Easy (standalone)
Title: Easy (standalone)
Author: orton_fics
Pairing: Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso
Fandom: Football:
Plot: He always makes it easy.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 308
Notes: I haven't written anything in ages, and low-and-behold here is something shit to start the new year off. Not beta read so apologies for any awkwardness/and plain horrible grammar.
EASY
You pick up the phone and then slam it back down it again. The poor thing had been thrown across the room and then placed back on the cradle delicately only for you to do it all over again. It amazed you that the thing was even working. You felt trapped, alone, tired and just plain sore. Alex had enough of your shitty mood, so she took the girls and left to go to some island with your credit card in toll, you wince just thinking about the bill. Not that you couldn’t afford to pay for whatever damage she causes, but you’re thinking about the long-term. You’re twenty-nine now, thirty-five is around the corner and you don’t think you can be a Ryan Giggs and keep on going. Not if you don’t win anything, not if all you got is shouldering a team and winning from behind.
Not every day is like Istanbul.
The thought depresses you and you glare at the phone. Carra was right, and he hated it. He could call too - why did he always have to make the first move? Maybe it seemed he had it all going on for him, and you don’t want to feel like a needy bitch. Either way you know you’re being a cock, and you can’t help it.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
You’re startled, but you don’t know why. It was just like him wasn’t it? Coming to the rescue. Always making it easier on you; always knowing what you needed and wanted. And for that you hated him, for always giving you the escape, for always letting you get your way. For always thinking about your priorities even when you couldn’t. The phone keeps ringing, and you reach for it, picking it up and breathing into the mouth piece - Xabi whispers:
Miss you.
You close your eyes.
Author: orton_fics
Pairing: Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso
Fandom: Football:
Plot: He always makes it easy.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 308
Notes: I haven't written anything in ages, and low-and-behold here is something shit to start the new year off. Not beta read so apologies for any awkwardness/and plain horrible grammar.
EASY
You pick up the phone and then slam it back down it again. The poor thing had been thrown across the room and then placed back on the cradle delicately only for you to do it all over again. It amazed you that the thing was even working. You felt trapped, alone, tired and just plain sore. Alex had enough of your shitty mood, so she took the girls and left to go to some island with your credit card in toll, you wince just thinking about the bill. Not that you couldn’t afford to pay for whatever damage she causes, but you’re thinking about the long-term. You’re twenty-nine now, thirty-five is around the corner and you don’t think you can be a Ryan Giggs and keep on going. Not if you don’t win anything, not if all you got is shouldering a team and winning from behind.
Not every day is like Istanbul.
The thought depresses you and you glare at the phone. Carra was right, and he hated it. He could call too - why did he always have to make the first move? Maybe it seemed he had it all going on for him, and you don’t want to feel like a needy bitch. Either way you know you’re being a cock, and you can’t help it.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
You’re startled, but you don’t know why. It was just like him wasn’t it? Coming to the rescue. Always making it easier on you; always knowing what you needed and wanted. And for that you hated him, for always giving you the escape, for always letting you get your way. For always thinking about your priorities even when you couldn’t. The phone keeps ringing, and you reach for it, picking it up and breathing into the mouth piece - Xabi whispers:
Miss you.
You close your eyes.