i forgot!
alessia russo x reader
when alessia meets the one just for her she makes sure she the right one before showing her off. even if there was really no doubt. well. besides your college. but you got her to forget about it for a while.
“are you a model?” you asked the blonde girl that you had been shameless watching move throughout the paris night club you were currently in. people were swarming the bars, leading to arms laying across a sticky counter with debit cards in hand and very close proximities.
a surpsied expression to your bold question came from the girl, her moving her ear away from your lips with a tint to her cheeks that wasn’t there before. you could swear.
“a footballer actually. are you?”
alessia was automatically attracted to you. her eyes genuinely scanned your body painfully slow as her eyes filled with a obsession
“basketballer actually. aren’t you competing?” alessia peaked up at the more familiar accent, she knew she had heard it before. leaning forward towards the american stranger, enjoying her memories of the united stated
“my nation didn’t qualify. but innit that funny, i went to school in america?”
“what a shame. i’d love to watch you play. shame it wasn’t at duke either, i would have seen you before that. i know that for sure.”
“and you lost me there. you were doing well too” you watched as disinterest comes across her face at the mention of your alma mater. not like it mattered to you, the footballer in front of you was all your mind was interested by.
“i never said i hated unc” you had to yell for her to hear, pulling her closer to you by her waist as another body tried to squeeze behind her.
“that’s because it’s the best in the country”
“in my country?”
“your country.” her smile came back, bringing a burn deeper in your stomach. the bartender swiftly dropped off both her drinks and yours. “vos cartes.” you don’t know what came over you; because it definitely wasn’t logic when your hand came on-top of alessia’s as she tried to start a tab. it was early in the night and you were still on a contact in the lowest paid league in america; but you had no problem treating the girl you were admiring for the night.
never had you thanked you agent more for sponsorships.
“mets toutes ses boissons avec les miennes ce soir. tout ce qu'elle obtient, je l'ai” the bartender nodded to your fluent french and turned away without hesitation; only taking your card.
“put all her drinks in with mine tonight. whatever she gets, i got”
“what did you just do? also i thought you were from america? you sound great. ”
“i gotta make my money somewhere, you went to america for experience no? just stay around for a while so i have something to look forward, remember to come say bye too.”
the sharpness to you, your undeniable looks, the free drinks.. how could she say no?
“i just might have to, and who do i come looking for?”
“you’ll find out if you come back. what’s you’re name?”
alessia’s eyes rolled at your secrecy, but bit her lip in enjoyment. she knew she’d be coming back, how couldn’t she. just look at you.
“alessia.”
“less these were out front?” leah announced as she entered alessia flat; confusion being noticed on the kent natives face until her eyes caught onto the pink peonies that we beautifully arranged for her.
leah carried them in carefully; not glancing to hard at them before handing them off. “theyre beautiful”
she would have kept an eye out front for them if she knew they were coming, but she never knew when you’d send them.
her cheeks when flushed and the pink in those flowers were so similar that you had secretly dedicated those flowers to her.
“oh my god, i didn’t hear a ring. thank you le.”
“who gave you those?” a question that gone unanswered.
alessia hadn’t spoken a word about you to her teammate. you were too good to be true in her mind; she didn’t want to ruin that before anything could actually happen.
quickly plucking the card off the floral pick and walked causally into the kitchen. “oh my those are beautiful less, who sent them?”
“someone from the states.” she slipped the card away into her back pocket before the overbearingness of the arsenal women’s team started.
“ohhhh”
“a college fling?”
“how many times have they’ve sent them?”
less pressed her lips together to hide the ever small smile from crossing her face. “once or twice.”
“oh my god!”
“a man sent those??”
“ay dios mío..”
the room continued with the chatter of who they may believe it to be. but surprisingly the room had two silent watchers. ones that alessia noticed instantly.
alessia felt as lotte watched her throw away the same peonies, now a week old. she felt emily watching as she cleaned the vase and put it in a cabinet. a cabinet with definitely more than one or two similar vases. emily would count on at least 7 or 8.
but of course they already knew that the american would have to be someone new to alessia.
they were alessia’s bestfriends at her time at unc; and they knew she spent her time there as a stepping stone to make it where she is now. meaning she was focused, studious, and committed to soccer while there. she wasn’t at unc to date, she was there to become better.
