God Of football

Chapter 204: Olivia [2]

As the plane landed in Madrid, Izan’s heart beat a little faster. He tapped his fingers lightly on his knee, not out of nervousness but from a growing excitement to see Olivia.

It had been weeks since they’d last spent time together, and though they kept in touch daily, nothing compared to being face-to-face.

He retrieved his black duffel bag from the overhead compartment, his movements efficient and deliberate.

Pulling his hoodie over his head and slipping on his sunglasses, Izan tried to blend into the bustling crowd of passengers.

He wasn’t afraid of being recognized—he was used to that by now—but he didn’t want any distractions. Today wasn’t about football or fame; it was about Olivia.

Navigating the terminal, Izan walked with purpose, his long strides carrying him toward the arrivals area.

His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, and then he saw her. Olivia stood near the exit, her phone in hand, looking around occasionally as if searching for him.

She wore a soft cream sweater under a denim jacket, her auburn hair falling loose over her shoulders and her green eyes looking a whole lot expectant.

The moment their eyes met, a smile spread across her face, lighting up her features. Izan couldn’t help but smile back, his pace quickening as he approached.

"Finally," Olivia said, slipping her phone into her pocket as he stopped in front of her. "I was starting to think you’d changed your mind."

"Not a chance," Izan replied, his voice warm. "I couldn’t stay away, even if I wanted to."

Her cheeks flushed slightly at his words, but she matched his tone with ease. "Good. Because I didn’t get all dressed up just for you to stand me up."

He chuckled softly, reaching for her hand. "You didn’t need to. You look perfect as always."

[Damn, bro is 16. How old are you?]

Olivia’s smile widened as she gave his hand a light squeeze. "Let’s get out of here before someone recognizes you,"

"Good idea," he agreed, leading the way toward the exit.

Outside, a sleek black car was waiting by the curb. The driver stepped out to open the door for them, and Izan gestured for Olivia to go first.

"Such a gentleman," she teased as she slid into the backseat.

"Always," Izan replied, climbing in after her.

As the car pulled away from the airport, the cityscape of Madrid unfolded around them. Olivia turned to him, her expression soft. "It’s really good to see you, Izan."

"Same here," he said, his tone sincere. "I’ve been counting the days."

"Me too," she admitted, her gaze lingering on him. "I’ve missed this—just us."

Izan reached over, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "So have I. No cameras, no reporters, and no team schedules. Just us."

For a moment, the world outside the car faded away. The city lights blurred into the background as they sat there, their fingers entwined.

"So," Olivia said, breaking the comfortable silence, "what’s the plan for the weekend?"

"I was hoping we could keep it simple," Izan replied. "Spend time together, go for a walk, Watch our game for the weekend, maybe grab dinner somewhere quiet. I don’t need anything fancy, just you."

Olivia stared at Izan as her lips curved into a soft smile. "That sounds perfect."

When they arrived at Olivia’s family home in Madrid, she led him inside, her hand still in his. The warm, inviting space was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and her parents greeted him with friendly smiles.

"Welcome, Izan," Olivia’s mom said warmly. "You have grown into a handsome young man from the time we haven’t seen you."

"Hello Ms. Riviera, you also look beautiful," Izan said with a polite grin.

"I never thought you would win Olivia but there was always a possibility from how she always hung out around you in Valencia.

Never knew Olivia liked younger ones " Olivia’s dad chimed in with a wink, earning a playful glare from Olivia.

Izan laughed, shaking their hands. "Thanks for having me."

"Not a problem. Now why don’t you go upstairs for a while? I’ll come to you after I’m done cooking

Later that evening, as the two sat on the small balcony outside Olivia’s room, the city lights twinkling in the distance, Izan leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on her.

"You know," he said thoughtfully, "I could get used to this."

"To what?" she asked, looking up at him.

"This. Being with you. Not worrying about anything else."

Olivia’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. "You don’t have to get used to it, Izan. This is us. It’s always been us."

He reached for her hand, pulling her a little closer. "And it always will be."

