God Of football - Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Winning At Life Chapter 140: Winning At Life As the notifications continued to pour in, Izan set his phone aside, his heart full.

It had been a perfect day, and he couldn’t have wished for more.

“What are you thinking about”a feminine voice said from behind as Izan lay on the couch.

Izan smiled a bit before turning to face her.

“Olivia,” he said as they both stared at each other.

“Well, care to share”, Olivia said while sitting beside Izan.

“Nothing grand.

Just thinking I’m lucky.

To have people around who genuinely care about me.

When Dad left, I thought things were going to be hard to cope with, but Mom and Hori have filled that void and it helps knowing I fill that void for them too” Olivia looked at Izan, a bit teary-eyed.

Izan smiled at her reaction and shook his head.

“Cute”, he said, causing Olivia to blush a bit more.

“Sometimes it feels like I’m the older one,”, Izan said as he ran his hand through Olivia’s hair.

“That’s because I let you.

Don’t forget, I’m still the sugar mommy,” Olivia said, causing Izan to break into small laughs.

“Yeah, yeah, you sure are”.

Olivia looked meaningfully at Izan while the latter also stared back.

The two looked at each other seemingly entranced in each other’s colours.

“Wait, I wasn’t in the names of people who filled that void”, Olivia said, feigning slight anger.

“Not everything needs to be said.

Can’t you see how you’ve helped me” Izan spoke, grabbing Olivia’s hand and putting it on his chest.

Olivia felt the wildly beating heart of Izan as if he were a horse on steroids.

Olivia, wanting to feel more, brought her ear to Izan’s chest and lay her head down.

…

“Hey, should we do something,” Miranda said, but Komi smacked the back of her hand.

“What did you do that for” she winced before recovering.

“The age of consent in Spain is 16”, Komi said sharply, throwing Miranda off.

“Are you looking to be a grandmother so soon” Miranda uttered after understanding Komi’s choice of words.

“A child between Miura and Olivia.

Oh my god, I wonder!

Now let’s leave them alone,” Komi said, dragging Miranda along.

Miranda reluctantly followed behind and left the two alone.

…

“Mom, I’m gonna see Olivia off,” Izan said as he stood by the door.

Komi screamed an excited “OK” from upstairs making Izan wonder why.

He didn’t think much of it and turned to Olivia.

“Shall we?” he said, giving his hand to Olivia.

The latter took Izan’s hand in hers as they walked from the door.

Izan walked Olivia home under the soft glow of streetlights.

The laughter and music from the party still lingered in the cool night air, but their steps were unhurried, their conversation light and playful.

Olivia, with her auburn hair catching the moonlight, seemed more radiant than ever, and Izan couldn’t help but glance at her every few moments, his heart racing.

As they reached her doorstep, the mood shifted.

Silence hung between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

Olivia looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of gratitude and something deeper.

“I’m glad I came tonight,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I should have said that but it goes anyways,” Izan replied, his tone sincere.

There was a pause, a moment where the world seemed to hold its breath.

Then Olivia stepped closer, the space between them disappearing.

She held Izan’s eyes, her eyes still staring in her blue eyes that looked to have the depth of the Ocean.

“Today, you’re 16 and I’m just 17.

The gap isn’t much but my roommate says a few disgusting things that makes my conscience prick me but it doesn’t when I think of a few things right now” she said caressing Izan’s hands “A few things like?

,” Izan said with a small grin, his voice betraying his nerves.

“Like this,” she whispered, her eyes flickering to his lips.

Before either could second-guess the moment, their lips met in a gentle, tentative kiss.

It was brief but electric, leaving both of them slightly breathless.

As they pulled away, Olivia smiled, her cheeks flushed.

Olivia tried to move away a bit, but Izan pulled her in for another kiss, which lasted way longer than the first.

The two broke off again, still looking at each other.

Olivia felt another blush creeping up her as she saw Izan staring at her like a piece of gem.

Like something that needed caressing.

“Goodnight, Izan,” she said, her voice warm and filled with emotion, trying to break the still atmosphere.

“Goodnight, Olivia,” he replied, his heart pounding.

