//Kepa Arrizabalaga Fan fiction//
Valerie Mirvette,
A British medical student doing her M. S. in Obstetrics & Gynaecology, just waiting for her internship to be over.
Kepa Arrizabalaga,
A Spanish professional goalkeeper who plays for Chelsea club a...
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The next week went by very quickly. I knew Valerie was trying to avoid me or something because she didn't let me pick her up three times. She avoided my calls sometimes and also kept her answers short.
Something was definitely off but she didn't reveal that because I asked her the same question every day. But her replies were also the same, 'it's nothing, I'm fine'
Fine as if. I know it's never really fine when she says it is.
I've actually been an arsehole. I know I am attracted to her, I know I'm deep into her but then too I tried to avoid those feelings so that it doesn't ruin what we have right now.
I was okay with this but that all changed when I saw her at Stamford Bridge in my jersey. My name and number on her made her glow in the crowd.
I could easily spot her because from all the blue colour the neon green popped and when she's the one wearing it; it could blind someone's eyes.
My insides did a somersault when she cheered for me and that's when I thought, why am I holding back?
I love Christian Pulisic, he's an amazing man but Valerie getting close to him and already having inside jokes like 'Peggy' pissed me off.
She is mine, all mine but it's only me who knows that. I wouldn't be surprised if Christian asks her out on a date because I know the reason. She is the reason.
She is something out of the world. She attracts so many men towards her and doesn't even know it. That's why I don't really trust her with anyone.
When I touched her and kissed her neck inhaling her vanilla scent, I felt like I was going to die. All the oxygen in the room suddenly left and she was the only source of life for me.
I so wanted to kiss her that day but stopped myself. Every time I look at her something happens to me. I lose my breath making it difficult to breathe.
And that smile, that damn smile can kill me within a second. Everything about her is just so out of the world. I don't think I can live without her now. I won't live without her.
That doesn't help but scare me a little when she avoids me like she is right now. She didn't pick up my call and I know she's home because I'm standing right outside her house.
I rang the bell and I heard footsteps until the door opened. She looked like she just came out of a long shower because her cheeks looked flushed.
She still looked so beautiful with her slightly wet hair that reached her waist and a book in her hand whose cover was of a naked man. I need to take a note about that.
"Shit, Kepa!" she was shocked to see me here. We didn't meet the entire week and had only talked on call. "Shit?" I said entering her apartment.
"No um I just um, what are you doing here?" she asked. I turned to look at her and said, "You don't want me here?" I asked playing with her but deep down I really hope that isn't true.
