Feel It In The Air (A Fernando Torres Story)

Who's That Chick?

So this story started off as a one shot but I got so much good feedback, I decided to extend it to a story :) So here's the one shot :)

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Belinda’s P.O.V

“Bells? Will we get in trouble for being here?” I looked at my best friend to see her looking around the Anfield parking lot. Anfield Stadium, home of the Liverpool soccer team. I loved to come here at midnight and sit on the hood of my car, with my radio turned on low and just stare at the stars. For some reason the stars seen to shine better here… or maybe it was my love for soccer and nature that made this spot so perfect for me.

“Nah,” I said shaking my head. “Just relax Cat, I’ve done this plenty of times.”

Cat looked around some more before lying down on the hood of my car. “You’ve done this plenty of times?”

I nodded. “How come I never knew?” whined Cat. I laughed and sat on the hood of my car.

“I don’t know, I always come alone… its my favorite place to come.”

“Huh… and you never got caught?”

“Nope” I said popping the ‘p.’ I got up and went to the driver’s seat to find my phone when I heard my favorite song.

“Feel the adrenaline

Moving under my skin

It's an addiction

Such an eruption

Sound is my remedy

Feeding me energy

Music is all I need”

“Oh! I love this song!” I yelled turning it as loud as my car would allow it. I started to sing along and dance.

”Baby I just wanna dance

I don't really care

I just wanna dance

I don't really care... Care... Care

(Feel it in the air... yeah)”

I grabbed Cat’s hand and both of us laughed and swayed around hips to the music.

Fernando’s P.O.V.

It’s been 5 months since Olalla called it quits and ever since I found myself coming to the field during the middle of the night. I don’t know why but it helps me think clearly and it’s so relaxing just to lay on the field and looking up at the sky. Makes me feel- my thoughts were interrupted by someone laughing. I got up and looked around the field. I thought I was alone…? I looked around and saw I was alone… was I going crazy? I stood still and heard music… I couldn’t really hear the lyrics but it had a good beat to it. I smiled, it sounds like it coming from outside. I got up and made my way to the exit. I walked around the parking lot until I saw a car. I stood still watching from afar as I saw two girls laughing and dancing. That’s when I heard the song loud and clear.

“Back on the dance floor

Bad enough to take me home

Base kicking so hard

Blazing through my beating heart

French kissing on the floor

Heart is beating hardcore

Err-body's getting a little tipsy

On the crazy juice

This will end up in the news