Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or any of its characters.

A/N: Hi! So this is my first Fanfiction, I've been toying with the idea of writing one for a while now, and I've finally just decided to do it.

This story is a combination of my two loves: Twilight and football. I'm a huge fan of Madrid, so I've based the story there.

I hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think!

I sighed in satisfaction, stretching my body as I reclined further back on the sun lounger, feeling the flex in my muscles as I did so. Emmett moving to Madrid was sitting pretty well with me right now.

My brother, Emmett Swan, was a professional footballer, and about two months ago, he had received the news most players dreamt of hearing their whole lives. His agent, Garrett Jones, had called, freaking out, speaking a mile a minute (as Emmett had recalled).

"Real Madrid want to sign you."

It didn't get much bigger than that, and although Emmett loved playing in New York, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He was signed for 12 million euros.

At first, although we were all ridiculously excited for Emmett, I had been nervous. I didn't like the idea of him living half way across the world by himself. We were close, and it had been hard enough with him living in New York whilst I was finishing college at Harvard in Massachusetts; we had never dealt with distance very well. I was the younger one, by two years, being 21, whilst Emmett was 23. He'd always looked out for me, and I'd always looked out for him.

It was Emmett who had come up with the idea of me moving to Madrid with him. His wages were going to be outrageous, after all. He had already picked out the house, which was too big for him to live in all by himself.

And by some coincidence, my best friend from high school, Rosalie Hale, who was working in Madrid as a sports reporter, had spoken to her boss about me interning there for the year. As I had just finished my degree in English and Journalism, it was perfect for me. I didn't start for another month, however.

So here I was, lazing in the sun in Emmett's back garden, my bikini on as I attempted to tan my stubbornly pale skin.

It was the start of September, and it had hit 35 Celsius earlier today, although it was now cooling off as the evening approached. Surely, I could tan in this weather, right?

"Bella, I'm cooking, do you want some food?" I opened my eyes behind my sunglasses, turning to look at Emmett, who was standing on the patio outside the backdoor.

He was tall, standing at 6" 3, and with the muscles he carried, you'd think he was in to wrestling, not football. Emmett had no trouble catching a tan, his skin was a rich golden brown already, and his curly brown hair had definitely gotten a shade lighter since he'd arrived here. His eyes were a deep brown, like mine, and he had a perfect set of white teeth.

I raised an eyebrow. "Real food or rabbit food? You know I can't stomach your diet." I teased.

Now the new football season had started, Emmett had to stay fit and healthy, and that meant no snacking on junk when he came home tired after training. That's where he had just come from, and he was now dressed in a white t-shirt and his dark blue swimming trunks after jumping in the shower. His hair was still wet, plastered to his forehead.

Emmett chuckled, grinning. "Rabbits don't eat meat, dufus. But fine, you can make your own dinner then."

"Fine," I snapped teasingly. "You be like that."

He laughed again as he walked over, taking a seat on the sun lounger next to mine. "Are you doing anything later?"

I nodded. "Rose text me earlier, she wants me to go and meet her for drinks later. Think you could give me a lift?" I stuck my bottom lip out, clasping my hands together in a gesture of begging.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "Sure, just tell me when."

I was meeting Rosalie's friend Alice Brandon tonight, and after everything I had heard about her, I was quite excited. She had been Rosalie's best friend out here, and was in to fashion in a big way, apparently.

I reached under the sun lounger for where I'd left my phone, having not wanted to leave it out in direct sunlight. Six thirty.

"I'll come in in half an hour, I'm not meeting her until ten, but apparently it's a dressy place," I groaned.

"Sounds right up your street," Emmett smirked.

"Tell me about it. It's a bar called Australasia I think, have you been there?"

Emmett shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "Nah, a few of the guys go there though I think." He was referring to his teammates.

I stuck my hands out in front of me, admiring the way the sun crept through the gaps between my fingers. "Full of those sorts of people, is it? Trust Rose to choose somewhere like that…"

Rosalie had always loved the spotlight. Give her an occasion where she can dress up and show off her looks, and she would be in her element. Me? Not so much. I was okay with my figure and my appearance, don't get me wrong, but growing up next to someone as hot as Rosalie did knock your ego a little.

She was the 'modelesque', blonde bombshell who had guys falling at her knees. I had always been more of the 'girl next door' type, although I had gotten a little wild whilst at college. I was a typical brown eyed brunette, was slim, and about 5" 9.

"You'll have to wear one of those new outfits she made you buy then." Emmett's tone was serious, but his face was a different story. He was grinning like mad, clearly trying not to laugh. He had found it hilarious that Rosalie didn't think my wardrobe was 'fit for purpose' and had dragged me out on a 9 hour shopping spree, much to my annoyance. Emmett was devastated that he had missed the whole thing, purely to witness my distress.

"Shut up," I snapped. "I wish you two would stop ganging up on me, I don't even know how you manage it when you've not seen her once since you've been out here!"

Emmett knew Rosalie from high school, what with her being my childhood best friend and the fact that we all went to Forks High. He hadn't seen her for about four years though, seeing as he'd missed her on trips back home from college for the last few years, and then he'd move to New York.

