"Now that we've won the league," Nacho began.

"CAMPEONES! CAMPEONES!" Asensio and Morata began to chant.

Raphael joined the group, "We should have a proper party before everyone runs off home."

Everyone looked at him with surprise.

Dani wiped a fake tear, "Our boy is growing up. Yes, man, yes, I totally agree."

"We haven't been able to celebrate as much as we would have liked anyway," James said. "I vote for a good old dance-off at this party."

"Where should we host it?" Morata asked. "Last time we did at that restaurant where the paps got in and, man, I can't have that kind of stress again. My parents threatened to disown me for being that drunk, which was," he glared at Lucas, "not my fault."

"Chill, bro, you enjoyed yourself," Lucas laughed, "even if you can't remember most of it."

Marcelo raised a finger, "We could do it at one of our houses? Except not mine, I haven't cleaned it in ages."

"Mine is a pigsty these days," Nacho quickly said.

Asensio shook his head, "You don't even want to see mine."

"I know, isn't Raphael's house always spick and span?" Dani asked. "It has to be. Look at his locker space."

Everyone turned to look at the only clean locker space in the whole room. Everything was neatly stacked and organized with the precision of near-magic.

Raphael stopped them, "Uh no?"

"Uh yes," Sergio hugged him. "Thanks for the offer, Raphael. We'll be there tomorrow."

"You guys," Raphael groaned.

Jese put an arm around him, "Bestie, I'll help you. I've got a great sense of partying and you know, just general sexiness."

Karim made a jealous noise without even looking up from his phone, "Jese, don't steal my best friend. Even my girlfriend ships Raphael with me."

Cristiano and Gareth looked at each other and then looked away quickly. James groaned loudly, giving them the stink-eye.

Marcelo wondered aloud, "So, are we inviting any girls?"

"We don't know any girls," Danilo sobbed dramatically.

Sergio winked, "Speak for yourself, losers."

"Our Moms don't count," Danilo bit back.

"Oooh, snap!" Marcelo cheered at the drama. "But just in case someone's Mom likes me, just hit me up."

"Ugh, Marcelo."

"I'll bring the drinks," Kovacic told Raphael who had begun to write a list worriedly.

Toni smiled, "I'll get the streamers."

"I'll get the balloons, red to match my red cards," Pepe said.

"Yo, that should be my call," Sergio laughed.

"We could split it up," Pepe winked.

Navas looked up from his phone, "Uh, Karim, Shaheen just won the golden play button on YouTube. Are you guys celebrating?"

Karim looked up, scandalised, "What is a golden play button now?"

Raphael nodded, "You're right, Keylor. We could celebrate that too."

"I LOVE her channel," Sergio shouted. "We should celebrate it too. Can I get her autograph? She's getting famous, man."

"What is a golden play button?" Karim asked. "Guys, please tell me if it's something huge. She'll kill me for not knowing."

Lucas opened up YouTube, "Dude, which rock have you been living under? See, she got 1 million subscribers. A golden play button is a trophy you get for this achievement."

Karim narrowed his eyes, "Are you all stalking my girlfriend?"

"She's cool, man. Her videos are hilarious," Asensio said.

"Invite her to the party. She'll enjoy herself and we'll get to meet her properly and maybe, just maybe, she'll let us come on her YouTube channel. We would be faaaaamous," Sergio said.

"You all are already famous," the Frenchman deadpanned.

"I've never been on YouTube," Fabio joined in.

"Uh yes, you have. Our videos end up there anyway."

"But not as YouTubers," Toni dreamily looked above. "We should capitalize on the profits of your relationship."

"Toni," Luka whispered, "you're being weird again."

"Embrace the weird, little boy."

Karim took a deep breath, "Fine, fine, I'll call her...only if Cristiano invites Zarine. Otherwise it would be weird."

"She's busy invigilating nowadays. It's exam time in colleges," Cristiano rattled off, "but I'll tell her you wanted to invite her. She'll like that."

James piped up, "We could celebrate Cristiano's 100 million Instagram followers too."

"Real's 33 La Liga titles too," Keylor nodded.

"You're right," Nacho got up excitedly. "We should celebrate everything. Like Zizou's first season."

"Keylor's shaved off his hair for a good cause," Lucas said.

"We showed Gerard what's up and it's not him," Sergio laughed, giving Marcelo a high-five.

"De Gea still hasn't replaced me," Keylor smiled.

Jese nodded with tears in his eyes, "And I'm not in the team in reality but I am in this fic. I survived here. Thank you, Zaara and Zai, you sexy bitches."

"And the love guru still supports us on twitter and other social media," Dani said, wiping a tear.

