I’m EXTREMELY sorry for not updating for 2 months :( I was really busy with my midterms, but I can’t relax just yet since my finals are right around the corner. I have some free time so I will try my best to update everyday or every other day.
Francesca’s POV I rushed through my apartment and grabbed every clothing item in sight, then stuffing them into a medium sized maroon suitcase. “Damn it!” I cursed as I tried to close the bag. What did I put in there? My hands searched for anything unnecessary and threw them out onto the bed behind me, not even looking twice at what I threw out. For all I knew, I could be underwear-less the entire trip. But I didn’t care, as long as I arrive in Barcelona and see Marc to mend this broken heart. Cheesy…I know. I packed some make-up in my hand bag and put extra tank tops just incase Barcelona was experiencing another heat wave this time of year, & I also packed the shirt Marc gave me when we shared a room in Sitges. Finally, I threw on my Hollister hoodie on, grabbed my keys, and I was out the door. — "Please, I beg you. I need to be on the next flight to Barcelona." The man didn’t seem to care that it was crucial for me to be on the 11:30 P.M. flight, which was in an hour. "I’m sorry, Miss. As I have said previously, the flight does not have any seats available. It is full." He looked at the doors behind me, as if he was trying to tell me to get the hell out. I looked down at my hands, trying to come up with a speech that would convince him to print a flight ticket for me. "Look, sir. It is late, and I’m sure you hate dealing with people like me, but you must put me on that next flight. You see, I was there during the summer to write up a report about the city, and I fell in love with it. I also fell in love with the most amazing man any girl could ever dream of. He needs me now, please just stuff me with the bags! I don’t mind!" He didn’t seem convinced yet. Here come the tears. "Excuse me, miss. I couldn’t help but overhear…you’d like to aboard the plane to Barcelona?" A tall British man, broad shoulders, fit, curly brown hair, and green eyes asked. If I wasn’t in love with Marc, I would definitely go out with this guy. "Yeah, but it’s full already." "Well, my grandmother just entered the hospital, so I can’t go," He said with that sexy British accent of his. "Would you like my ticket?" "Oh no, I really can’t accept that. It’s so nice of you, though." The truth is I wanted it so badly. "No please, take it." He forced the ticket in my hand. My face lit up like a little child who found the golden ticket in the Wonka bar. "How much?" "Free of charge. Please, go now and tell your boyfriend I say he’s one lucky lad." I hugged him tightly. Who cared if I didn’t know him? "Thank you so much…" "James." "Thank you so much James! Give my regards to your grandmother, I hope she’ll be okay." "Thank you, enjoy Barcelona!" And with that, he disappeared through the automatic doors, waving at me one last time. —- "Ladies & gentlemen, please make sure seats are in their upright position and all personal belongings packed as we are beginning our decent into Aeropuerto de Barcelona. This was it. The moment I’ve been dreaming of. I wonder what Marc will say when he sees me…"That bitch" or "finally, that bitch came back!" As I walked through the airport, I remembered the first time I arrived, when Cristina came to pick me up. I wish I could go back and do things differently…like NOT kiss Damon, for example. A taxi magically showed up by the door and helped me with my bags. Smiling while doing so. “Muchas gracias, señor.” I gave him directions to their house, hoping they were there and didn’t move somewhere else. I texted Sergi, telling him to call me asap, which he did. "Hola!" He sounds happy…has he forgotten our little argument? "Hola guapo," I could almost hear him blush. The taxi driver looked back at me, grinning. "Listen, I’m in Barcelona &…" "YOU CAME. Dios mio! Finally!" "Yeah! I couldn’t stand that asshole, you’re right. Anyway, I’m here and I want to surprise Marc." "We’re at the football field right now…Ay, Muniesa, I’m on the phone." "Can you give directions?" "Si! Give me your taxi driver." I did what he said, and the two were speaking rapidly in Spanish. All I understood was "Si," "Aqui," and "Bueno, gracias." "Okay, he’s bringing you here now. See you soon, hermosa." "Hasta luego, Sergi." — I was finally at the pitch. Now wearing Marc’s shirt, which I thanked myself for packing since it was 100 degrees out. There were 20 boys running around with a ball, each passing it to their partner who attempted a goal. I saw Sergi, with who I assumed to be Marc Muniesa. “Eh Fonti, is that your new girlfriend?” Rafa shouted at Fontas, who was passing the ball to someone. This was my cue, I guessed, so I walked up to the group of boys now staring at me. "Hola, me llama Francesca. Dónde está Marc?" Wow, sometimes I surprise myself with the amount of Spanish I knew. Even though none if made sense…probably. They all seemed shocked, as if they knew who I really was. "Hola guapa! I missed you!" Sergi was the first to hug me, and the last. No one else knew me. Or they might know me as "that bitch who broke his heart." "Me too!" I hugged him tighter, ignoring the fact that he was sweaty. My face was buried in his curly hair, which smelled really good