"Where there's a will, there's a way," he winked.

I grabbed the lounger's pillow out from under my head, chucking it at Emmett's face as he laughed, batting it away.

"I thought you were going to make food?" I shooed him away with a hand.

"Oh, it's like that is it?" Emmett's teeth were gleaming as he flashed me a smile.

"Yes." I grabbed the lounger's pillow from where it now lay on the floor between us, stuffing it back under my head as I lay back again, ignoring Emmett's presence.

He stood up, chuckling but muttering to himself about the lift he had promised to give me later on.

I rolled my eyes beneath my sunglasses. He'd still give me a lift, and he knew it.

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"Emmett, this is a one way street, back up!" I yelled, gesturing towards the road sign that quite clearly said 'NO ENTRY'.

"Shit," Emmett hissed, putting the car in to reverse to turn back the way we had just come.

Driving abroad was definitely confusing, and although Emmett had been here since July, he still struggled every now and then.

I tugged on my dress as Emmett stepped down on the accelerator to join the traffic heading up the Paseo de Extremadura. Emmett's house was in the Pozuelo de Alarcόn area, which was further out from the centre of Madrid. Luckily, I was staying in Rosalie's central apartment tonight, so getting back would be easy.

"Stop fidgeting with your dress, it looks lovely," Emmett sighed, and I could tell he was rolling his eyes, even though his eyes were fixed on the road.

I was wearing a fitted shift dress that was quite short, coming down to just above my mid-thigh. The dress was cream with fine lace, and had cut out gaps around the waist where there was crochet flower detail. The dress had quite a high neck, covering my collar bones. I was pretty flat chested as it went anyway, being only a B/C cup, so at least I could pull off the neckline. I wasn't insecure about my breast size anyway; I had quite a thin body frame, so anything much bigger would just look silly.

I was wearing tan leather sandals with a chunky heel, and had a small bag that fit in my purse, my cell, my keys and my toothbrush (Rosalie had pyjamas I could borrow, apparently). My hair, which fell to the bottom of my ribcage, was in loose, natural curls, and I had neutral make up, apart from deep red lips. I'd also put on a delicate bracelet that my Mom had gotten me for my 20th, and had a short, chunky gold necklace round my neck.

"Thanks Em," I smiled at him. "You sure you don't want help with directions?" I asked. It was dark now, making navigation harder.

Emmett shook his head, determined. "No, I need to learn."

I groaned, refraining from giggling at how stubborn he could be sometimes.

"If you're sure."

It really would be a shame if Emmett managed to crash his shiny new car. He'd bought it when he'd come over here, and what with all the money he had saved up, he had decided to treat himself to a silver Porsche. He'd wanted one since he was about 12, after all.

Fifteen minutes and a few of Emmett's finest swear words later, and we were pulling up to the Valet of the Australasia bar.

"I'll just drop you here," Emmett turned to me, smiling. "Is Rosalie here?"

I nodded. "Yeah, she's inside with Alice, she just text me." I held up my phone as proof.

"Cool," Emmett nodded. "Text me if you have any problems, okay?"

I nodded. "Text me to let me know you got back safe?"

"Will do," he leant forward to give me a one armed hug. "Have a nice time, say hey to Rose for me."

I thanked him, before climbing out of the car and making my way to where the bar door was.

The words "Australasia" were lit up in bright yellow capitals above the sleek glass doorway, where there were two men either side dressed in black. I walked up, flashing my ID to the guy on the left, before making my way inside.

The place was clearly dripping in money. There were high tables all around the edge of the room with silver and black leather bar stools. In the middle, there were low, smart sofas, two to a table. Each table had a light hanging above it, although the bar itself was lit dimly.

At the back, there was a huge bar, as well as servers, dressed in black, who were carrying drinks around. There was music thumping through the room.

I spotted Rosalie sat at one of the couches in the middle, with a tiny petite girl, with dark cropped hair that fell to her chin. This must be Alice.

I made my way over, ignoring the stares I got from the first few tables, although they did make me feel paranoid.

"Bella!" Rosalie cheered as soon as she spotted me, standing up to hug me, placing a kiss on my cheek.

Rosalie looked phenomenal. She was wearing a tight fitted dress in deep blue, with glossy rose pink lips and dewy skin. Her long blonde hair was full of waves, and she was even taller than usual in her heels.

"Hey Rose," I grinned, hugging her tightly. "You look amazing."

She pulled back, smiling at me. "So do you," she grinned. "Nice dress," she shot me a wink. Yes, Rosalie had made me buy this dress. And the shoes. And the bag. The lipstick too actually.

"Bella, this is Alice Brandon. Alice, this is Bella Swan." I turned to where Alice was, and was immediately engulfed in a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you!" She squealed. "Rosalie hasn't shut up about you for the past month since she knew you were coming here!"

I hugged Alice back, surprised by her affectionate greeting, but completely comfortable with it. I felt relaxed immediately. We were going to get on, I just knew it.

