5 Things Fic!
Title: (How) 5 People found out about Stevie & Xabi
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, so don't sue me.
Word Count: 1972, I’ve never written this long. XD
Summary: Title = Summary
Notes: Comments make me smile. Un-betaed. Hope you enjoy.
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001; Luis Garcia
The away game at Bordeaux. After you'd won with a goal from Crouch, everyone went for a drink at the hotel pub. You sit with Mark, slowly sipping you drink while watching Carra make a fool of himself by singing off-tune on stage while he drunk. Daniel and Sami tried to bring him down, but he refused to. Daniel and Sami struggled to get him down, but all he does is mutter a few incomprehensible words and push them away. The three of them create a comedy on stage and you and Mark can't help but laugh at the sight.
You feel a little tipsy after a while; laughing and drinking just don't go together sometimes. You get off your seat and head for the exit of the pub. Just as you push open the door, you hear someone call your name.
"Luis!" You turn to find Daniel coming towards you. You put a hand on your slightly spinning head.
"Yeah?"
"The silly captain's left his wallet in there." He said pointing back into the pub. "Since you're going up, do you mind dropping it by his room?" You stare at him for a little while, it took you a while to comprehend what he was saying before you mutter a "si" and take the wallet from him.
You make you way up to the 12th level where your room was situated, along with all your other teammates. You drowsily make your way to Stevie's room to return the wallet, turning down the same corridors, which lead to your room. You stop in front of his room, knocking on it, you call his name at the same time. You pause after a while, waiting for someone to answer the door.
Nobody answers. You find it weird. You knock again, and still no one answers the door. You lean against door, trying to listen if your captain was in there, but all you hear is moaning and shuffling, the same sounds that you hear from Mark and the same sounds that even you yourself make at times. You grin to yourself, and decide to return your captain his wallet tomorrow.
***
You open the door, dressed for breakfast. Your eyes settle on the couple leaning on the door a little more than a few steps away from you, their lips on each other's, your captain's hands wandering all over his midfield partner. You smile inwardly, and when you meet them for breakfast, you could not help but mutter, "I know what you did last night". Their expressions were one you could never forget.
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002; John Arne Riise
14th February, Valentine's Day. Training was just over and you enter the locker room with the rest of the team. Everyone’s making an effort to pack their things up eager to rush home to their wives or girlfriends to spend the night romantically with. You don't rush. You enter the shower, and even before you were done, most of your teammates had already rushed off home. You chuckle to yourself in the shower.
You emerge fresh from the shower, only to see the room left with less than half of the team. You get dressed, and within that period of time, everyone had left, leaving only you and Xabi. Xabi stood by his locker, a pink envelope and a red card in his hand. Smiles crept across his face time after time. He seemed oblivious to his surroundings.
You don't notice Xabi there until you finish tying your shoelaces and stood up to leave for home. The smiles on his face arouse your curiosity. You walked as slowly as possible behind him, and all the while, he doesn't seem to notice you creeping around the room. Probably too engrossed in his love letter. You think, before suppressing a laugh. You creep up behind his back, and peer over to read the card.
He sees your shadow creeping over him, and he closed the card as quickly as he could. You stood leaning on a locker, a grin fixed on your face; you'd caught the name scribbled at the end of the card. He turns red, (to you, it was redder than Liverpool red.) and avoids your gaze best as he could.
"Xabi, are you and Steven-" You begin.
"Don't tell anyone." He says in a calm voice. You're surprised that even though he'd turned all red, he could still remain so calm.
"So how long have-" You try again.
"Just don't tell anyone."
"What if Alex-"
He turns around and glares at you straight in the eye, the colour of his face no longer red. "Just don't tell anyone." He says again. A grin spreads across your face again; you nod slowly as he walks out of the room.
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003; Jamie Carragher
A party was held in your house to celebrate your birthday. Your wife, Nicola, had decided to hold it, despite your protests that a simple celebration with just the both of you and your children would do the trick. She’d insisted, saying that birthdays were meant to be celebrated with lots of people. You had no choice but to agree.
You sit in the main hall, with loud music, chattering away with Peter. Your can of beer runs dry, and you put your current conversation on hold to get a drink, and at the same time, look for your best friend and his midfield partner.
You open the fridge door, sighing to yourself. Nicola was right. This way of celebrating your birthday was better. You grab a can of beer and walk around your house, looking for Stevie.
You find him beside your pool, hands wrapped tightly around someone’s waist. You couldn’t actually see who it was at first due to the number of drinks you’ve had, but as your eyesight cleared after a while, you realize it’s Xabi.
