Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 13

The day of meeting your mother is finally here; you have missed each other so much.  

One month and a week pass and there is no day you and Enrique don't call and text each other. Often, you sleep in a shirt that you took from him before he left, feeling the need to have his scent as close to you as possible. 

*Meanwhile backstage in USA* 

''You tired?'' one staff member asks Enrique. 

''Not sure, to be honest'' Enrique answers while putting on clean clothes. amused at his own reply. 

''Well, don't forget you have a day off tomorrow, so rest is recommended'' the man says. 

''Wait, do I?'' he stops in his tracks and looks at his colleague.

''Yes, you do. You should sleep it out'' his colleagues tells him honestly. Every day of the next following weeks will include a concert.  

''No, fuck that. I'm flying out to Italy to see Y/N'' Enrique says.  

''Enrique, you can't do that. You really have to take it easy, you're on tour. Concentrate!''

''I have a day off, I haven't seen my girlfriend in a long time, and I have nothing to do with a day off''  Enrique replies obviously irritated. ''Fuck it, I'm off to Italy, man''. 

A bit annoyed at the staff member, Enrique puts on his jacket, picks up his phone and wallet and leaves the room. 

''Oh, you're in a hurry, aren't you? Where are you heading, cowboy?'' you dad asks as he sees Enrique's long and quick steps. 

''Sir, I know that everyone says I should stay and rest, but I can't. I need to see Y/N, so I'm on my way to Italy'' Enrique says. 

''I understand'' you dad replied with a smile. ''Tell her I said hi and give her a big hug from me, please''. 

''I definitely will. If she calls you, don't tell her I'm coming, please''. 

''Have a good flight, son''.  

Enrique smiles at your dad calling him ''son'' and he goes to the airport to take a last minute plane to Italy. He has nothing but a wallet and a phone, but what matters when his girlfriend is just a few hours away from him? 

''Holà'' he says through the phone. 

''Hi'' you say sleepily, having no idea that while you talk to him, he is on his way to you. 

''Oh, I woke you up, didn't I?'' 

''It's fine, at least I woke up to your voice'' 

''I always forget about the time different, I'm sorry'' 

''Don't you worry about it. How are you? How was today's gig?'' 

''I'm fine, how are you?'' he answers. ''Listen, go back to sleep and call me in the morning when you're awake. 

''Okay, I will'' you nod, almost falling asleep. 

''Sleep tight'' he says as he hangs up, a huge grin on his face. 

* 

It's 2 am in the night and you hear strange noise. You wake up but see no lights on, your mother is sleeping and the sound seems to come from the front door. Gathering courage and hoping this isn't how you die, you take your dad's baseball bat and go see what the sound is. 

Realizing that the noises come from someone knocking at the door, you feel your heart start racing really fast, afraid that whoever it is might break in and hurt you. But as you quietly peek through the key hole, you let the baseball bat fall to the floor as your eyes widen in surprise and the corners of your mouth go up to form a big smile. Opening the door, you feel Enrique's immediate embrace. 

''Surprise'' he says into your ear as he holds you tight. 

''I could swear this was how I die. I thought you were a thief'' you said amused, but with teary eyes. ''I can't believe you're here''. 

''I had to see you'' he says. ''As soon as I found out I had a day off, you were my first thought''. 

''Y/N ARE YOU OKAY? '' your mother comes running down the stairs.  ''Oh. Oh,Enrique!'' she continues as soon as she sees you and Enrique. ''Hello dear'' she says as she stretches out her right arm to meet Enrique's. This is the first time he meets your mother. 

''A pleasure to meet you'' Enrique says sweetly. 

''Now that nothing is wrong, I will go back to sleep, if that's ok with you'' she says sleepily. ''I will sit and chat with you tomorrow, Enrique''. 

''Goodnight, Y/M/N (your mother's name)'', he says as he watched her head back upstairs. ''So, I see you've been sleeping in my shirt'' he continues. 

''Of course, it helps a lot. It feels a bit like you are with me'' 

''You are so wonderful'' he says, kissing your forehead. ''Let's go sleep though'' he grabs your hand and leads you upstairs. 

''Goodnight, baby girl'' he says contently as he holds you, the soft sheets covering half your bodies. It feels good to have you next to him; empty hotel beds do not feel as good as this.