"So...is Thiago your favorite player from Bayern?" Constanze asked nonchalantly to his brother.

Yeah, she needed to stop having a crush on Thiago asap. But she couldn't help it to talk about him.

Not the best way to forget someone.

"Uhh, I guess you could say that. Why?"

"Just asking."

"You know...I keep thinking that he likes you."

Constanze sighed.

"Markus."

"Ew, I thought we had an agreement! You can't use my name like that!"

"Yes, I can, because you're fucking stupid. He's 26, he-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Mark raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?"

"I-I guess, I don't know, but he looks-"

"Did you google him?"

"No," she said, and it was true. And she realized how stupid she was. She went on the internet to know if the football players were dating normal people, but she didn't think of reading Thiago's Wikipedia page.

That was fucked up.

"He was looking for you yesterday. Where were you, anyway?"

"I was helping dad with something. And he was probably not looking for me, Mark, it's just in your head."

"I swear he was. He was looking everywhere, especially on the door to the kitchen."

"Just let it go."

"Fine," the boy sighed. "But you know, he's single, and-"

"Markus."

"Ew, sissy, you need to chill today. I'm not talking about him anymore, happy?"

"Very happy. If you want to see me very very happy, you should work."

"You just want me out of the kitchen," he mumbled, walking to the door, and she smiled, because it was absolutely true.

Not more thinking about Thiago Alcântara.

Well...maybe I should read his Wikipedia's page first.

_

When Thiago entered back in the changing room after his shower, everyone was whispering.

"He's so gonna love that!" Mats said, and James nodded.

"Who's gonna love what?" Thiago frowned, lost.

"Lewy! We're throwing a birthday party for him on Saturday."

"Aren't we playing on Saturday?"

"After the game, party pooper," Jérôme rolled his eyes.

"Oh, okay," Thiago nodded.

It actually was a good idea.

"So, you're on cake duty," Thomas smiled, and Thiago glared at him.

"Uh, can't you do that?"

"We need a chocolate cake and a strawberry one. Thanks, Thiag," Thomas said, and the Spaniard knew that he didn't have any choice.

He waited to be on his couch, in his big house-kinda useless, because he was living alone-to call the bakery. He was obviously hoping that Constanze would be the one answering to his call, but when he heard Mark's voice, he wasn't that disappointed. He ordered the two cakes, and they even joked about the fact that Robert wasn't allergic to anything. They then talked about the game on Saturday before hanging up because if people were trying to call at the bakery, the line was busy because of them.

And then Thiago was alone. Well, he was always alone in his house, but he was feeling particularly lonely today.

Maybe because Constanze was constantly in his mind.

It didn't even make sense to him. With all the girls in this big planet, why was he having a crush on her?

He sighed.

He needed to know more about her, that's what his brother said to him when he asked for advice. Get to know her, you said it yourself, you can't like someone that you don't know.

But it was easier said than done.

_

On Saturday, they won.

They were playing at home against Wolfsburg, and they won 3-0. They were all in a good mood, which was a good news-Thiago couldn't imagine how Robert's birthday party would have been if they were all mad because of a loss.

He took the quickest shower of the history before getting all dressed and pretended to have a phone call from his grandma to go outside. If everything was working out the way he planned it, Mark and Constanze were supposed to be there with the cake, waiting for him.

He smiled when he saw the siblings in front of their car, arguing.

"Uh, hi," he said, and they suddenly stopped.

"Hi!" they both said at the same time, and Thiago smiled again because it was very cute. "Sorry, we're a little late."

"Not, you're not," he shrugged. "Do you need help with the cakes?"

Thiago took the first cake by himself, showing the way, and Mark and Constanze followed him with the second one.

"Stairs, careful," said Mark to his sister, who was walking back to front. They finally managed to put the cakes on the trolleys from the training ground's cafeteria.

"Lewy just got in the shower, hurry!" Joshua said when he saw them in the corridor.

"We're done!" Constanze yelled, turning around, and the three men hold their breaths when her face hit the wall.

"Oh fuck," Thiago mumbled, and Mark ran to her.

"You okay, sissy?" he asked, and he turned white seeing blood. "I-"

"C'mon, Thiago will take her to the infirmary," Joshua said, noticing that the boy was about to faint. Mark nodded slightly, probably a bit worried about his sister, but didn't argue about the decision, and they left with the cakes.

"I'm fine, just a little nose bleeding," Constanze assured, and Thiago was about to point out the fact that there was a lot of blood when she tried to get up and literally failed. He didn't think twice before taking his shirt off for her to press it on her nose and carrying her like a bride to the infirmary.

Thank God, there wasn't a lot of people on the way, because it was a very weird scene. Him, shirtless and looking alarmed, and her, a white shirt on her nose-well, not that white anymore-and looking clearly high.

Jessika, one of the nurses, was still here, and she was very surprised to see them.

"Oh my God, do you know her?" she asked, "is she a supporter? Or your girlfriend's little sister or something?"

Your girlfriend's little sister.

"No," he just said because he was mad at her for saying that.

You can be mad as much as you want, she's just saying out loud what everybody is going to think if you ever date her. She is too young.

The nurse gave a pill to Constanze to calm the bleeding, and after an examination, she declared that everything was okay-her nose wasn't broken, it was bleeding that much because of the shock, and now she needed to rest, she was probably going to fall asleep in a few and it was perfectly normal. He thanked her and she left them alone, something that Thiago wanted to see happening, but was suddenly feeling very awkward about.

"I ruined your shirt," Constanze said, and Thiago smiled.

"It's okay, it was just a white shirt."

"Any supporter would pay to have it," she shrugged. "Well, not with my blood on it. Maybe they will...maybe my blood is magical or something..."

She was talking nonsense right now, and Thiago took the occasion to sit next to her on the giant bed she was in.

"What are you doing? It's Albert's birthday, you should go celebrate," she frowned.

"Robert," he laughed. "I don't wanna leave you here all alone."

"I'm fine, I'm a big girl."

"I'd rather be here with you," he said without thinking, and maybe he should have thought about it.

"I'm just a baker about to fall asleep," she answered, putting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

"Constanze?"

"Mhmm?"

"How old are you?"

"18," she said before falling asleep, and little did she know that she just had fulfilled the football player's heart.

He didn't care that it means she was 8 years younger than him. All he could think of what the fact that she was 18.

He could date her, like, legally.

And that was all he needed to know before trying to.

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Hello hi good evening fam
I need to proofread my chapter but you're used to it
I have one question tho. Where is my Thiago?