Addicting (A Yoandri Cabrera Fanfic)

chapter one.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," I whispered to myself, sitting in my car inside a parking lot at the airport. Was I really that crazy to be here for the reason that I was here?

I was at the airport because I had a feeling he was going to be here. I felt like such a stalker.

Yoandri posted a picture of himself at the airport in Miami, and I knew he was headed over to LA because he was on the verge of signing a record deal. I had done a teeny weeny little bit of research and found the arrival time for the flight I believed he was on.

I was expecting to see other fans at the airport but the hall seemed pretty empty. I'm sitting on one of the chairs in the arrivals waiting room, trying hard to look casual, but I'm keeping my eyes peeled for that messy black head of hair and those gorgeous brown eyes I knew too well.

I had been sitting for about an hour, and I spot a guy coming up the arrivals ramp in tight dark jeans, a white shirt and a leather jacket. His hair was in natural curls, a perfect mess on his head, hinting that he had just woken up from his flight. He seemed a little groggy and out of place after a long flight, but damn did he look amazing.

He looked a lot older than I was used to seeing him in the cover art from his singles when he was on La Banda. He was sixteen then, and after two years, he had changed a bit, for the better. His jawline had fully set in, making his cheeks hollow in a bit. I had never seen him in person but he was taller than I anticipated, he looked just under 6' and his jeans fit him so well. His eyes hadn't changed at all, they were still mesmerizing, his eyebrows were just as dark as his hair, I swear I didn't know how I could contain myself. He was eighteen, and so was I, but he looked like a model and I still thought I looked like a freshman in high school instead of a college freshman.

I had to stop staring and do something. I couldn't sit here looking at Yoandri walk past me and leave already, without me having taken a chance to talk to the boy that had kept me going through my days.