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Only One *Layvin Kurzawa imagine*

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 “No I’m telling you if you look at this picture it looks just like you Y/N” Hatem said

I rolled my eyes, “Hatem if you don’t get that phone away from my face” I said

He chuckled, “It’s a cute puppy what’s so wrong with that?” 

I raised an eyebrow, and laughed along with him. “What are you two laughing about?” Layvin asked taking a seat 

I pointed towards Hatem, “He’s saying I look like some dog” I said

Hatem chuckled, “Correction, I said you look like this puppy. Not a dog” 

I rolled my eyes, “They’re the same thing” 

“Layvin tell her that they’re not the same they’re completely different” 

Layvin looked between us, and in his face I saw a little bit of annoyance before he masked it shaking his head. “Why are you here anyways?” Layvin asked avoiding the earlier statement. 

“Because, my dear friend I came to share my new found thought with Y/N here” He said

I chuckled, “So you’re only here to tell her that?” He asked

Hatem nodded, “Come to think of it, yeah that’s pretty much it”He said

I shook my head, “You’re something else” 

He smiled, “But you love me” 

We both laughed, and I stood up giving him a hug as he was leaving. Him and Layvin did that man hug-thing, however when he pulled away he gave Layvin this weird look. Chuckling he waved and then walked out of the house, as I closed the door I turned to watch Layvin. 

“What?” He asked

I raised an eyebrow, “Don’t what me, why’d you do that to Hatem?” I asked

Layvin raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, why couldn’t he have just called you in the first place?” He asked

“Layvin Kurzawa don’t avoid the question” I said following behind him

Layvin shook his head, “Yet again Y/N I don’t know what you’re talking about” He said as he entered the kitchen.

I sighed, “Fine maybe you don’t know what I’m talking about, but you want to know what else Hatem said?” I asked 

At this Layvin stopped moving around in the kitchen, and turned towards me a cup in his hand. “What else did he say” As he said each word it came out to sound like separate sentences. 

I held in my laughter, and shook my head : “Opps looks like I forgot what else Hatem said” 

Layvin squeezed the cup until the cup was no longer and only glass was left. “Fuck!” He shouted holding his hand

I wanted to laugh but I just shook my head going over to the other cabinet, and getting the first aid kit.  “Did you really have to go and break a cup over your jealousy?” I asked

Layvin looked up at me, and sighed. “I’m not jealous” He said

I chuckled, “Tell that to the now broken cup” 

Layvin looked to the floor, “Give me your hand” I said extending mine out

Layvin reluctantly gave me his hand, and sat down on the chair as I worked on his hand. I chuckled, “He didn’t say anything else” 

Layvin’s head shot up, “What?” I asked

I chuckled looking up at him, “He didn’t say anything, I just wanted to see how jealous you were of your own teammate” I said

Layvin sighed, “You-”

“You look very hot when you’re jealous” 

Layvin stared at me, “I’m going to end up hitting somebody because of you” 

I chuckled giving him a kiss, “You love me for it though”  

He chuckled, “I don’t really think I have a choice”

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1st Image (2004): At the young age of 19 (youngest player to ever play a final at the time) and breaking onto the scene with stellar performances throughout the tournament, he and his star-studded Portuguese team came up just short in the final on their home turf to the underdog Cinderella story of Greece; ending up in tears of heartbreak and pain.

2nd Image (2016): Leading and carrying a team of youngsters, forgotten names, and role players all the way to the final against the host nation (who for many were favorites to win it all prior to the start of the tournament) - only to find himself injured in just 20 minutes of action and forced to sit out the rest of the match. Witnessing his teammates from the sideline deliver with all the passion and fight that he led them with up to this moment. This time, the tears were of relief, joy, and nightmares erased.

I’m usually neutral to begin the Euro’s, but by the end I usually end up leaning towards certain teams, for this final however I was ok with either team winning initially, but I found myself reminiscing about my experience watching euro 2004 as a kid and how badly I wanted C.Ronaldo and Figo (some of my favorite players) to win at that time; those emotions were ignited again and I just had to hope Portugal would defy all odds and pull it off somehow.

Congrats to Portugal, and congrats to C.Ronaldo for getting his first international trophy. This is the reason I watch sports, for these beautiful narratives, it’s amazing watching certain careers and storylines unfold over the years.