it was stupid to fall for a loan player. but when you met joao in a hazy nightclub in london, you couldn’t deny the spark. his eyes bored deeply into your soul, you felt shivers from his every touch, and his subtle smirks never failed to bring a blush onto your cheeks. then when you found out he was only with chelsea this year, you decided you wouldn’t get attached. because again, it was stupid to fall for a loan player.

and suddenly, his contract was up, and he was off to play for barcelona. god, you wished that last kiss you shared at the airport would have lasted forever. but soon enough, his flight had departed, and you swore you would get over it. get over him. because you both knew the end would come eventually.

as the days passed, you couldn’t stop imagining him everywhere. he haunted your every dream. your every thought. every corner you turned, you hoped he would be there. but of course he wasn’t. why would he be?

you wished you could hate him for leaving. hate him for leaving everything behind, like the two of you never even happened. because maybe then you could move on. maybe then you wouldn’t feel sick to your stomach every time you imagined him kissing another girl in spain. but how could you hate the sweetest, most lovable boy? the boy who brought you lilies (your favorite flower) every week, the boy who would do everything it took to put a smile on your face when you were feeling down? the boy who got a once in a lifetime opportunity to play for barca?

maybe it was idiotic, but after a month of missing him, you drunkenly booked an impromptu flight to spain to visit joao. everyone had told you visiting him would only make moving on more difficult, because it wasn’t like you could just drop everything and follow him everywhere he went. you were still attending university in london.

but when his deep brown eyes met yours as you surprised him after practice one day, he instantly embraced you into a firm hug. “{{user}}, please never leave again,” he mumbled, his face buried in your shoulder.