She smiled, her eyes shining. "I like the sound of that."

As the evening settled over Madrid, Izan and Olivia, now sat cross-legged on the soft carpet of her bedroom, a notebook and pen between them.

The faint hum of the city drifted in through the open window, mingling with the warm glow of the bedside lamp.

Izan leaned back against the bed, his hoodie discarded, wearing a plain white t-shirt.

Olivia sat opposite him, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, a playful spark in her eyes as she twirled the pen between her fingers.

"Okay," she began, tapping the notebook. "So, tomorrow’s our first full day together. What do you want to do, Mr. Superstar?"

He smirked at her teasing but didn’t miss a beat. "Something simple. No crowds. Just you and me. What are my options?"

"Well," Olivia said thoughtfully, flipping to a fresh page, "there’s a park nearby. It’s quiet, and they’ve got this amazing café by the lake. We could grab breakfast there and maybe rent one of those rowboats."

Izan raised an eyebrow. "Rowboats?"

"They’re fun!" she insisted, laughing. "Besides, I’d like to see if your coordination on the water is as good as it is on the pitch."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, you’re on. What else?"

"There’s a little gallery in the city center," she continued, her voice softening. "It’s small, but it has some incredible pieces. I think you’d like it."

Izan tilted his head, intrigued. "A gallery? That’s unexpected."

Olivia shrugged, her cheeks slightly pink. "You’ve got an eye for detail. I thought it might be something different, something we could enjoy together."

He nodded slowly, appreciating the thought behind her suggestion. "Alright. Park in the morning, gallery in the afternoon. Then what?"

She leaned forward, her tone more playful now. "Dinner. There’s this amazing Italian place not far from here. Cozy, private. The perfect way to end the day."

"Sounds perfect," Izan said, his gaze locking with hers. "But only if I get to pick the dessert."

"Deal," she replied, grinning.

The rest of the evening was spent ironing out the details. They talked about what time to leave, and what they’d wear, and even debated over the best way to get around the city without drawing attention.

Izan wanted to keep things as private as possible, while Olivia argued for a more relaxed approach.

By the time they finished planning, the notebook was filled with scribbled notes and playful doodles—Olivia’s handiwork.

"Alright," Izan said, standing up and stretching. "I think we’ve got a solid plan. You happy?"

"Very," Olivia said, looking up at him with a smile. "It’s going to be perfect."

The next morning, the plan unfolded seamlessly. They arrived at the park just after breakfast, the sun filtering through the trees as they strolled hand in hand.

True to her word, the café by the lake served some of the best croissants Izan had ever tasted, and they sat by the water, enjoying their coffee and light conversation.

After breakfast, they rented a rowboat, much to Olivia’s delight. Izan took charge of the oars, his strong, measured strokes guiding them across the calm water.

Olivia laughed as she reached over to splash him playfully, and for a moment, they felt like two regular teenagers, far removed from the weight of their worlds.

In the afternoon, they visited the gallery, where Olivia’s prediction proved spot-on.

Izan was fascinated by the intricate details of the artwork, and they wandered through the exhibits, sharing their thoughts and discovering each other’s tastes.

As evening fell, they found themselves at the cozy Italian restaurant Olivia had mentioned.

The dim lighting and warm ambiance made it feel intimate, and they spent the meal sharing stories, laughing, and stealing bites from each other’s plates.

When dessert came—a rich tiramisu they both agreed on—Izan leaned back in his chair, watching her with a soft smile.

"Why are you staring at me" Olivia said taking the spoon out of her mouth. Taking a tissue, Izan wiped the stain beside her mouth.

"Today was perfect," he said quietly before putting the tissue down

Olivia looked up, her eyes sparkling. "It really was" her face forming a smile.

As they walked home later that night, the city lights glowing softly around them, they both knew this was a day they’d remember for a long time—a day that was just theirs.

A/n: Sorry for the single release yesterday guys. Today will be 3 chapters to make up yesterday’s. First of the day