Número Uno. (A Fernando Torres love story)

You are the Fernando to my Torres.

1..

"Are you's ready for me to take your order?" I smiled walking over to the table where four beautiful boys were sat but then it hit me, they weren't just the normal men you would see on the street. They were footballers! Sat before my very eyes were: Juan Mata, Fernando Torres, Cesar Azpilicueta and Chelsea's skipper John Terry.

I had to bit my lip to stop myself from smiling like an idiot. "No not yet sweetheart we've just arrived here, maybe in about five or ten minutes we will" John smiled, he sounded lovely and was an amazing defender. I've grown up supporting Chelsea so you may understand how surreal this moment is for me, I was gobsmacked.

I let a little smile out which grew into a grin, oh no this wasn't good. Was I creeping them out? "Oh sorry boys, need any drinks or anything like that?" Okay maybe I was annoying them just a little bit.

They all seemed to look at each other like I was some sort of crazed fan that wanted to watch every breath they took or something, I was starting to get really paranoid and these were supposed to be men that I admire. "Yes go on, 4 pints of larger please" the one with longish blonde hair smiled which of course was Fernando Torres!

I noted it down quickly on my notepad and rushed off to the bar which of course gave me the four pints on tray so I didn't spill them on people. I carefully carried their drinks over to their table which was table number 8 which was Frank Lampard's number if course! "Here's your drinks boys, enjoy" I smiled again turning away and walking to the back of the room waiting for a table that was ready to give me their orders. You know when you get that feeling that someone is staring at you and you don't know where to look? Well that is the feeling I have now but you won't believe who was staring at me with a smile on his face not knowing that I could see him, it's Fernando Torres! Fernando fucking Torres! I looked at him and he looked down at the table, I wanted eye contact with him. Wouldn't that be perfect? I reckon it would be.

I was called over by table number 8 who obviously wanted me to take their orders, I walked over feeling drained from my long and hard shift that was due to end in twenty minutes time. "What can I get you?"

"A Fernando special please" Juan smiled joking on.

I frowned. "I've never heard of that meal before?" The table erupted into non stop laughter, they were ripping the piss out of me and they were professional footballers.

"Well aren't you stupid for working here?" John stated being funny with me, I was sick of these. I was just gonna quit my shift early because these boys were dicks and they were supposed to be people I look up to.

"Oh erm I'm sorry but my shift is over." I ran into the staff room to grab my bag and coat then sulked out of the restaurant's door after a very bad shift. All I had wanted to do was impress them and even if it was possible get to know them better you know. I was sat on a table outside of the restaurant waiting for my mam to pick me up even though she wouldn't be here for a good half an hour yet and it was freezing.

The restaurant door opened behind me and it was Fernando, Fernando fucking Torres! Was he following me? "Oh there you are!" He smiled coming over to sit next to me looking and smelling beautiful.

Why did he want me? "Yes here I am" I smiled pretending I was fine but deep down I was devastated.

Fernando frowned. "Are you sure?" He sighed placing his hand on top of mine and looking straight into my eyes sending tingles through my body, it was almost as if I was dreaming.

"Positive." I lied forcing out a smile.

Fernando started looking quite nervous, what was he nervous about? He had nothing to be nervous for? If anything I should be the one that's nervous as a gorgeous footballer is sat right before my eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way but...can I give you my number?"