but alessia wasn’t stupid. her eyes meet with lotte’s and emily’s, giving them the look to please keep quiet for now. and that’s what they did. because they didn’t care that much.
well they did. but they knew if they pushed they’d never know. and trust. they wanted to know so badly that they were willing to wait.
alessia didn’t know why people cared so much if it didn’t involve them; but what she did was learn was that people will always want to know too much.
the spotlight makes you learn that damn last.
and as the flowers became a second thought to the arrival to the skipper, that gave alessia an escape from the attention to do something she couldn’t wait to do.
excusing herself to the bathroom from her guests once the timing felt right. her heart beating as she already pulled out her phone from her back pocket to text you a ‘thank you’ for the flowers as she walked through her flat.
pressing her back against her own bathroom door as she locked it. pulling out the card that was placed in the flowers from her back pocket so fast it may have ripped a corner. rubbing her thumb over the similar words as those that have brought her ease for the past 7 weeks.
i bought these flowers the same night i bought your ticket. you’ll be here in a week and these should last you til then. ill spend my days waiting for you until then. xo
you had finally made your way back with lunch for the two of you and less couldn’t hold back her excitement. she had jumped into your arms the second you had entered the apartment, giving you no time but to catch her. and that’s what you did. “finally”
holding her up against you with one arm as you held onto the food bag in your other, you walked the both of you into your apartment. letting the front door close and automatically lock as you walked you both into your kitchen. placing her and the food down on the counter before quickly placing a kiss to the british girls lips.
“hi hun” you whispered against them as she snuck her hand up your shirt, leaving a comforting and warm hand on your side. in a way to remind you she was real. a reminder you were grateful for as you looked at her longer. “hi baby”
“i got us our last american meal for a bit”
“enjoy your messy burger because you obviously can’t live without one for two weeks.”
“that’s why i got it obviously..” you rolled your eyes back at her, “you know you talk a lot of shit for someone who likes being in america”
“that’s because you’re here.” alessia had sent butterflies to your stomach ever since the moment you had met her at club. and over the months you had gotten to learn her; you had learn that her comments like those. meant something. not only to you; but her too.
“is that why you had me push back your return flight?”
“are we not going to mention how you bought yourself a ticket to come back with me” a teasing smile on her lips.
“no we’re not”
your phone rang on the counter taking you both out of your moment together; her eyes moving subconsciously to see who it was. and when she read another woman’s name she automatically sat up straight and let her hand quickly fall off of your waist.
alessia couldn’t help herself. as much as she’d love to say she hadn’t been looking for a red flag in you. she knew she had to be right about you being too good to be true in her mind.
“hey what’s up?..”
and honestly; for a good second. she couldn’t believe her eyes when you picked up your phone so nonchalantly infront of her, answering the call from the girl with not a second thought to you.
“..damn. no i can’t watch tuck this weekend; im going out of town with less..”
but of course she was being dramatic.
of course you had been telling everyone about alessia.
you had been treating her like your girlfriend since the moment she had arrived and alessia loved it. but never admitted it.
a small smile cracking out from your lips and a sly wink was all alessia needed for her cheeks to become that signature pink and her forehead to come planting on the center of your chest.
and as you ended the call and pulled her head away from your chest. there was that light smile still on your lips “jealous over a dog”
all alessia wants to do is kiss that smile off your face too. “it was the girl; and so what about it?”
“you’re all i want less”
“no way. you’re not dating her less.” emily stood firm in alessia apartment. another wide smile coming across your face as you knew why. a laugh coming out after alessia looked at you crazy.
“what?” you stood in the center on alessia living room in a pair of her arsenal shorts and an college college hoodie.
“emily i’ve told her” you had met emily before due to emily’s time in the nwsl and you’re continuing friendship with her u-19 national teammate tess boade.
“told me what?”
“she’s a blue devil?”
“what?” lotte quickly pipped in as if you had killed someone.
“she went to duke? are you kidding less? how could you fall for the rival.”
“oh my god. i forgot.”
“are you actually doing this right now? baby i told you the night we met?”
“i forgot!” alessia exclaimed.
“what do you mean?! how could you forget?”
“she was buying our drinks and she was looking really nice, i guess it just flew right over my head that night!”
“god less you’re kidding.”
she wasn’t. and maybe the enemy wasn’t so bad after all.
