Red Dreams

Chapter 1

Hey everyone, and welcome to story 3 of 4 in the Red series :) may you enjoy this story as much as the last one! Also a quick warning, I gotta admit whilst planning out Red Dreams, I got rather emotional. I'll leave it at that.

So enjoy the first chapter, see you at the end ;)

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"Where are we going?" I asked, unsuccessfully trying to peek through the blindfold Jordan had placed on my eyes.

"You'll see," I heard him reply, the whisper he gave into my ear sending wonderful shivers down my spine. It felt like I was going down a set of stairs, so I held onto the hand I knew as well as my own as Jordan led me down with confidence.

"Just a little more, come on," he urged me on with his soft, yet baritone voice whilst his other hand was placed on the small of my back, guiding me back up another set of stairs. I then felt the ground change from hard floor which echoed with each step we both took to soft, squishy grass. This played on my mind a little; where the hell were we? I couldn't quite put my finger on it, however all doubt always escaped my mind when Jordan was by my side.

"This is it, let me take this off you," he said as he gently lifted the blindfold from my eyes. For a few seconds it was complete pitch black, I couldn't even make out Jordan stood next to me yet I was reassured by his tender touch on my upper arm. But, one by one giant flood lights began to illuminate different sections of what I knew to be my second home. The Centenary Stand, Anfield Road, the Main Stand and finally the Kop. When the last floodlight turned itself on, the glory filled stadium that was Anfield was in full view.

"Anfield," I breathed and grinned with delight, taking in the magnificent view of an empty ground in which I loved and cherished so much. "How did you do it?!"

"It was pretty easy actually, a couple of autographs for the stewards, some tickets for the groundskeeper and a whole lot of help from Jay!" he told me as he led me to the centre circle where a quaint little picnic layout for the both of us. There was a traditional red and white plaid blanket, a wicker basket and a football, like an exact replica of one of the Premier League balls the team used every weekend.

"It's weird to think that you and the lads played on this very grass yesterday. Crazy," I sat down opposite Jordan on the blanket, crossing my legs and admiring the world famous Kop stand over his shoulder.

"I'm a miracle worker, baby," he winked and pulled a packet of sausage rolls from the basket. "Freshly made by Lexa."

"You are a miracle worker. Lexa never cooks anything."

We ate, drank, conversed and laughed with one another, filling the otherwise deadly silent stadium with merriment. After we'd consumed our mini banquet, Jordan gave me a wink, picked up the football and soon enough we were sprinting across the flourishing freshly cut Anfield turf with Jordan dominating the ball whilst I tried my best to steal it from him.

"That's not fair, Jord! You play in the Premier League!"

His head tossed back and he boomed out a laugh as he kicked up the ball. It, of course, landed perfectly in his hands, always obedient to its master. "You know, you look really beautiful with my jersey on."

I giggled in response, peeking down at the Liverpool jersey which had my boyfriend's name plastered on the back. "You're lucky I wore this one, I couldn't find mine."

He chuckled and gave me a grin, yet the grin held a mischievous glint to it. "You know what else? Pretty soon there won't be a difference between your jersey and mine,"

"And why would that be Mr Henderson?" I asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Because we'll be sharing the same last name," and with that statement, he dropped the ball, pulled a glistening ring from his jacket pocket and dropped down on one knee.

I immediately started shaking my head in pure shock, my heart quickening its beat. "Are you serious? What are you doing?"

"Miss Bea Travis, you've been like a little ray of sunshine in my life for the last year, you've kept me grounded and whenever there's anything wrong, I know I can come to you. It's been a pleasure to wake up to you every morning, to hold you, kiss you, to make love to you. So I can't wait any longer babe, will you be my wife?" he looked expectantly up at me, smiling that smile that I knew and loved so well.

Tears started to pour down my cheeks as I let out a squeal of pleasure. I then fell to my own knees and snaked my arms around his neck, our faces barely an inch from one another's. "Yes. Yes of course I will."

I then molded my lips into his as he intertwined our tongues, fingers running through my hair. We then touched foreheads and he took my left hand in his right and slipped the ring on.

"Forever, little squirrel," he delicately whispered.

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Ugh, Jordan is just so wonderful. He ruins my life with his face.

Anyway, I hope you loved that opening chapter! I hope it was a surprise for you all ;) bet you weren't expecting that :P

Also thanks to Footballinheels for writing this for me as a one shot like literally ages ago! I just added a few bits, but by all means go and check out the original version :)

Also when I was writing this chapter, the song Next To Me by Emeli Sande popped up on my iPod. That song reminds me of Jordan quite a lot hahaha.

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