You get a big shock next; when Stevie leans closer to Xabi, then presses his lips against the younger Spaniard’s. You swore you could feel the vomit half way out of your throat, but then settled when part of you tells you that you should have anticipated this the minute Liverpool had won the Champion’s League Cup. You saw them kiss once, what’s another time to you? You chuckle silently to yourself, before deciding to leave the couple alone and not telling anyone of the messy affair they’re getting themselves into.
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004; Cesc Fabregas
You stop in front of the elevator, pressing the button as you wait. Sergio, Iker, Fernando, and David stop beside you, chattering away. You look around, but don’t see Xabi, who has been appointed your roommate just for this friendly with England in Manchester.
“Where’s Xabi?” You ask them. Sergio looks at you, a questioning look in his eyes.
“He’s your roommate, shouldn’t you know where he is better than us?” Came the reply. You roll your eyes at him. The elevator arrives and you all entered.
You all talk about the different football leagues you’re in. Sergio talks all about the wonders of Real Madrid, while David retorts with how Valencia would catch up with them and win the league. Fernando keeps quiet, nodding and shaking his head whenever someone asks for his opinion. You decide to chip in a little to the conversation with what you’d heard about the recent transfer in Real Madrid.
“I’ve heard that Becks has gone over to the USA. Is it true?” you ask Sergio with curiosity in your eyes. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course it’s true.” He says to you. Then mumbles something, probably something bad, about Becks. You thought you saw Iker flinch at what Sergio had said. From all the Real Madrid matches you watched, you concluded that Becks and Iker had quite a close relationship.
“And what about your Arsenal?” Sergio asks, winking at you. “How are things going on between you and Van Persie?” You roll your eyes, and you swear you could have strangled him right on the spot. There was nothing between you and Robin. The elevator stopped moving, and you all stepped out. You don’t even want to answer Sergio’s question, so you walk straight while the others make a turn at a corridor. You mutter a soft “see you tomorrow”, and then head off to your own room.
You silently open the door, thinking that Xabi might be asleep in the room, but what you heard caused your slightly tired eyes to nearly pop open. You’d walked in, yawned and slipped off your shoes, then took only another step before you heard Xabi whispering the words “I love you too, Stevie” over his cellphone. It was shocking to you, you’ve never thought Xabi, Xabi of all people, would fall for an English, and that English, unfortunately, was the vice captain of the opposition. You feel like kicking yourself, how could you not notice when you were both in the same league? As shocking as it was, you still walk into the room as he puts the phone down.
He looks up as you walk in. Your body tenses, what if he asks about what you heard? You can feel his eyes following your every move around the room as you change and get ready for bed. He doesn’t say anything, and after a while, you feel his gaze leave you. You slip into your bed, and he switches off the lights. And then, in the darkness, he says, “I’m not the only one with a English, you can go ask iker.”
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005; Iker Casillas
You enter the dressing room, slipping your goalkeeper’s gloves on. The dressing room is buzzing with excitement, your teammates wanting to kick some English butt. David slings sees you walking by, he slings his arm around you, saying, “Keep those balls out of the goal!” You laugh, then took his arm off your shoulder. He winks at you, and then leaves you alone. Your stomach is in knots, you hate going up against England, David’s England. More knots are tied in your stomach as David enters your thoughts. You sigh to yourself. You hate being a goalkeeper. You feel like your whole country or club you’re playing for is depending on you to guard those goalposts. You look around for Xabi, knowing that he was good to confide in when you’re this worried.
You eyes scan the room for him, but you just couldn’t find him. You get up, dressed in your kit. Where was Xabi? It was only moments from the match. You walk out of the room in search for him.
You see the England staff, as well as some of their players, walk down the corridor to the dug out. You begin to worry more with each passing second towards kick off. What if you concede a goal? What if Spain doesn’t score? What if you let in more than just one goal? What if Spain loses? You get more and more nervous, and without knowing it, you stop at the front of the England changing room.
The door was left ajar, and even though you knew that the English players, if any were in there, were going to scream at you for entering without permission. But instead of knocking before you enter, you just pushed the door open without saying anything.
And even before you say anything, you see Xabi in there, pinned to the wall, by - You thought your eyes had played a trick on you. He was pinned to the wall by the opposition’s captain Steven Gerrard?! Gerrard closed in on your teammate, bringing his lips to Xabi’s. You quickly get out of the room before they notice you. You lean on the wall next to the door, taking deep breaths, calming yourself. All the worried thoughts had vanished in your head. All you could think of was: So I’m not the only one.
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I’ve finally finished this after trying to get it out of my brain for such a long time. I couldn’t help but involve Becksillas in the last two. Written around/during the England - Spain friendly, and while I have a few tests here and there, so… yeah. XD And I just realised what wonderful music My Chemical Romance and Panic!At the Disco produces. XD I know, I'm WAY slow.
