What if i told you i love you?

Four

Today we did some recovery and now i am in Mapi's place, with her of course. We weren't doing much besides watching Netflix and cuddling but we were interrupted by my phone. My phone began to ring, so i picked it up and when i saw who it was i sat up, removing myself from Mapi's grasp and i stared at my phone unsure on what to do.

"You can answer it"
Mapi said and i nodded.

Dad
"What do you want"
I spat our angrily as soon as i answered, making Mapi looked at me confused.

"To speak to my favourite daughter? How's life in Spain?"
I chuckled at this.

"Don't talk to me as if everything is okay!"

"It's not?"

"No of course it's not all fucking okay!!"

"Me and your mum miss you so much. Maybe we could organise a trip to Spain and see you?"

"Yeah, i don't think so. Don't give me that shit, i was in England and you didn't give a shit about me so don't pretend you do now"

"Of course we did, things were tough and we were busy"
I scoffed.

"Busy!? Doing fucking what?! I played less than ten minutes away from home and did you ever turn up to any of my games? No, not one!"

"We still love you"

"Don't"

"How's things in Spain?"

"So much better than things are in London"
I clenched my fists in anger and Mapi noticed as she grabbed my hands and held them in hers.

"How long is your contract?"

"Four years"

"And after that?"
He questioned.

"I'm not coming back, so don't even ask me. After that i hope to stay for another three years and then another three after that"
Mapi smiled at me and i smiled back. Although she can't hear him, it's obvious that i was talking about Barca.

"Ten years in a foreign country? You can't even speak Spanish!"

"How would you know? You never saw me. Five fucking years of playing at Chelsea and not once did either of you show up to any of my games. FIVE YEARS"

"Like i said, we were busy"

"I don't give a shit!"

"Where is this attitude coming from?"

"Oh i don't know, how about you ask yourself or your wife. Do you know how disappointed i was? SIXTEEN fucking years old, making my debut for Chelsea, expecting to see my parents in the stands, but were they there? No, they were never fucking there"

"This was clearly a mistake"

"Yeah, it clearly was. Why did you call anyway?"

"To ask you how you are?"

"Better than i was in London, anyway i've got things to do, bye"
I angrily pulled the phone down from my ear and hung up.

******
"Who was that?"
Mapi asked.

"My selfish father"

"So you left on bad terms with them?"

"Guess so" I shrugged. "I said goodbye and they didn't care. They never cared, but it's whatever"

"Does it bother you?"

"Does what bother me?"

"That they don't care?"
I thought about this.

"Well yeah obviously but i've gotten used to it by now. I'm not sixteen anymore, so they don't disappoint me anymore, i know what i expect from them and it's nothing. They're barely my parents"

"They never saw your debut?"

"No. In fact, they never saw any of my games at Chelsea and i was there for five years"

"That sounds horrible, i'm sorry"

"You don't have anything to apologise for. I don't really care anymore"
I lied.

"I know you do, but i won't push you"
I leaned in and kissed Mapi.

"Four times now"
She smirked.

"Five"
I said as i kissed her again.

"You're so hot. Anyway, what's this i heard about staying for another six years?"
She asked with a smirk.

"Oh, i said i want to stay here for a long time"

"I hope you do"

"Only if you do"
I winked at her.

"This is my home, no where else"

"Likewise"

"Which means?"

"Me too, basically"

"I see, i see"

******
After a few hours spent with Mapi, i left and went home. I wasn't even in my house for a split second and my phone went off, again. This time it wasn't my father but it was my mother. I rolled my eyes before answering it.

Mum
"What is it? I thought i made my feelings clear to dad earlier!"
I said, angrily.

"You need to fix this attitude of yours, young lady"

"I'm twenty-one, not sixteen so i will do as i wish"
She scoffed.

"You won't be getting a husband anytime soon with that attitude"
I smirked.

"Thank god for that, i don't want a husband"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me"

"And why would you not want a husband?"

"I don't swing that way"
I chuckled and my mum, from what i could hear, was very angry.

"Don't even tell me what you want to. I don't approve, you freak"
Not going to lie, that kind of hurt.

"Am i suppose to care? Because i don't"

"Yeah, Emily, you are supposed to care. I am your mother!"

"Barely"
I scoffed.

"Excuse me?"

"Did i stutter?"

"Watch your mouth!"
She said in a threatening tone.

"Yeah, or what?"

"Your career will be over before it started"

"Oh yeah, because how are you gonna do that? My career started the moment i joined Chelsea, but you wouldn't know, you didn't bother coming to see any of my five years there"

"Why would i waste my time? You aren't even that good!"

"No? That explains why Barca spent a record amount on me, doesn't it?"

"Who's your girlfriend?"

"Not sure why i would tell you, but i don't have one"

"Let's keep it that way, yeah?"

"Yeah right. Fuck off"
I ended the call and went straight to bed in a rather bad mood.