Love Me Until My Heart Stops

37: The One That Got Away

“Remind me how I got dragged into this?” Esmé mumbled as she sat on the edge of the hotel room’s bed, her dark eyes watching as Gerard straightened the tie which was around his neck. It was moving towards the middle of January and couple had travelled to Zurich for the yearly Fifa awards Gala, something which made Esmé a little uncomfortable. She knew that Gerard would be going, after Barcelona’s impressive performance the previous season, he was in with chance of being included in that year’s best 11, but she didn’t understand why it meant she had to go. She knew that he wanted her support, he’d made it clear as soon as he had been made aware that he was in with a chance, but it still made Esmé slightly uncomfortable. She had never been comfortable with pictures, no matter how frequently he told her that she looked good in them, and she doubted that they would have the ability to sneak in under the radar. If there was one thing that Gerard wasn’t, then it was subtle.

“Two reasons” Gerard replied, tucking the bottom of his white shirt into his trousers “Firstly, because you’re my girlfriend and seeing as I wore that hideous jumper for Christmas with your mother and sisters, you owe me one, and secondly, with Leo, Neymar and a couple of the others out here, Enrique enlisted you to chaperone us all. You’re in charge” he grinned.

Esmé rolled her eyes. “I think you could all be trusted to look after yourselves. You’re grown men” she muttered, her hands absently fiddling with the hem of the dress she had chosen to wear that night. It wasn’t like her, Esmé tended to favour simple yet sweet outfits, but the dress she wore that night was a contrast. It was burgundy, a colour that Gerard tended to favour on her, and it showed her off a little, something which merely added to the nerves she already had.

“He doesn’t want anyone getting into any trouble” Gerard mused, moving to find his suit jacket which was neatly hung on the handle of the wardrobe “And he trusts you to look out for us, something you should be very proud of” he enthused.

Esmé nodded her head gently, something which made Gerard step towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You know what I think of you, amor” he murmured gently. He knew precisely why she was nervous, it wasn’t the first time she had attempted to duck out of doing something with him, but he wasn’t going to let her get out of it. Whether she thought it or not, he wanted to show off his beautiful girlfriend and he wasn’t going to get many better shots. “You know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world and that’s really all that matters” he insisted gently.

Esmé nodded. “You’re probably right” she mumbled.

“Definitely right” Gerard replied softly, fixing her hair so that it wasn’t out of place “You’re beautiful and I don’t know if I say that enough” he muttered.

“You don’t” Esmé teased, quirking a little smile.

Gerard scoffed. “It’s not like you tell me either” he quipped, shaking his head playfully.

“You’re beautiful, Geri” Esmé giggled.

Gerard smirked, offering her a small wink before took his hand, gently helping her up to her feet. “You ready?” he mused, settling his hands on her waist.

“You’re sure that we can’t just stay here?” Esmé quipped hopefully.

“One horrid Christmas jumper” Gerard reasoned “I did that for you and now it is time to repay the favour” he added.

Esmé nodded. “Alright” she conceded “But you know that you can’t use the jumper excuse again” she added, stepping towards the door.

Gerard smiled. “Once ought to be enough” he returned, placing his hand in hers “I really do like that dress on you” he added.

Esmé smirked. “You might like it better on the floor later” she teased.

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“You appear to have misplaced something” Antonella mused as she carefully sat down beside Esmé, offering the brunette a little smile. It was starting to get a little late, after the ceremony which had seen Lionel win the main award again, the Barcelona players that were there had returned to their hotel, setting about celebrating a little before the early morning flight that would take them back home.

“You mean Gerard?” Esmé mused “The last time I saw him, he’d stolen Leo’s trophy and was holding it up over him, trying to make him jump for it” she quipped.

Antonella snickered. “That doesn’t sound unlike your boyfriend” she mused.

Esmé nodded her head gently before she sipped her drink, peeking at the group which sat a little away from them. “We should probably disband them in a little while. If Gerard doesn’t get any sleep, he will be pain for the entirety of the trip back home” she mused.

“Let them have a little longer” Antonella commented “They’re enjoying themselves” she smiled.

Esmé nodded and turned back to her drink, her eyes peeking over the bar towards the man who sat a little away from them, his eyes on her. She had known that he was there, he’d come with a couple of his friends from Chelsea who’d been nominated for the best 11 alongside Gerard, but she hadn’t envisaged that they would cross paths. She had moved to avoid him all night and was sure that he was attempting to do the same thing. Swallowing, she offered him a feeble smile before she felt Gerard’s arms settle around her, pulling her out of the seat. “I believe you said something about me seeing that dress on the floor before we left” he murmured, kissing the side of her face affectionately.

Esmé blushed. “I thought you were busy with your friends” she mused.

“Not now” Gerard smirked “Por favor, hermosa” he mumbled.

Esmé giggled gently and took his hand, leading him from the small bar to a chorus of howls and whistles from his teammates.

Cesc, who was sat a little away from the Barcelona team, sighed gently, his brown eyes watching as Esmé stepped away with Gerard. He knew that he should have let it go, it had been over 2 months since Esmé had visited London and told him it was done, but still it hurt him. It was silly, even from the few seconds that he had seen of them, he could see that there was something between them, and no amount of hoping was going to change it. She was just the girl who’d gotten away from him and he wasn’t about to change it, not when she seemed to happy.
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