Don’t Let Me Let You Go

17: You Don’t Get It

“Look at you” Pilar teased as she watched Viola pad towards the seat at her side, her slim frame decked out in the blue Real Madrid goalkeeper shirt. It had been a little while, almost a fortnight had passed since Iker had met Viola’s family, but it came as no surprise Pilar to see her at the game. It was sweet, in the 6 weeks that they had been dating, Viola and Iker had become almost inseparable, and Pilar couldn’t help but coo, even if she was a little surprised by how well things seemed to be going, she was pleased that her two friends seemed to happy together.

Viola shook her head. “He was insistent” she noted, her hand tugging at the material of her shirt. It had surprised her a little, the shirt had been left on her bed when she’d returned home from work the night previous, but Iker had been insistent on her wearing it for that night’s Madrid derby. She knew it meant a lot to him, for almost a week, he’d talked about the game, and Viola was a little intrigued. She knew what he did, she’d spent enough time with Pilar and Sergio to understand his job, but she wanted to make the effort. It was something that meant a lot to him and Viola didn’t want to be the type of girlfriend who didn’t at least attempt to take an interest in the things that meant a lot to Iker.

Pilar smiled. “You look cute” she fussed “His name on the back?” she added.

“Of course” Viola noted.

Pilar shook her head. “I didn’t imagine him as the ‘wear my shirt’ kind of boyfriend” she mused as she moved to fuss over her son who sat at her side.

“Neither did I” Viola noted “But when he left it, I couldn’t not wear it. Tonight’s a big deal, no?” she posed.

Pilar scoffed. “One of the biggest to Real. They have two derbies, Barca and Atleti, and it is a matter of pride for them tonight. Atleti won the league last season and Real are desperate to put one over on them” she noted.

Viola tilted her head. “You knew all of that?” she teased.

“Sergio briefed me thoroughly” Pilar noted “I made the mistake of suggesting that maybe it wasn’t the be all and end all” she added.

Viola laughed a little, something which made Pilar shake her head. “Don’t laugh” she mused “If you and Iker are going to stick together, you’ll get it worse than me” she added.

Viola rolled her eyes a little before she spotted the team making their way onto the pitch, something which caught her attention. It wasn’t the most important thing to her, the idea of spending her evening in a stadium with thousands of screaming people was not her idea of a good time, but she knew it meant a lot to Iker and she wanted to make the effort to enjoy it. It was a big part of his life and, even if it was only for a night, she wanted to try and share in it.

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“Mierda!” Iker spat as he stormed into the dressing room, his expression tight. It had been a disaster, with a few of their star players missing, Real Madrid had been no less than embarrassed by Atletico, and Iker was more than annoyed. It was supposed to have been close, the two teams were evenly matched, but the result was poor and Iker couldn’t help but be annoyed. It was merely more ground lost on Barcelona who were making their way towards being champions.

Throwing his kit into his bag, he changed quickly, barely sparing a look around the room before he padded out into the hall once more, his dark eyes landing on Viola who stood with Pilar, her expression a little sheepish. “Lala” he breathed.

Viola shifted a little before she looked up at him, her blue eyes nervous. “I am sorry” she murmured gently.

Iker merely shook his head. He didn’t want her apologies.

Viola studied the expression on his face for a second before she took a step towards him, pulling him into a slightly reluctant hug. “I know you’re upset” she mumbled “And I know you won’t believe me, but it is OK” she added.

Iker snorted. “Ok?” he muttered “Lala, I know this isn’t your forte, but that is far from ‘OK’” he added, his expression tightening once more.

Viola shook her head. “You’re a good team” she insisted, stepping back from him slightly “You’ll be OK” she added.

Iker shook his head. “You don’t get it, do you?” he muttered “I am embarrassed by that, Lala” he added.

“It’s one game” Viola countered.

“A pretty fucking important one” Iker shot back “And we didn’t just lose… it was shambolic” he spat.

Viola blinked a little at the tone of his voice before she stepped back, her teeth chewing on her lip. “I’m sorry” she muttered “I…I guess I don’t get it and I am sorry for trying to. Pilar, do you think you could…” she mumbled, turning to face the other woman who nodded her head. “I’m sorry, Iker” Viola added before she moved to step away.

Iker watched her go for a second before Pilar stepped into his line of vision, an irked expression on her face. “Don’t” he muttered.

“You didn’t have to behave like that” Pilar muttered.

“I’m upset” Iker countered.

“And she’s new at this” Pilar pointed out “She wasn’t to know that you’d be this upset and you just acted like an ass to the girl who, for the last six weeks, has done nothing but gush over you. You acted like an ass” she muttered.

Iker sighed.

“She’s a good woman, Iker” Pilar pointed out “And she likes you, but if you act like that to her again, that can change. Take the night to calm down, get the loss out of the system, and make it up to her tomorrow” she added.

Iker nodded his head.

“And Iker?” Pilar quipped.

“Huh?” the goalkeeper noted.

“Hurt her and you not only have her family to deal with, but me and Sergio too. She deserve the best and I think it could be you. Don’t prove me wrong” Pilar noted before she turned on her heel, padding away from Iker who let out another sigh.

He knew that he had to make it up to Viola.
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