Sparks in Spain

Malias pov--

I huddled beside the bed and saw him stomo over so that he was standing up above me.
"Sit on the bed" he yelled not even looking at me. He was rezonating anguish and his face showed it. I did as i was told, scared ad waiting for his to hit me.
He moved closer i were i sat.
"You embarassed me" his voice echoed throughout the hotel room an i am positive that all the guests would hear our fight.
He lifted his phone showing pictures of mesut and i, his arm around mine.
"How could you do this?"
His face flushed.
"Well the only reason i did that was because i saw this" i lifted the newspaper that i had seen earlier with the picture of him and rosie.
"Dont bring this on me, you did this to yourself."
His face looked hurt and hopeless as mine filled with anger.
"I was talking with rosie about getting a model opportunity for you. we went out for coffee to talk about it.we never touched or did anythin unlike you and mesut apparently. you ven had the odacity to use my own friend too." the anger flushed onto his face again, but the hurt remained aswell. i felt aweful, i was wrong like usual and i jumped to conclusions again.
"I staye loyal to you when i have had many chances not to" his scoff set me off and the tears just fell down my cheeks.
"I didnt cheat on you. i thought you had cheated on me so i let mesut put his arm around me and thats it. ask anonella, ask zlatan, and mesut"
There was a pause and it seemed to last forever.
The tension between us was unbareable and i couldnt take it. i felt weak and overpowered and i just sat there, my eyes on the floor, tears running down my face. i couldnt even look at him. i had treated him awefully.
"Just hit me already and get it over with" i sighed out softly hoping he wouldnt hear.
The pause continued and finally i picked up the nerve to look up at him.
I lifted my head slowly, seeing his black jeans, his tight navy blue t-shirt and then his face. his eyes glistened and his face contorted with hurt. no more anger resided.
"You think--you think i would hit you?" a stray tear dripped off his eyelash and onto the ground.
"Malia" the bed bended with the weight as he sat down beside me with a bit of distance.
"I would never hit you"
We both looked straight out the window onto the balcony.
"Im sorry" i let out softly and i felt his warm hand fall onto mine.
"Me too" he breathed out and sniffled a bit.
"I need a break malia. i need to go on my own for a few weeks" it didnt suprise me that he wanted out of the relationship already.
"I just need some time off by myself. me and my ma and my son"
He looked out the window an stood up.
I nodded, still feeling guilt and pain wash over me.
I felt his lips brush my forehead and just as fast as he came in, he left me alone in my hotel room with nothing but my thoughts.
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Ik short chapter. snd ik im evil, no happy ending or anything.
Owell;) comment and vote! whos your favorite football players btw??
Mine are
Cr7
Sergio ramos
Gareth bale
Zlatan and davi luiz
I also love falcao aha.