Barcelona FC Players X Y/N

|True Love| - Héctor {Part 3} (Requested)

Héctor's POV

(Flashback from 1 year ago)

I was kicking a ball around with my mate Lamine, in my back garden, when he said, "¿Está ella en casa? (Is she home?)"

"¿Perdón? (Sorry?)" I ask, confused, "¿Mi madre? (My mother?)"

"No, idiota, tu interés amoroso. (No, idiot, you're love interest.)" Lamine chuckled, whilst stopping the bright, green ball with his foot and then flicking it up into his hands. "¿Está ella en casa? (Is she home?)" He repeated.

"Probablemente. (Probably.)" I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Veamos, ¿de acuerdo? (Let's see, shall we?)" Lamine exclaimed, before booting the ball over the fence into her back garden. 

"¡Qué diablos! (What the heck!)" Someone yelled, as I ran over to the fence and peered over.

"¡De nada y buena suerte! (You're welcome, and good luck.)" Lamine mouthed, giving me a thumbs up, as I glanced back at him.

I looked back over the fence to see her scanning around her garden to find out where the ball had come from and then she spotted me. She didn't look very happy. I mean, she never does, especially when I'm around.

"¿Puedo recuperar mi pelota, por favor? (Can I get my ball back please?)" I questioned, staring at her and the ball, that she was now holding.

"¡No, no puedes! (No, you can't!)" She stated, giving me an angry smile.

"¿Por qué? (Why?)" I pouted, holding eye contact with her from a distance.

"¿Por qué? (Why?)" She mimicked me,  laughing, "Porque eres un polla, Héctor Fort García. ('Cause you're a dick, Héctor Fort García.)" 

A little harsh.

After all, it was Lamine, but she didn't know that. And I can't get angry at him as he gave me the perfect opportunity to talk and flirt with my crush.

I smirked, "Supongo que tendré que venir a buscarlo yo mismo. (I guess I'll have to come get it myself.) I began jogging over to her.

However, she had a better idea, she threw my ball into the pool, knowing I'll have to go in to get it. "¿Realmente? (Really?)" I laughed, shaking my head. Attempting not to get my new football kit soaked, I sat on the edge of the pool, trying to reach the ball with my feet. It didn't particularly work.

All of a sudden I felt a shove in the back, and the next thing you know, I was drenched in the pool.  An evil grin began to appear on her face. She then knelt down by the edge and watched as I resurfaced, my face full of fury.

Seeking revenge, I grabbed her arms and dragged her in with me. I didn't let go of her, I just held onto her arms to make sure she's safe.

[Present day]

It's been a week since I had kissed Y/n at my game against Celta Vigo, and I still have butterflies. The way she kissed me, felt unreal, as if we were actually dating. 

I felt bad for lying to her and make a fake excuse to date her and be able to call her my girlfriend. 

But as I was casually strolling through her Instagram, I came across loads and loads of hateful comments on her posts from fan pages and fan girls of mine. For exampled:

^ 'Héctor doesn't love you' ^

^ 'Héctor is just using you' ^

^ 'You're not pretty enough to be a wag' ^

^ 'You don't deserve him, he's too good for you!' ^

^ 'Break his heart and I'll break you' ^

What kind of monster would write these sort of things. 

Y/n is a confident, beautiful girl, I know she's smart enough to ignore them and not let them get to her head, she's the only girl I have eyes for. 

[Time Skip]

I was waiting outside Y/n's house, ready to take her on a 'fake' date at the beach. She came out in denim shorts, her bikini top , black sunglasses and sandals. Y/n looked stunning, as usual.

"Hola. (Hey.)" I beamed as she walked beside me, she just smiled at me. 

She wasn't right.

Did she read the comments?

I wonder what will happen in Part 4! 😉 

Any ideas on what will happen?