Arbeloa appeared on skype suddenly, "Thank you for letting me feature in this work of art in numerous guest appearances, my lovely disciples-Zaara and Zai-you are learning, one day you will be love gurus of the highest standard. May the Force be with you."

Isco rang up Nacho, "And you little shits, I'm still waiting for my story in India, you better write that sequel, Z2! I wanna ship myself with the love of my life. Hashtag Excited Isco AF."

"Okay, okay enough metafiction. Let's get on with the party-planning," Nacho dragged everyone back to the universe of Snapchat. "You're confusing people."

***

The doorbell rang.

"That must be Karim and Shaheen," Raphael said, straightening his apron. "Can someone get the door?"

Morata giggled, "Nope. I'm drunk. Hehehe."

Lucas screamed, "Yaaas, this party is lit."

Toni looked at the empty-ish room decorated with a few streamers and the half-eaten cake (Asensio had dived head-first into it and now, Raphael was baking a cake from a YouTube tutorial). Morata was lying on the floor and doing weird dance moves. There were no balloons because Sergio and Pepe were late. Actually, not many people were there yet.

"This party sucks," he sighed.

Keylor patted his blonde hair, "It's okay."

"Someone get the door, for fuck's sake!"

"Raphael is losing it in the kitchen," Lucas cheered.

"I'll get it," Morata lurched up. He ran to the door and opened it, yelling, "Slide tackle!"

Zidane and his wife stood caught between their smiles and the shock of seeing Morata sliding towards them.

"Oops," he said at the last second, swerving to avoid but eventually tripping Zidane anyway.

"Why are you like this?" the coach asked as his wife helped him up.

Cristiano and James appeared. "We brought Chinese takeout!"

"Has somebody ordered pizza?" Raphael asked.

"Guys, you're too loud," Nacho opened a bedroom door a chink, "I'm trying to order pizza."

"I don't want pineapples on mine, okay?" James said.

"Did anyone say pineapples?" Gareth, Luka and Kovacic barged in. "Sorry we're late. Mateo took forever in dressing up."

"Mateo," Cris looked impressed, "you look fantastic."

"Thank you," the Croatian smirked. "Raphael, I got the booze."

"How are Lucas, Asensio and Alvaro already drunk?" Luka asked, suddenly noticing the trio.

"The balloons are here," Sergio shouted from outside the house.

"He'll wake the neighbours," Keylor groaned. "The police could come here."

"We need some help!"

James got up, "Toni, you coming?"

"I just sat down," he whined but got up.

Pepe and Sergio had not just bought some balloons. They had brought a small truck of red balloons stamped with Pique's face. Fabio shrugged from the driver's seat, his expression clear enough, these two are crazy just ignore them.

"Isn't it great? We decided we could play darts with the balloons and Gerards's face was the only one beautiful enough to be on the balloons of course," Sergio howled with laughter.

"That's a lot of balloons," Toni said.

"You look cute when you're upset, Toni," Pepe said. "Why so down?"

They walked in with handfuls of balloons and Pepe nearly dropped his stack when he saw the mood. "Shit, I get why you're so down. This party..."

Sergio bounded in, "We can still make this work!"

James nodded, "I have music and I can dance."

Fabio took a deep breath, "It could have been worse."

The bell rang right behind them and Karim and Shaheen appeared, looking every bit the amazing, kickass couple they were.

"Hey, guys," Cristiano greeted them. "Had a romantic ride?"

Karim gave him a look, "So romantic."

Marcelo greeted everyone, putting his phone on standby, "Hey, homies. Thank you, Karim and Shaheen for giving me a ride here." He mouthed, I'm talking to Shaheen's sister eep!

He put the phone to his ear, "So, where were we, Noor? Hello? Hello?" He looked at his phone, "Dude, she cut my call."

Karim repeated, "So romantic."

"Karim, be nice. Marcelo was fun to have," Shaheen told Cristiano. She was about to say something when she caught sight of Raphael running around in the kitchen, "OMG, is that Raphael in an apron!? He looks so cute. Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to fangirl and click like a hundred pictures of him. I'll be back in a sec." She kissed Karim's cheek and lifting the hem of her long silver sequined dress, she ran easily in the converse shoes that peeked from underneath.

"Is it just me or are our girlfriends..." Cris said.

"Batshit crazy? Yeah, totally," Karim smiled fondly. "You missing Zarine?"

"All the time."

"GUYS, GUYS! Um, sorry, can I just-yeah, uh, hi."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the kitchen door.

Shaheen stood with a worried looking Raphael and excited Serhio standing behind her, "I am Shaheen, but of course, you already knew that from the-um-misunderstanding the first time we met. Haha, that was weird."

"HEY, SHAHEEN!" Morata giggled from the floor.

