A First for Everything (Cristiano Ronaldo)

First Day

Kendall's POV

I just landed in Paris and for some reason I have this unsettle feeling deep down in my stomach.

I hauled my heavy luggage behind me and made my way to a cab, that was to drive to right to my photo shot.

Thats right.

Just landed.

And already getting to work.

The jet lag was catching up to and I rubbed my temples gently.

I was out of breath and trying to process the entire situation. Tomorrow I'll get to see Cristiano Play and that was honestly the only thing i was looking forward to, that and the huge Louis Vuitton store I plan to visit.

I decided to text Cris and tell him I landed safely, just incase he was worried.

To: Cris

Just landed :) Hows Junior?

Seconds later I got a reply, like he was waiting for me to text him.

From: Cris

Glad you landed safely! :) And juniors not feeling well at all. The doctor says he might have caught something at school. He misses you.

I sighed. There was no way I could have fun in Paris knowing poor Junior is sick. Ive gotten so close to him he's like my world now, the fact that he misses me doesn't help.

I was so worried about him I didn't even notice we had arrived at the place where the shot was being held.

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( 6 hours later )

"You can enjoy the rest of the week for yourself sweetheart! You've worked so hard and I just want you to have fun." Said Kelly through the phone.

Ignored what she said, "Hey have you talked to Cris or his manager? Do you know how Juniors doing?" I asked as I bit on my nails, bad habit when Im nervous.

She sighed, "Sorry no. But hey your off duty, you don't have to worry about Cris, just have fun in Paris and relax."

"Fun? How im I suppose to have fun if Junior is sick?" I asked irritated.

"I have to go Kendall. Goodnight." she hung up.

Rude much.

I collapsed on the King bed and pulled the silk sheets over me.

Looking around the room I admired the gold detailing. This room was fit for a queen. The bathroom is huge, theres fancy statues, and the bed is huge.

I giggled and thought about what kind of inappropriate jokes Cris would make. I kind of like his flirty side, but he has this sweet side that I love too.

I laid there for a few more minutes and thought about Cris.

What am I feeling for him?

I keep telling myself its nothing.

But then I find myself constantly thinking about him.

I began drifting off to sleep worrying about Juniors health and Cris' game tomorrow.

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