Strike (Klance fanfiction) (soccer au)

Chapter 14

Keith POV again because I'm the author and I do what I want lol

"And I was like Baby Baby Baby Ohhh!"

"Lance stop"

"Like baby, baby, baby, ohhh"

"Please stop"

"Like Baby baby baby nooooo!" He looks pointedly at me while he sings no. "I thought you'd always be mine!"
"No stop, I'm dying here!" I cover my ears as he sings along to the stupid song playing on the radio. Ugh, why was Justin's voice so squeaky? It's unnatural!
I curse the fact that the limo couldn't take us to Messi knows where today because its the drivers day off. So, everyone else piled into a rented four-seater car deciding they were too 'cool' for a minivan and Lance decided to rent a lamborghini to satisfy his boyish dreams. And here I am now, having to deal with Lance listening to evil high pitched pre pubescent Justin Bieber trying to stop my ears from bleeding.
Finally, after 3 torturous minutes, the song ends and a Spanish love song comes on. Please, don't let Lance know this song-
"Llame a nuevo uno uno ha habido un robo que usted robó mi corazón me he covertido en una victima" he sings with so much emotion that I could almost believe that he was confessing his feelings to me. I got tingles just listening to his melodic voice singing to me as if I was the only man in the world.
"Me llevaste en una persecusión pero ahora te tengo te sostendré en mi qbrazo y esperoque nunca te pierda" I was held captive by his voice as he sings along to the song as he drives past houses and trees. Everything but his face a blur in the colourless background.
"Me ayudas cuando me desplomé escoja uo los pedazos de mi corazón roto me sostienes mientras lloro sobre una vida pasada y me guías a través de mi conflictividad paralizante" I'm captivated, stuck in this moment, this single, beautiful moment, where everything, the stress of the upcoming cup, the buildup of emotions to see what everyone had planned, and all the confusing feelings I have for Lance, falls away into back of my mind. He looks like a god, the sun shining down on his tan face, his brown eyes shining with untold emotion, smiling as bright as the sun shining far above us.
"Llame a nuevo uno uno
Ha habido un robo que usted robó mi corazón me he covertido en una victima" the song ends and I sigh, disappointed. It was a beautiful song, even though I didn't understand anything the artist sang. Lance seems like he doesn't want to talk so I let him think.
After a couple minutes of silence, Lance finally speaks, and shokingly, there wer tears in his eyes "My dad used to sing that song to my mom every time he saw her to show his love. He taught it to me before he-he.." He stops and pulls over to the side of the road, too consumed by emotion to speak.
"What Lance, what happened?" I ask, putting my hand on his shoulder.
He turns, grabbing onto me, as if I was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
"He died." He sobs into my shoulder and I hold him as he shakes "We were driving down a highway on our way to a concert when I was twelve, singing this exact song, when all of a sudden, a truck came barrelling right into our lane out of no where. It happened so quick and there was nothing that we could do to get of the way so he sacrificed himself by jumping in front of me before the truck hit. Next thing I knew, I was awake, covered in blood and there were people all around me, asking me all sorts if questions while all I could think about was Where was he? Turned out that by him covering me, he saved me from getting impaled by huge shards of glass and he died instantly from so many shards in his throat. I just loved him so much. One second he was right beside me, laughing at one of my jokes and the next, he was gone.  Sometimes I feel like I should've died and he should've lived and that everything would be better. My older sister and brother wouldn't have left Emma, my mom and me alone"
I stroke his head, letting him get all his emotions out. "Lance, don't say that! I don't know what I would do without you, what anyone would do without you! Your father died protecting you and I don't think he wants to see his son blaming himself about everything."
He smiles weakly up at me, nodding his head slightly. "You're right," he grins, back to his normal self though I could still tell he was upset. "and I don't want to worry yo on your birthday! I have a party to get you to!"
"What? A party?" I ask but my voice is drowned out by Lance turning his songs back up and to my dismay Single Ladies was playing. Please no-
"All the single ladies"
"Please don't"
"All the single ladies,"
"Lance stop"
"All the single ladies, NOW PUT YOUR HANDS UP!"

A/N
Once again I am back with my short chapters but shhhh. Don't worry, only two more:-short ones to go and then were back at school. Yay!
Remeber to commemt, vote, bla bla bla, and all that jazz, I need the help.
Keep reading,
Brooke
P.S
Tere are probably a lot of mistakes because I'm typing this on a really old tablet, Whoops!