FINALLY.
Yes, I know. I have disappeared for some donkey years, but what matters now is I'm back. (And I shall try to write as often as I can. :D)
Title: 5 things Xabi misses before going to Italy
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: G/PG
Word Count: 1054
Disclaimer: All lies. I do not own any characters, and I mean no harm should you find anything offensive in here. It's all fiction.
Summary: 5 things Xabi misses before going to Italy. (:
Note(s): Feedback would be great, thank you.
He's sitting on the plane to Italy, a piece of paper out in front of him, twirling the ball-point pen in his hand. He has his earphones on; he's listening to a recording of the song "You'll Never Walk Alone" sung by the fans, and he's wondering, 'When will I hear this again?'
There's no one sitting beside him; Nagore says she'll go over with the baby once he's settled everything there. He wasn't happy with her decision, but he understands she just didn't want the baby to move so quickly.
He stares out the window; at the airport he's been to so many times, going out of and coming back to Liverpool with the team. Oh, how he was going to miss those times, he realises. And that was also when he realises he was going to miss more then just the trips in and out of the country with the team. He clicks the pen, and he writes just one underlined word on the blank paper.
Fish and Chips
He remembers how it instantly becomes one of his favourite foods when he first came to this city. Steven had decided to take the new players out to help them get to know the city. They had fish and chips for lunch that fine afternoon.
He doesn't know why he loved that dish. It wasn't as if he hasn't had it in Spain before. He frowns, trying to think hard why. Was it the taste? Maybe the fish is fresher here? Better cooks? He had thought he wouldn't have liked it one bit at first; it was fish and he had had fish most of the time back in San Sebastian, but just one small bite and it had him hooked. (Maybe because it was Steven's favourite dish?)
He smiles upon a certain memory where, just a few days before his marriage, his captain came over to his house, slid his arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear, "We're having fish and chips at my wedding."
By now he's had a smile on his face, and another word written on the paper.
Scouse
He had never thought English could sound like that until he came. The introduction to his new captain by Carra had left him in such a confusion that till this day, he wondered what Carra had said on his first day at the training ground.
It had taken him quite a while to learn the language and adapt to the accent. He just knew he was going to miss the lads on the streets and the diner where he frequent, who, every time they saw him, would say in their peculiar accents, "Hey Xabi lad. How's it going? Good luck for the next game. And keep scoring those long distance goals for us Liverpool!" (He wondered how those words would sound like in Italian.)
The next word came to him quickly:
Anfield
The stadium, so rich with history and pride of the club.
He wondered what it would be like to walk into Anfield the next time, as the opposition, as part of a team wanting to knock Liverpool out of a competition. All he knew now was the feeling when one, playing for Liverpool, walked out onto the pitch, the glorious chant of the Kop echoing in one's ears. And even when one trained there at night, when the stadium was empty, one would still be able to hear the chanting.
He would miss reaching up to touch the Liverpool crest before walking out the corridor. He didn't see a point in doing that at first (he was ignorant when he first came. Wasn't everyone?), but after playing there for 4 years now, he understood.
Two names followed:
Lilly-Ella, Lexie
He would miss those two gorgeous girls. He loved them so much. (As much as he loved their father. Sometimes give or take a little.)
He remembers how the girls always run and crash straight into him whenever he came over to their home, and they would all fall to the ground, laughing hard. Then when they're all ushered into the house by Steven, the girls would ask him if he got them ice-cream and cookies, and everytime, he'd just give them their treats despite Steven's protests.
They would then have fun for the whole day. They'd beg him to show them the tricks he could do with the football out in the yard, and he'd play games or watch movies with them. At dinner, the girls would tell him everything that's happened to them at school, and after dinner, they'd settle down in front of the tv, eating ice-cream from a small bowl.
And when their energy's all run dry, he'd tuck them into bed, not before telling them of the festivals and the scenery in Spain instead of regular bedtime stories till they both fell asleep.
Steven
His mobile phone rang, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. He pulls out his earphones, puts the phone to his ear without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"X-Xabi, it's me."
"Steven."
"Yeah, Xabi, listen. I just called- I just called because I wanted to say--" There was a tap on his shoulder at this point, and he removes the phone from his ear, covering the mouth-piece.
"Sir, the plane is about to take off, please switch off your phone." The flight attendant says with a kind smile. Xabi nods back politely before he returned to his conversation.
"Sorry, the plane is about to take off. What did you say just now?"
(He thought he heard a disappointed sigh on the other end.) "N-nothing. I just wanted to say..." An uneasy pause settled between them. "I just wanted to say all the best in Italy, Xabi. That's all."
Xabi released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Well, thank you, Steven. I appreciate it." He says sadly. (Sadly? Why would he be sad? He wonders to himself.)
"We should hang up then, since your plane is leaving."
"Yes we should. Goodbye, and all the best to you too." ("and I will miss you," he wanted to add.) He pushes the 'off' button, then shoves the phone in his pocket.