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG?
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them, so don't sue me.
Word Count: 1972, I’ve never written this long. XD
Summary: Title = Summary
Notes: Comments make me smile. Un-betaed. Hope you enjoy.
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001; Luis Garcia
The away game at Bordeaux. After you'd won with a goal from Crouch, everyone went for a drink at the hotel pub. You sit with Mark, slowly sipping you drink while watching Carra make a fool of himself by singing off-tune on stage while he drunk. Daniel and Sami tried to bring him down, but he refused to. Daniel and Sami struggled to get him down, but all he does is mutter a few incomprehensible words and push them away. The three of them create a comedy on stage and you and Mark can't help but laugh at the sight.
You feel a little tipsy after a while; laughing and drinking just don't go together sometimes. You get off your seat and head for the exit of the pub. Just as you push open the door, you hear someone call your name.
"Luis!" You turn to find Daniel coming towards you. You put a hand on your slightly spinning head.
"Yeah?"
"The silly captain's left his wallet in there." He said pointing back into the pub. "Since you're going up, do you mind dropping it by his room?" You stare at him for a little while, it took you a while to comprehend what he was saying before you mutter a "si" and take the wallet from him.
You make you way up to the 12th level where your room was situated, along with all your other teammates. You drowsily make your way to Stevie's room to return the wallet, turning down the same corridors, which lead to your room. You stop in front of his room, knocking on it, you call his name at the same time. You pause after a while, waiting for someone to answer the door.
Nobody answers. You find it weird. You knock again, and still no one answers the door. You lean against door, trying to listen if your captain was in there, but all you hear is moaning and shuffling, the same sounds that you hear from Mark and the same sounds that even you yourself make at times. You grin to yourself, and decide to return your captain his wallet tomorrow.
***
You open the door, dressed for breakfast. Your eyes settle on the couple leaning on the door a little more than a few steps away from you, their lips on each other's, your captain's hands wandering all over his midfield partner. You smile inwardly, and when you meet them for breakfast, you could not help but mutter, "I know what you did last night". Their expressions were one you could never forget.
~
002; John Arne Riise
14th February, Valentine's Day. Training was just over and you enter the locker room with the rest of the team. Everyone’s making an effort to pack their things up eager to rush home to their wives or girlfriends to spend the night romantically with. You don't rush. You enter the shower, and even before you were done, most of your teammates had already rushed off home. You chuckle to yourself in the shower.
You emerge fresh from the shower, only to see the room left with less than half of the team. You get dressed, and within that period of time, everyone had left, leaving only you and Xabi. Xabi stood by his locker, a pink envelope and a red card in his hand. Smiles crept across his face time after time. He seemed oblivious to his surroundings.
You don't notice Xabi there until you finish tying your shoelaces and stood up to leave for home. The smiles on his face arouse your curiosity. You walked as slowly as possible behind him, and all the while, he doesn't seem to notice you creeping around the room. Probably too engrossed in his love letter. You think, before suppressing a laugh. You creep up behind his back, and peer over to read the card.
He sees your shadow creeping over him, and he closed the card as quickly as he could. You stood leaning on a locker, a grin fixed on your face; you'd caught the name scribbled at the end of the card. He turns red, (to you, it was redder than Liverpool red.) and avoids your gaze best as he could.
"Xabi, are you and Steven-" You begin.
"Don't tell anyone." He says in a calm voice. You're surprised that even though he'd turned all red, he could still remain so calm.
"So how long have-" You try again.
"Just don't tell anyone."
"What if Alex-"
He turns around and glares at you straight in the eye, the colour of his face no longer red. "Just don't tell anyone." He says again. A grin spreads across your face again; you nod slowly as he walks out of the room.
~
003; Jamie Carragher
A party was held in your house to celebrate your birthday. Your wife, Nicola, had decided to hold it, despite your protests that a simple celebration with just the both of you and your children would do the trick. She’d insisted, saying that birthdays were meant to be celebrated with lots of people. You had no choice but to agree.
You sit in the main hall, with loud music, chattering away with Peter. Your can of beer runs dry, and you put your current conversation on hold to get a drink, and at the same time, look for your best friend and his midfield partner.
You open the fridge door, sighing to yourself. Nicola was right. This way of celebrating your birthday was better. You grab a can of beer and walk around your house, looking for Stevie.
You find him beside your pool, hands wrapped tightly around someone’s waist. You couldn’t actually see who it was at first due to the number of drinks you’ve had, but as your eyesight cleared after a while, you realize it’s Xabi.
