Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 3

A few days pass by, days in which you get even to know Enrique more. Now you know each other more personally and hang out even more. He is charming and funny and you couldn't ask for a better company.

It's time for the first concert of the tour and you're backstage, watching Enrique warm up. You cannot stop looking at every single feature on his face, the funny expressions he has when he sings a high note or when he does some weird dance move. 

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Almost the end of the performance and Pitbull who has now finished his duo comes closer to you and whispers: ''I've never seen him so happy on stage as he is tonight and trust I've been around for a while now. I don't know what you are doing to him, but I love it''

''I don't think it has anything to do with me though'' you say as you look at Enrique performing his last song. 

''It's something about you that makes him happy. It's amazing'' Pitbull answers. 'His face lights up when he sees you. He's happy, Y/N. So please never stop what you're doing''.

You know there's an expressions of slight shock on your face but you can't seem to brush it off. But it's confusing. Why would he be so happy because of you? You didn't do too much. Maybe I make a good friend. Yes, that must be it, you say to yourself. 

As Enrique comes towards you, Pitbull pats your shoulder slowly, whispers ''make sure you see what I see'' and goes away. 

''What did you think? Was it good?'' Enrique says jumping up and down, still pumped from the show. 

''That was amazing! True artist here everyone'' you say laughing. 

On your way to Enrique's dressing room, he stop suddenly and looks at you admiringly. Something about that makes your stomach feel flooded with all kinds of beautiful emotions. 

''You look beautiful tonight'' he says out of nowhere. Blushing, you chuckle a bit. 

''So I was ugly yesterday, huh?'' you joke. To which he responds with a small, incredibly adorable laugh and a shake of the head. 

''You always look beautiful'' he answers as he takes a few steps closer to you. ''Listen, I reall-'' 

He gets interrupted by two loud people passing by. He then backs up and you hear him whisper to himself: ''Shit, what the fuck am I doing?''. Confused, you start making your way to the dressing room again, Enrique following silently. 

In the large dressing room, several people have gathered with champagne to celebrate Enrique's first show of the tour. Though the only thing on your mind is the moment a few minutes ago. What did he want to say? 

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Back at the hotel you, your dad, Enrique and the whole crew are having drinks at the bar, until you feel warm air brush your neck. Suddenly you hear ''Do you want to get away from here?'' come from a voice you know too well, sending shivers down your spine. His soft whisper is song to your ears. 

You nod your head and in the next second he grabs your hand and leads you outside. He takes you on a hill behind the hotel from where you can see a bit of the skyline of the city. It's very dark there, but it's warm and silent and it feels safe. You lay back on the grass next to Enrique, with the sky your only sight. You haven't felt this content in a long time; the stars look like glitter on the dark sky and in the silence you can only hear Enrique's slow breaths. 

His fingers caress yours as he admires the night sky.  

''I want to have my own star. Look..that one'' He says pointing at a bright star to the right. ''Look at how delicate it looks. I want to name it after you'' he says as you suck in a sharp breath. ''That's my star'' he continues as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. A star he wants to name after you? His star? 

''Then I want that one to be named after you'' you say as you point to the one next to Enrique's.  ''It is as shiny and twinkly as yours and they seem to always shine together, equally bright'' your voice is shaky as you can't believe what you're saying.

You can feel him smile next to you as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

He surely only sees me as his good friend. Surely, you think to yourself as you feel hundred of thousands of childish butterflies take over your stomach. 

She only sees me as her friend, nothing more. What am I doing?, he thinks to himself as his heart beats grow insanely rapid with every second.