The plane takes off. He's sitting on the plane, on the way to Italy.
Title: 5 things Xabi misses before going to Italy
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: G/PG
Word Count: 1054
Disclaimer: All lies. I do not own any characters, and I mean no harm should you find anything offensive in here. It's all fiction.
Summary: 5 things Xabi misses before going to Italy. (:
Note(s): Feedback would be great, thank you.
He's sitting on the plane to Italy, a piece of paper out in front of him, twirling the ball-point pen in his hand. He has his earphones on; he's listening to a recording of the song "You'll Never Walk Alone" sung by the fans, and he's wondering, 'When will I hear this again?'
There's no one sitting beside him; Nagore says she'll go over with the baby once he's settled everything there. He wasn't happy with her decision, but he understands she just didn't want the baby to move so quickly.
He stares out the window; at the airport he's been to so many times, going out of and coming back to Liverpool with the team. Oh, how he was going to miss those times, he realises. And that was also when he realises he was going to miss more then just the trips in and out of the country with the team. He clicks the pen, and he writes just one underlined word on the blank paper.
Fish and Chips
He remembers how it instantly becomes one of his favourite foods when he first came to this city. Steven had decided to take the new players out to help them get to know the city. They had fish and chips for lunch that fine afternoon.
He doesn't know why he loved that dish. It wasn't as if he hasn't had it in Spain before. He frowns, trying to think hard why. Was it the taste? Maybe the fish is fresher here? Better cooks? He had thought he wouldn't have liked it one bit at first; it was fish and he had had fish most of the time back in San Sebastian, but just one small bite and it had him hooked. (Maybe because it was Steven's favourite dish?)
He smiles upon a certain memory where, just a few days before his marriage, his captain came over to his house, slid his arms around his waist, and whispered in his ear, "We're having fish and chips at my wedding."
By now he's had a smile on his face, and another word written on the paper.
Scouse
He had never thought English could sound like that until he came. The introduction to his new captain by Carra had left him in such a confusion that till this day, he wondered what Carra had said on his first day at the training ground.
It had taken him quite a while to learn the language and adapt to the accent. He just knew he was going to miss the lads on the streets and the diner where he frequent, who, every time they saw him, would say in their peculiar accents, "Hey Xabi lad. How's it going? Good luck for the next game. And keep scoring those long distance goals for us Liverpool!" (He wondered how those words would sound like in Italian.)
The next word came to him quickly:
Anfield
The stadium, so rich with history and pride of the club.
He wondered what it would be like to walk into Anfield the next time, as the opposition, as part of a team wanting to knock Liverpool out of a competition. All he knew now was the feeling when one, playing for Liverpool, walked out onto the pitch, the glorious chant of the Kop echoing in one's ears. And even when one trained there at night, when the stadium was empty, one would still be able to hear the chanting.
He would miss reaching up to touch the Liverpool crest before walking out the corridor. He didn't see a point in doing that at first (he was ignorant when he first came. Wasn't everyone?), but after playing there for 4 years now, he understood.
Two names followed:
Lilly-Ella, Lexie
He would miss those two gorgeous girls. He loved them so much. (As much as he loved their father. Sometimes give or take a little.)
He remembers how the girls always run and crash straight into him whenever he came over to their home, and they would all fall to the ground, laughing hard. Then when they're all ushered into the house by Steven, the girls would ask him if he got them ice-cream and cookies, and everytime, he'd just give them their treats despite Steven's protests.
They would then have fun for the whole day. They'd beg him to show them the tricks he could do with the football out in the yard, and he'd play games or watch movies with them. At dinner, the girls would tell him everything that's happened to them at school, and after dinner, they'd settle down in front of the tv, eating ice-cream from a small bowl.
And when their energy's all run dry, he'd tuck them into bed, not before telling them of the festivals and the scenery in Spain instead of regular bedtime stories till they both fell asleep.
Steven
His mobile phone rang, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. He pulls out his earphones, puts the phone to his ear without even looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"X-Xabi, it's me."
"Steven."
"Yeah, Xabi, listen. I just called- I just called because I wanted to say--" There was a tap on his shoulder at this point, and he removes the phone from his ear, covering the mouth-piece.
"Sir, the plane is about to take off, please switch off your phone." The flight attendant says with a kind smile. Xabi nods back politely before he returned to his conversation.
"Sorry, the plane is about to take off. What did you say just now?"
(He thought he heard a disappointed sigh on the other end.) "N-nothing. I just wanted to say..." An uneasy pause settled between them. "I just wanted to say all the best in Italy, Xabi. That's all."
Xabi released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. "Well, thank you, Steven. I appreciate it." He says sadly. (Sadly? Why would he be sad? He wonders to himself.)
"We should hang up then, since your plane is leaving."
"Yes we should. Goodbye, and all the best to you too." ("and I will miss you," he wanted to add.) He pushes the 'off' button, then shoves the phone in his pocket.
The plane takes off. He's sitting on the plane, on the way to Italy.