You get a big shock next; when Stevie leans closer to Xabi, then presses his lips against the younger Spaniard’s. You swore you could feel the vomit half way out of your throat, but then settled when part of you tells you that you should have anticipated this the minute Liverpool had won the Champion’s League Cup. You saw them kiss once, what’s another time to you? You chuckle silently to yourself, before deciding to leave the couple alone and not telling anyone of the messy affair they’re getting themselves into.
~
004; Cesc Fabregas
You stop in front of the elevator, pressing the button as you wait. Sergio, Iker, Fernando, and David stop beside you, chattering away. You look around, but don’t see Xabi, who has been appointed your roommate just for this friendly with England in Manchester.
“Where’s Xabi?” You ask them. Sergio looks at you, a questioning look in his eyes.
“He’s your roommate, shouldn’t you know where he is better than us?” Came the reply. You roll your eyes at him. The elevator arrives and you all entered.
You all talk about the different football leagues you’re in. Sergio talks all about the wonders of Real Madrid, while David retorts with how Valencia would catch up with them and win the league. Fernando keeps quiet, nodding and shaking his head whenever someone asks for his opinion. You decide to chip in a little to the conversation with what you’d heard about the recent transfer in Real Madrid.
“I’ve heard that Becks has gone over to the USA. Is it true?” you ask Sergio with curiosity in your eyes. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Of course it’s true.” He says to you. Then mumbles something, probably something bad, about Becks. You thought you saw Iker flinch at what Sergio had said. From all the Real Madrid matches you watched, you concluded that Becks and Iker had quite a close relationship.
“And what about your Arsenal?” Sergio asks, winking at you. “How are things going on between you and Van Persie?” You roll your eyes, and you swear you could have strangled him right on the spot. There was nothing between you and Robin. The elevator stopped moving, and you all stepped out. You don’t even want to answer Sergio’s question, so you walk straight while the others make a turn at a corridor. You mutter a soft “see you tomorrow”, and then head off to your own room.
You silently open the door, thinking that Xabi might be asleep in the room, but what you heard caused your slightly tired eyes to nearly pop open. You’d walked in, yawned and slipped off your shoes, then took only another step before you heard Xabi whispering the words “I love you too, Stevie” over his cellphone. It was shocking to you, you’ve never thought Xabi, Xabi of all people, would fall for an English, and that English, unfortunately, was the vice captain of the opposition. You feel like kicking yourself, how could you not notice when you were both in the same league? As shocking as it was, you still walk into the room as he puts the phone down.
He looks up as you walk in. Your body tenses, what if he asks about what you heard? You can feel his eyes following your every move around the room as you change and get ready for bed. He doesn’t say anything, and after a while, you feel his gaze leave you. You slip into your bed, and he switches off the lights. And then, in the darkness, he says, “I’m not the only one with a English, you can go ask iker.”
~
005; Iker Casillas
You enter the dressing room, slipping your goalkeeper’s gloves on. The dressing room is buzzing with excitement, your teammates wanting to kick some English butt. David slings sees you walking by, he slings his arm around you, saying, “Keep those balls out of the goal!” You laugh, then took his arm off your shoulder. He winks at you, and then leaves you alone. Your stomach is in knots, you hate going up against England, David’s England. More knots are tied in your stomach as David enters your thoughts. You sigh to yourself. You hate being a goalkeeper. You feel like your whole country or club you’re playing for is depending on you to guard those goalposts. You look around for Xabi, knowing that he was good to confide in when you’re this worried.
You eyes scan the room for him, but you just couldn’t find him. You get up, dressed in your kit. Where was Xabi? It was only moments from the match. You walk out of the room in search for him.
You see the England staff, as well as some of their players, walk down the corridor to the dug out. You begin to worry more with each passing second towards kick off. What if you concede a goal? What if Spain doesn’t score? What if you let in more than just one goal? What if Spain loses? You get more and more nervous, and without knowing it, you stop at the front of the England changing room.
The door was left ajar, and even though you knew that the English players, if any were in there, were going to scream at you for entering without permission. But instead of knocking before you enter, you just pushed the door open without saying anything.
And even before you say anything, you see Xabi in there, pinned to the wall, by - You thought your eyes had played a trick on you. He was pinned to the wall by the opposition’s captain Steven Gerrard?! Gerrard closed in on your teammate, bringing his lips to Xabi’s. You quickly get out of the room before they notice you. You lean on the wall next to the door, taking deep breaths, calming yourself. All the worried thoughts had vanished in your head. All you could think of was: So I’m not the only one.
---
I’ve finally finished this after trying to get it out of my brain for such a long time. I couldn’t help but involve Becksillas in the last two. Written around/during the England - Spain friendly, and while I have a few tests here and there, so… yeah. XD And I just realised what wonderful music My Chemical Romance and Panic!At the Disco produces. XD I know, I'm WAY slow.