Red Love

Chapter 2

"Yo Bea!"

"Yeah!"

I put on my last sock, picked up my high tops and wandered out of my bedroom into the living room where Jay was still sat on FIFA and Aaron and Dylan were eating toast.

"What are you doing today?" Jay asked, eyes fixed on the television screen.

"I'm going out shopping with Lexa, why?" I replied, watching the TV screen as Jay cunningly tapped a few buttons to make Liverpool's long-haired Geordie striker Andy Carroll score.

"Damn it. We were hoping you'd make that chicken curry for lunch..." Dylan sighed.

I raised my eyebrow at all three lads. Food, football and XBOX...is that all men are bothered about?

"Can you at least cope for about 3 hours?" I pulled on my high tops and Aaron whimpered.

"3 hours?! Holy crap! By that time I will have died from starvation! Man...women and shopping!" he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," I rolled my eyes right back at him, picked my bag up from the coffee table and looked at them all rigidly. "You all better be dressed when I get back!"

"We will be," the three of them chorused.

"Jeez, there's no need to sound like that, I'm not your mother!" I frowned and strolled to the door.

"Well, if you're not gonna make us chicken curry for lunch, we'll just order pizza!" said Dylan, smugly.

"Oh no, you've upset me and my culinary skills, I'm so hurt!" I sarcastically said.

I walked out the door and slammed it for good measure (What? I wanted to prove a point!). I wish all three of them would just grow up already! It's like I have to mother them with every little thing they do just because I'm the only female in the house...it's depressing. And it stresses me out how three young lads - two aged 17 and the other 20 - don't have the brains to do something as humane and simple as clean up after themselves...it's barbaric! But! I have to put up with them because deep down (OK, maybe deep, deep down!), I love them all very dearly...after all, they're all I have.

I laughed as I got into my car. Damn, the guys would pound on me if they heard me saying something as cheesy as that!

Breathing in the cool, fresh air, I hopped into my car, put on my seatbelt, revved up the engine of my top of the range Audi, checked left and right for cars and started to reverse out when I spotted a BMW accelerating towards the rear end of my car. I immediately slammed on the breaks and was jolted forwards in my seat. The seatbelt cut into my collarbone and ribs and I cursed at the intolerable pain as my pelvis was effectively crushed against the bottom part of the seatbelt.

Seriously, I had braked that hard that I had very disturbing thoughts I'd broken something, maybe even everything, in my body. The seatbelt had penetrated my rib cage that severely that I could hardly move.

I lightly rested my head on the steering wheel and turned the engine off calmly. Maybe someone would come and help me if I stayed in this position long enough...

As I contemplated the pain in my rib area, I heard a soft knock on the car door window.

"I think I'm dying," I murmured. Although I knew whoever was on the other side of the door couldn't hear me, it was worth a shot.

The car door clicked open and a low-key, melodic voice flowed through my ears. I didn't recognise the voice at all...or did I?

"Oh god, are you OK?" It was a deep North-East accent. And it was a guy. And, oh god, it was a footballer! Yep, I knew who this was now...

"Oh crap, I am so sorry!" the guy said as I muttered a response.

I sluggishly lifted my head and clutched the left side of my body. The guy could see I was in a lot of pain so he gently took my arm to steady me.

"Are you okay to move?" his delicate tones shot shivers down my spine. For godsake, I was meant to be in pain here, not feeling attracted to this guy!

"Yeah, just about," I replied.

"What's your name?"

"Bea," I mumbled, swinging my legs out of the car and leaning against the frame of the door.

I looked up at the lean figure who still had hold of my arm. Yep, that was him, that was Liverpool midfielder Jordan Henderson! My eyes could not help but absorb his appearance: his astonishingly angelic sea-blue eyes; the way his dark blonde hair was neatly gelled back; how his mouth was curved into a tender, reassuring smile...

"You sure you're okay, Bea?" Jordan looked at me uncertainly as he knelt down in front of me. My heart kind of skipped a beat as he looked straight into my eyes.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. It's just my rib that kind of hurts, that's all..."

"Well, if I can get you up and get you inside, could you get someone to take you to hospital?" he asked and I smiled and nodded.

"Which is your place?"

I pointed at my apartment and he slowly started to pull me to my feet. When I was upright, he took the hand that was holding my arm and placed it around my waist to support me, grabbed my bag and car keys out the car and locked it. "Let's go,"

We started to head silently towards the apartment building and I reached for my bag and pulled my keys out. I twisted them in the lock and pushed the door open. It wasn't far to walk now to get to my apartment which was good...my rib was killing me!

And yes, I was fully aware that his hand was wrapped around my waist. It was literally taking all my strength and effort not to squeal with joy!

"You really scared me back there! I saw you brake and you just seemed to jolt forward. It looked pretty painful!" he said. "I use this street as a shortcut to training and I see next to no one ever come out of their houses or, in your case, reversing out their driveways. It kind of suprised me!"

"Sorry. I don't think I looked properly when I was reversing..." I gave an awkward smile and Jordan laughed.

"Don't apologise. It's my fault, I shouldn't have been driving that fast," he smiled as we passed the remaining apartment doors until we got to mine.

"Well, I've got to head. I'm running really late, but you're okay, yeah? There's someone inside to drive you to the hospital?" Jordan asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem. Be careful now!" he gave me one last spine-tingling grin and turned to head down the hall.

"Oh, and Jordan?"

He turned around, suprise etched on his face. He obviously didn't know I knew who he was.

"Good luck for tomorrow's game," I gave him one of my best smile's and unlocked the door to my apartment, leaving the footballer stunned in the hallway.

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Hehe, so there you go :P

So how did you like the second chapter? Comment and vote if you want, it would be very much appreciated :)

OK, so I'm gonna dedicate this chapter to my new buddy Stilettoheels. She has a totally awesome story which is also a Liverpool fan fiction entitled You'll Never Walk Alone :) it's amazing, I love it x) so go and check it out =D we're also practically sisters...I swear, she's long lost :P and we're both madly in love with Jordan Henderson so double yay xDD

Stay tuned for the next chapter :) littlekopiteluu xx