I laughed. "I've heard a lot about you too! I've been looking forward to meeting you," I smiled moving to sit down on the sofa next to Rosalie as Alice took her seat back on the sofa across the table.

Immediately, a server appeared. "Would you like a drink, Miss?" He had a thick Spanish accent, but obviously knew we spoke English from serving Rosalie and Alice, who were already sipping their drinks.

"Thankyou, could a have a glass of white wine, please?" I smiled.

"Make that a bottle," Rosalie cut in, as she downed her Cosmo.

Our server nodded, retreating towards the back of the bar. I was sat facing the entrance, my back to the bar.

"So you're interning with Marca?" Asked Alice, her eyes alight with interest as she took a sip from her own drink.

I nodded, unable to refrain from smiling due to my excitement. "Yes! They've launched their website in English now, so I'm working under that department, I think. Thanks to Rose, obviously."

Rosalie rolled her eyes, knocking her shoulder against mine. "Don't be stupid - like they would turn down someone with a degree from Harvard for an intern!"

I lowered my eyes, smiling, embarrassed by her compliment.

"Rose said you're in fashion?" I asked Alice.

Her face lit up, and she launched in to details about her job and how she was working with the Spanish editors of Vogue here in Madrid.

All in all, she was doing pretty well for herself.

Our wine arrived, the server bringing an ice bucket to leave the bottle in as he bought three glasses over. He uncorked the bottle for us, pouring out three glasses.

"Oh lord, is that Cullen over at the bar?" Alice asked as she took a sip from her glass of wine.

My eyes widened. "As in Edward Cullen?" I gaped.

Alice nodded as Rosalie snickered. "I don't know why you're so shocked, Bell. He's your brother's new BFF, after all, surely you've already met him?"

I shook my head, no. "I've only been here a week, Rose! Oh, Em said hi, by the way."

Rosalie bit her lip, shooting a quick, meaningful look at Alice. I had no idea what that was about – I'd have to find out later.

"Who's he with, Al?"

Alice was still looking over, although she was trying to be subtle. "I don't know them," she shook her head.

Rosalie shrugged, completely blasé about the whole thing. She interviewed Cullen for her job all the time.

Edward Cullen was Real Madrid's star striker, with a huge reputation. At 23, he'd moved here from London club, Chelsea, at the start of the previous season, and had had an incredible season at Madrid. It was almost a shame he was playing at the same time as the likes of Ronaldo and Messi, otherwise he would be a shoo in for the Ballon D'Or. He was still young, though; there was plenty of time.

He was also in the headlines for his private life, as photographs seemed to emerge every other week of Cullen with a different model or socialite. The boy was a heartbreaker, and also devastatingly good looking. With his perfect jaw, dazzling green eyes and Hollywood smile, it wasn't hard to see why he was in such high female demand. His hair, which was a shade of bronze, was messy, constantly making him look as though he had just finished having wild sex.

What with Edward being British, he was the person Emmett found easiest to speak to at Real. Most of the guys there spoke a bit of English, some of them, like Alonso, Ronaldo and Arbeloa, having played in England. Emmett was learning Spanish, and he was actually pretty good at it, but he was still closest to Edward. I was actually thankful that he was at the club – he'd made it a lot easier for Emmett to settle in.

Right on cue, my phone buzzed.

Think Edward might be at the same place as you, he's just asked me to come out but I have an early physio session :( x – Em

Emmett had been spending most of his time with Edward and his friends here in Madrid, so it wasn't much of a surprise that Edward had invited him.

I laughed, showing the message to Rosalie. "He was here as well, he just dropped me off."

Alice peeked at the message too. "Is that Emmett?" I nodded.

"That must be so exciting - that he's playing for Madrid, I mean - you can't get much better than that!"

I nodded. "He was so happy when he found out."

Alice leant forward so she could hear from the other side of the table over the loud music. "What made you decide to move to Madrid then, other than the job offer, I mean? That came after you were already considering coming here, right?"

I took a sip of my wine glass, moving to pick the bottle up. I topped Alice and Rosalie's glasses up before re filling my own.

"Yeah, Emmett and I are really close, and seeing as I'd just finished college, I was kind of free. I've always wanted to come to Madrid anyway, and Emmett suggested me coming out here to keep him company, plus I don't think either of us wanted to live that far apart."

Alice offered a soft smile. "That's really sweet, that the two of you are so close. I wish I had a sibling sometimes."

"Only child?" I asked.

"Yeah," she mused. Then she shrugged. "My parents spoilt me rotten though, so it's not all bad."

We both laughed, as did Rosalie.

Rosalie turned to me, about to ask a question, when Alice offered a small wave and a smile from across the table.

Confused, we both turned towards her, ready to ask her why she was waving at us. It was then that I realised she wasn't looking in our direction, but above our heads towards the back of the bar.

"He's coming over," she nodded, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I knew who she meant without having to ask, and a moment later, I felt a presence on my right, and then a voice, soft as velvet.

"Evening, ladies."

A/N: I'm sure we all know who that is ;) We'll meet Edward properly in the next chapter!

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Thanks for reading!

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