5 things fic!
Title: 5 times Stevie said 'I love you' to Xabi
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Lies lies lies, a huge bunch of lies, though I do want it to be true. >.<
Summary: Title = Summary
Author's Notes: Second fic, feedback is always welcome. For the New Year. Happy New Year to everyone.
Well, actually this is supposed to be for Christmas, but unfortunate technical errors and different events happening in my life kept me from writing this. So, finally, when it's the LAST day of my freaking December holidays, I managed to spit this out. Sigh.. I'm so not looking forward to going back to school tomorrow. XD Hope you enjoy this.
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001;
Istanbul. You have always wanted to whisper those words into his ears, to tell him how you feel about him ever since you first saw him. You have never thought you'd win the Champions League. And when you saw Jerzy save Shevchenko's penalty, the bubble in you just exploded and you rush forward to hug and squeeze and pat Jerzy for his efforts.
You are soon handed the Champion's League trophy none of you thought you'd win. As you run around the pitch with the silverware in your jubilance, you catch sight of him, the smile on his face shining with joy. You catch his eye, and you scream the words "I Love You" out.Nobody could hear you, much less himself. Your voice was drowned in the shouts and cheers of your fans. But he seems to have caught what you thought nobody could have heard.
Later, as you all pose for all the media to take pictures, you turn around, knowing he is behind you, and you ask for a kiss from him. He hesitates for a moment, but he still leaned forward to plant that quick peck on the lips.
You thought no one had seen what you both had done, but nothing could escape the photographers.
002;
It was the World Cup. After debating in your own mind for the past half hour whether or not to call him, you finally pick up your phone and dialled the number you'd familiarised yourself with. It just slipped your mind that Spain had a match an hour later.
"Hola."
"Hey Xabi."
"Stevie?"
"Yeah. Uh.. I-"
"Stevie, I've got a match coming up in the next hour, I can't talk now."
"Xabi, wait, I-"
"Stevie, please."
"Xabi, I love you."
Pause.
"I love you too."
003;
You were at a bar with the rest of the team. You didn't want to go, but Carra had dragged the whole team along. Sure, you were happy that you'd won your first away game of the league, but all you wanted was some sleep and you thought that this didn't need to have such a big celebration. You sit in the corner of the bar, sipping your beer, but soon you find yourself sending a drunk Xabi home in you car. You sigh as you look at him from your rearview mirror. As you move further, he tries to sit up, and after several attempts, he finally gets up when you pull over in his drive way.
You manage to help him into the house, but a loss of balance while lying him on the couch cause you both to fall onto the couch. You look into his brown eyes, and he looks back at you.
"I love you," You say softly. He smiles, and just brings his lips to yours.
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You wake up naked in his bed the next morning.
004;
You sit side by side at the back coach after defeating Charlton 3-0 away, your fingers are entwined together, but out of sight of your team mates. He lies on your shoulder and closes his eyes, tired after the match. You feel happy, not just because you'd won another away game, but because both you and him had scored to enable the win. You take a deep breath. You find it weird how he can sleep when Carra and the remainder of the team are celebrating the win at the front. You smile to yourself and squeeze his hand. You lean in and whisper a soft "I love you" into his ear. You think he wouldn't be able to hear you, partly because he's asleep and partly because the noise in the front of the coach was a little too loud.
But he squeezes your hand softly, and you know he's heard you. You smile and lean back on the headrest, closing your eyes as the coach made it's way back home.
005;
It was one of those days when Alex goes on her 24-hour shopping trips. You'd invited Xabi to your house to help take care of your girls. You stand by the sink, washing the dishes while he played with your daughters in the hall.
"Lexie's fallen asleep, Lily' watching the telly." he says suddenly, causing you to nearly smashed the plate you were holding. You hate it when he justs appears out of nowhere and speaks without warning.
"You scared the hell outta me!" you turn around to look at him. He had a smirk on his face, as if he loved scaring you. He pours himself a glass of water, then leaned on the cabinet beside you. You stop washing the dishes all of a sudden, and you find yourself looking straight at those warm brown eyes. He does not make it any better by staring back at you. You lean in for a kiss, your lips hit his as naturally as how you play football. Your tongues found each other, and he decides to play a little game of cat and mouse. You give chase, and when you're done, you seperate from him.
"I love you." You whisper to him, your breath a little ragged. You lean in for another kiss.
"Shaaa-bee!" He turns around to see Lily coming into the kitchen, her arms outstretched, as if asking for a hug. He walks up to her even before you know it, and picks her up. She giggles in his arms, then buried her head in his shoulder. He looks at you, his face bearing a "we'll-continue-later-on" expression. You smile back at him, then turn around to finish the dishes.
~fin~
Okay I'd thought this was a little crappish >.< I'm no thirteen year old genius.