surprisingly. "He’ll be out…" And as if on cue, Marc exited the locker room. My heart sank. I was somewhat regretting being here, especially after what I did. I could see him look up from the distance, eyes opened wide when he saw me, and slowly increasing his speed as he ran towards me. Not sure what to do, Sergi nudged me to run towards him. The distance between us was short, but it felt like ages before I finally reached him. I jumped onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, never wanting to let go like I have before. He hugged me tight, and I could feel his tears on my skin. "Don’t ever leave again." He pulled back to look into my eyes, which were also tearing up now. "Never. Please forgive me, Marc. I never want to be with anyone else." I wiped the tears on his face and on my neck. "I do. It’s like it never happened." He pushed the hair away from my face and pulled me into a passionate kiss. The boys behind us were clapping and Ooooooh-ing. It was like having Gerard Pique, Carles Puyol, & Cesc Fabregas behind us - minus the Moc Moc. "We’ll do this properly when we’re alone…tonight." Marc winked at me as I unwrapped my legs and placed them back on the floor. "So this is the beautiful girl you told us about." Rafa said when they approached us. "He never stopped talking about you…" Fontas sighed, covering his face with his hands. "…He was always telling us that you’re the only one." "and how much he loves you." Marc slapped them on the shoulders, receiving a "Not cool, Bartra" from both of them. "So how long are you going to be here?" He asked. I smiled, hoping with that little gesture he’ll know I’m here to stay. "Bien." — Marc drove me to his apartment, which he said was his “bachelor pad.” Not anymore, Bartra, not anymore. When he unlocked the door, I could see a spotless medium sized room, a bed perfect for two, and a kitchen. Marc left to retrieve my bags, which he brought into his apartment 5 minutes later. “Where do you want them?” "Anywhere, Bartra. Just come here." I walked over to him and pulled him into a deep kiss. He kicked the door behind him shut then carried me to his bed where I was placed gently. Sighing as things heated up, he took off his shirt. "Are we really going to do this?" Too busy to reply with a full sentence, he let out an "mmhm" as he kissed my neck, focusing on one area which he knew was my soft spot. Soon the clothes were all gone. — "Marc?" I managed to lift my head up from the soft pillow. The sheets were wrapped around me, concealing my "female areas". "I love you." "I love you more, hermosa." He smiled weakly as he was tired from the love-making. I kissed him again, but this time not as hard. "Ay dios mío! I’m so sorry!" A voice, Eric’s voice came from the door. "Oh my god, Eric!" Marc yelled, half furious, half embarrassed. "I didn’t see anything. I didn’t see anything" He kept on repeating that sentence to himself. "I see you got over Frankie quickly, Marc. A bit too quickly." "What are you talking about? That’s Frankie!" Eric turned around to face me, still not opening his eyes as I tried to fit Marc’s hoodie over my head, which he threw at me when Eric came in. Marc had the sheets wrapped around his waist, running around the room and trying to hide my bra and panties where Eric wouldn’t see them. "You’re back! Change now, so I can give you a proper hug. Also, please take a quick shower…" Eric left the room before Marc had the chance to smack the back of his head. "I’m sorry about that, he didn’t know." "How could he know, anyway?" "I’ll go take a shower now while you say hi to him. Don’t miss me too much." Marc said as he walked towards his bathroom. He let the sheets slip a bit. "Teasing me, eh Marc?" I laughed, but snuck a peek at what he exposed when he let the sheets slip. Guilty. — "What made you decide to come back?" Eric asked, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "I’d rather not talk about it…" Cringing, I remembered Damon. "Hey," Marc came into the living room where we were sitting. He was now squeaky clean. "Talking about me?" He sat on my lap. "Sure, we can’t get enough of you guapo." My hand wrapped around his toned waist, and I could feel his abs behind that shirt. "I’ll leave you two to catch up…just don’t do anything naughty." Eric winked, ruffling my hair. "You know I haven’t showered yet, Eric." ”..excuse me, I have to leave…to disinfect my hand.” & with that, he ran out of the apartment. "Ah, the whole room to ourselves…whatever shall we do?" "Marc, it’s late & I already have my clothes back on." "Hey, I meant watch a movie or something. You and your perverted mind, always thinking about sex. Can’t blame you, I’m very sexy." He smirked, carrying me to his bed again after grabbing a movie from the DVD case. "This is nice." I said once he slipped underneath the sheets, joining me in my junk food feast. Luckily, all he had in his fridge was junk food. "Thanks for coming back. I really missed you…" "Me too." He kissed me goodnight once the movie was done. Soon, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
hey i just read through your fanfic and at first i didn't think i'd like it (no offence but i have a pretty good imagination so i'm picky with other peoples' stories) but i actually found it really cute and a few moments you really surprised me! can't wait for the rest :)