"Uh, hey, Alvaro," she said. "So, um, I've been talking with Raphael and Sergio about this and uh, is it just us or is this party dying?"

"Hear, hear," Sergio shouted.

"Is it okay if I took over for like ten minutes? I know a few people who can help-"

Toni nearly wept, "Oh God, yes please."

"Let's have a vote?"

Karim smiled from ear to ear, "I love her." He jumped to hear a phone beep beside him.

"Sorry," Nacho stopped recording, "but Isco wanted updates."

"Okay, I need a laptop, the wifi password and someone start setting up the balloons, please? I love them."

"She's hip," Pepe approved.

"Told you she's awesome," Sergio said.

Shaheen's twitter-

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "Hey, guys. In Madrid for a bit. Any bands out there up for a collab for an upcoming video? DM/RT asap."

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "I need a DJ too!"

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "And some sound and lights people!"

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "I swear, you won't regret this. The PERKS are ahmaziiinggg."

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "Offer valid for the next ten minutes. Everyone will be credited for work in the video."

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "Spread the word with RTs and favs, I'm telling you, @therealRaphaelVarane is going on a follow spree if do you this :D"

RaphaelVaraneIsAHottie: "Who knows? He might even feature on this vid."

Shaheen's Snapchat-

"Need a few peeps for an upcoming vid. Check twitter for details! Don't miss this x"

"And now?" Karim asked.

"And now we wait," she said, smiling proudly. "Guys, if you all have friends who you want to invite, now is the time. A party is only a party if it's overcrowded. Go wild!"

"She would make a good manager," Zidane commented.

"Uh, what is a follow spree?" Raphael asked. "I hope it's nothing...illegal?"

Twenty minutes later-

"You got the 1955 to perform for us!?" James screeched as they danced to the Spanish band. "They're my favourite YouTube band."

The room was transformed. They had amazing lights and the sound system was top-notch. The DJ was super energetic and right now, the Spanish band who covered the 1975's music on YT were performing as everyone danced wildly.

Shaheen was happy. Everyone was enjoying themselves and it felt weirdly satisfying to find out that Madrid players were after all, a bunch of normal guys who didn't know how to throw a party but wanted to have fun and be YouTube stars. She was recording bits of the party with Sergio's video camera. He had been over the moon when she had accepted to make a video about them for her channel. This was going well.

She frowned but a smile was tugging at her lips when Karim jumped in front of the camera, "You're in a relationship with me, not the camera!"

She clicked it shut, "Sorry, love."

Karim blushed and then took her hand, pulling her into the dancing crowd. "Can you hear me?"

"Uff, kaan hi phaad diya mera, yes, I can hear you loud and clear despite the music because you are very loud!" she replied.

He bent to her ear, holding her close as they danced, "So, uh, this has ended into a lovely season for Madrid."

"Yes, you guys were amazing," she looked up at him, "but you know what was my favourite?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"You, you and you," she smiled, blushing suddenly. "I kind of went a little overboard when you scored against Malaga."

"Yeah," he laughed, "I have a video of you saved on my phone. Did you seriously try jumping off the VIP stands? Because it sure looks like it."

"I was so happy for you!"

"I'm so lucky to have met you," he said.

"Yes, you are," she smirked, "but in all honesty, I just...I'm lucky to have met you too."

"Were you going to say a cheesy I love you?" Karim smiled cheekily.

"Uh no, not at all."

"Are you sure because-"

"You bald fucker," she cut him off by pulling him into a kiss. "I. Fucking. Love. You. Karim. Benzema."

"Mhmm, didn't quite catch that," he said, pulling back with stupid grin, "care to repeat it?"

"I'll kick your balls."

"I love you too-wait, what?"

"Shut up and kiss me back, will you? Or I will kick your balls."

***

Shaheen's YouTube-

"Last Minute Party Ft. the 1955, DJ RockHardAbs, Line VFX&Sound and RM"

Top Comments:

@SergioRamos: I'm YouTube famous, fuck yeah!

@FabioCoentrao: I'M A YOUTUBE STAR

@ToniKroos: I can't believe I'm looking like a twat while dancing but the party was cool.

[Hey, guys.

We've been together since quite a bit, you and us, and our Madrid players. Some of you are with us since the Omegle days, some since the very start of Snapchat and some joined along the way. As we sit here closing the final chapter of Snapchat, fresh from our exams (fucking hate exams), fresh from winning la liga, fresh from fangirling over new videos, we want to tell you, thank you.

We love you.

#Sharim love you and are so happy for your support.

New book starts this weekend. It's a sequel to both Omegle and Snapchat and it will also feature new angles.

Until then, love--Zaara and Zai.]