Izan waited until Olivia entered before he turned and walked away, his hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face.

For Izan, the world had changed at that moment, and he couldn’t wait to see where it would take them.

….

As the house grew quieter, the warm glow of the party had already faded, replaced by the soft hum of the night.

Hori had long since retired to her room, her cheerful teasing giving way to quiet murmurs of sleep.

Komi sat on the couch across from Izan, sipping tea and scrolling through her phone.

Izan, however, found himself staring at a photo on the mantelpiece-a snapshot of their family from years ago.

The image showed a younger Izan, perhaps 6 years old, grinning widely with his arm slung around his father’s shoulders.

Beside them, Komi held Hori, all of them caught mid-laughter.

It was one of the few photos of them as a complete family, taken before his father’s untimely passing.

Izan rose from the couch, his footsteps light as he approached the mantel.

He picked up the frame, running his fingers along its edges.

His father’s face stared back at him, the strong jawline and kind eyes so familiar, yet so distant.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Komi’s voice broke through the silence, gentle and knowing.

Izan nodded, not turning around.

“It’s hard not to on nights like this.” Komi set her cup down and joined him by the mantel, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“He would’ve been so proud of you, Izan.

Everything you’ve accomplished, everything you’ve become…

he would’ve been cheering the loudest tonight.” Izan swallowed hard, his chest tightening with a mix of pride and longing.

“Do you think he’d be happy to see me like this” Komi smiled softly, her eyes glistening.

“Your father always believed in following your dreams.

He used to say, ‘A life without passion isn’t really living.’ You’ve lived that every day, Izan.

That’s all he would’ve wanted for you.” A faint smile tugged at Izan’s lips as he remembered his father’s words.

The man who had introduced him to football, who had spent countless hours in the backyard passing the ball and teaching him the basics.

His father’s voice still echoed in his mind-encouraging, patient, and filled with unwavering belief in him.

“I wish he could’ve been here tonight,” Izan said quietly, his voice thick with emotion.

“He was,” Komi replied, her tone firm but kind.

“Every step of the way, Izan.

He’s with you every time you step onto the pitch, every time you push yourself to be better.

He’s in your heart, always.” Izan nodded, thinking a bit of the system, while the weight of Komi’s words settled over him like a blanket.

He set the photo back on the mantel, his gaze lingering on it for a moment longer.

“He would’ve liked the party,” Izan said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“Especially the food.” Komi laughed, wiping at her eyes.

“Oh, he would’ve been the life of it.

Probably challenging everyone to a football trivia contest and telling embarrassing stories about you.” Izan laughed, imagining his father holding the court in the middle of the living room, his booming voice and infectious laughter drawing everyone in.

“I’ll keep making him proud,” Izan said, his voice steady now.

“Not just for him, but for us.

For the family.” Komi pulled him into a hug, her arms strong and reassuring.

“You already do, Izan.

Every single day.” As Izan returned to the couch, his thoughts lingered on his father.

The grief was still there, a quiet ache that never truly disappeared, but tonight it was tempered by gratitude-gratitude for the lessons, the love, and the foundation his father had given him.

He glanced at the birthday post on his phone, the smiling faces of his teammates, family, and friends staring back at him.

His father may not have been there in person, but Izan felt his presence in every cheer, every laugh, and every moment of joy.

With a deep breath, he leaned back, a quiet resolve settling over him.

The journey ahead was still long, but Izan knew he wasn’t walking it alone.

He had friends, he had a direction and lastly he had family.

[This is not cringe.

It’s Family.] Dominic T.

His family, his friends, and even his father’s memory would always be there, guiding him forward.

A/n: Okay, invasion of the lemons arc.

Sorry all you singlets [Including me] Pftt, JJK [ Jenuinely Just Kidding].

Have fun reading.

Its 12:07 and I’m laughing.

My mom thinks it’s the ghost from 1884 but we all know its just the cat.

Anyways, Have fun as always CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Art233 Your gift is the motivation for my creation.

Give me more motivation!

I know you got that tickets so give meeeee!

I compell you.

I forgot the tickets spell so I’ll see you in the morning.

Bye