Pairing: Steven Gerrard/Xabi Alonso
Rating: G/PG
Disclaimer: Lies lies lies, a huge bunch of lies, though I do want it to be true. >.<
Summary: Title = Summary
Author's Notes: Second fic, feedback is always welcome. For the New Year. Happy New Year to everyone.
Well, actually this is supposed to be for Christmas, but unfortunate technical errors and different events happening in my life kept me from writing this. So, finally, when it's the LAST day of my freaking December holidays, I managed to spit this out. Sigh.. I'm so not looking forward to going back to school tomorrow. XD Hope you enjoy this.
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001;
Istanbul. You have always wanted to whisper those words into his ears, to tell him how you feel about him ever since you first saw him. You have never thought you'd win the Champions League. And when you saw Jerzy save Shevchenko's penalty, the bubble in you just exploded and you rush forward to hug and squeeze and pat Jerzy for his efforts.
You are soon handed the Champion's League trophy none of you thought you'd win. As you run around the pitch with the silverware in your jubilance, you catch sight of him, the smile on his face shining with joy. You catch his eye, and you scream the words "I Love You" out.Nobody could hear you, much less himself. Your voice was drowned in the shouts and cheers of your fans. But he seems to have caught what you thought nobody could have heard.
Later, as you all pose for all the media to take pictures, you turn around, knowing he is behind you, and you ask for a kiss from him. He hesitates for a moment, but he still leaned forward to plant that quick peck on the lips.
You thought no one had seen what you both had done, but nothing could escape the photographers.
002;
It was the World Cup. After debating in your own mind for the past half hour whether or not to call him, you finally pick up your phone and dialled the number you'd familiarised yourself with. It just slipped your mind that Spain had a match an hour later.
"Hola."
"Hey Xabi."
"Stevie?"
"Yeah. Uh.. I-"
"Stevie, I've got a match coming up in the next hour, I can't talk now."
"Xabi, wait, I-"
"Stevie, please."
"Xabi, I love you."
Pause.
"I love you too."
003;
You were at a bar with the rest of the team. You didn't want to go, but Carra had dragged the whole team along. Sure, you were happy that you'd won your first away game of the league, but all you wanted was some sleep and you thought that this didn't need to have such a big celebration. You sit in the corner of the bar, sipping your beer, but soon you find yourself sending a drunk Xabi home in you car. You sigh as you look at him from your rearview mirror. As you move further, he tries to sit up, and after several attempts, he finally gets up when you pull over in his drive way.
You manage to help him into the house, but a loss of balance while lying him on the couch cause you both to fall onto the couch. You look into his brown eyes, and he looks back at you.
"I love you," You say softly. He smiles, and just brings his lips to yours.
---
You wake up naked in his bed the next morning.
004;
You sit side by side at the back coach after defeating Charlton 3-0 away, your fingers are entwined together, but out of sight of your team mates. He lies on your shoulder and closes his eyes, tired after the match. You feel happy, not just because you'd won another away game, but because both you and him had scored to enable the win. You take a deep breath. You find it weird how he can sleep when Carra and the remainder of the team are celebrating the win at the front. You smile to yourself and squeeze his hand. You lean in and whisper a soft "I love you" into his ear. You think he wouldn't be able to hear you, partly because he's asleep and partly because the noise in the front of the coach was a little too loud.
But he squeezes your hand softly, and you know he's heard you. You smile and lean back on the headrest, closing your eyes as the coach made it's way back home.
005;
It was one of those days when Alex goes on her 24-hour shopping trips. You'd invited Xabi to your house to help take care of your girls. You stand by the sink, washing the dishes while he played with your daughters in the hall.
"Lexie's fallen asleep, Lily' watching the telly." he says suddenly, causing you to nearly smashed the plate you were holding. You hate it when he justs appears out of nowhere and speaks without warning.
"You scared the hell outta me!" you turn around to look at him. He had a smirk on his face, as if he loved scaring you. He pours himself a glass of water, then leaned on the cabinet beside you. You stop washing the dishes all of a sudden, and you find yourself looking straight at those warm brown eyes. He does not make it any better by staring back at you. You lean in for a kiss, your lips hit his as naturally as how you play football. Your tongues found each other, and he decides to play a little game of cat and mouse. You give chase, and when you're done, you seperate from him.
"I love you." You whisper to him, your breath a little ragged. You lean in for another kiss.
"Shaaa-bee!" He turns around to see Lily coming into the kitchen, her arms outstretched, as if asking for a hug. He walks up to her even before you know it, and picks her up. She giggles in his arms, then buried her head in his shoulder. He looks at you, his face bearing a "we'll-continue-later-on" expression. You smile back at him, then turn around to finish the dishes.
~fin~
Okay I'd thought this was a little crappish >.< I'm no thirteen year old genius.