walk towards the couch. “Want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m fine. Come sit here.”
And Kaka went over to sit beside the Ukrainian.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. And… and I’ve finally decided.”
To tell me that you love me? Kaka thought.
“I…”
Love you?
Sheva took a deep breath. “I just want you to know that it’s a very difficult decision to make.”
Just get on with it already. How difficult is it to say three words?
“I…”
Kaka held his breath. This is it. This is it.
“I’m moving to Chelsea.”
Kaka wanted to cry. But he knew that Sheva was waiting for some kind of positive reaction from him. He choked back a sob and worked up a smile.
“That’s… great!” He gave Sheva a long hug, knowing very well this would probably be the last time and that the next time they meet on the pitch, they could be enemies. “You’ll do well in Chelsea.” He said as he pulled away.
“Thanks.” Sheva smiled. “You’re the best friend I have in Milan.”
---
Stay With Me
(A/N: I like this one the most =P Wasn't really meant to turn out so sad, but it did.)
“Shhh!” Frank hissed, pressing a finger to his lips. But not only did that not discourage John from trying to wake up the whole neighbourhood, it made him howled out in laughter even louder. The Chelsea captain looped his arm around his deputy for support. “You look like a bloody kindergarten teacher! Shushing me up like I’m some 3-year-old!”
“Shut up.” Frank grunted, shoving John through the front door before stumbling in himself. What seemed to be just a few innocent rounds of drinks with the lads earlier had somehow evolved into a drinking game. To decline getting involved was not an option.
Frank tried to find the switch, but failed miserably. He already had troubles with the door and the keys and that pretty much sapped up whatever energy and common sense he had left. He gave up finding the switch soon after.
“Frank? Where’re you?” John called out in a slur. Thank god neither Elen nor Luna was at home. Frank went in the direction of John’s voice, bumping against random pieces of furniture in the process. He got to John, eventually, and guided them both into a room. He was quite amazed he was able to complete such a feat in his current condition.
They both collapsed into the bed, John on top of Frank. This was almost too good to be true for Frank. For months he had been fantasising about this day… this night… this moment.
He put his hands around John’s neck and pulled the other man closer. John’s half-closed eyelids suggested that he wasn’t aware of who he was about to kiss. Their lips were just millimetres away when John’s phone chose to ring, ruining the moment.
John leaped off Frank, a surprisingly quick and nimble movement for one so drunk.
“’Lo?”
Frank could hear Toni screaming on the other side of the line. John seemed to have some difficulty comprehending her, but basically, he agreed to get home as soon as possible.
“Stay?” Frank pleaded in the dark. It wasn’t the first time he wished the captain would remain by his side, but it was the first time he had the courage to ask aloud. Maybe it was because he had the darkness to conceal him. Maybe it was because they were both drunk (but Frank was not drunk enough to not know what he was doing).
John, who was reaching for the doorknob, stopped in his tracks. He half turned, as though considering Frank’s plea. Frank heart felt like exploding from anticipation.
“I…” John started to say.
Please stay, please stay…
“I think… I’m gonna need you to help me call a cab.”
Frank slowly nodded and then willed his body to pick up the phone and dial the number. Right. Of course he needs me to call him a cab. That’s what I’m for. I’ll always be here for you, John. Always supporting, always waiting, always behind you… Never beside.
---
Don't Let Go of Me
(A/N: I like this one too =) Hope you will as well ^^)
‘If you tell me to stay, I will.’
David checked his watch for the 10th time that hour. An announcement had just been made for passengers to board the plane. That would give him another 30 minutes tops before a last call would be issued and the gates closed.
David sat at the edge of his seat, anxiously glancing towards the airport entrance every 15 seconds or so. Had he a flower in his hands, he would be plucking off the petals one by one, reciting “He would come, he would not come… He would come, he would not come…”
The night before, David and Michael had gone drinking. He had banished the thought of a large-scale farewell party from the start. Sure, he was going to another country for a better future, but why do they all seem to think he was delighted to leave? There were some things he did not want to be separated from. Topping the list was Michael.
Initially, he was contented with having one last night with Mikey. But he had to shoot off his mouth. After realising what he had said, he made a quick exit. He attributed his silliness to the horrendous effect of alcohol. Mikey was probably under the same spell, so he was 99% sure his friend had not heard what he said. But the last 1% desperately wished Mikey understood his words and would show up this morning. Don’t let me go, Mikey. Please.
20 minutes have passed and David started to make his way to the gate. Just when he began to give up hope, he received a message on his phone. It was from Mikey. Hope rekindled like a dying flame fed with oxygen. If Mikey asked him to stay… David would give up whatever future he would have and remain here, by Mikey’s side. With shaky fingers and a nervous heart, he pushed the button to read the message.
‘Good luck in Spain. Bon voyage.’