Lost in Your Eyes | Enrique Iglesias

Chapter 17

Hello everyone! It's been a very long time since I updated, I know, but I am back and ready to write again. 

About the story, even though it's been two years, the story will go on from where it was left - a few month into their relationship- but the setting is in 2017  (where he has already done ''Subeme la radio'' and all that), and not 2015. Also, I will do it from Y/N's POV. Let me know if you want some chapters from Enrique's POV too. 

 So finally, here is chapter 18, nothing special, quite short, but hey..Enjoy! 

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Y/N POV 

The clock reads 9:32 and I wake up to the snores of Enrique. It makes me laugh, because he doesn't usually snore, and I know for a fact that he only snores when he is having intense dreams. I kiss his nose and I head downstairs and get out all the necessary things for some pancakes. 

First pancake done and I feel Enrique's hands on my hips, hugging me from behind. 

''It smells so good'' he says as he covers my neck with small kisses. 

''It will soon smell like ashes if you don't stop distracting me'' I tell him, making him giggle against the soft skin of my neck. 

We eat breakfast in peace, then because it's pouring outside, we head to the living room to watch a movie . To be honest, I feel bored. I know I should just enjoy being with Enrique, but I am bored. I want to do something, I want out. 

Eh, whatever. Maybe it's best to forget it; it's probably just the weather putting me off. 

''You know, my parents are coming back tomorrow morning''. 

''Yeah..I know'' Enrique answers while looking for a movie to watch. 

I feel bad. Or..better said, I feel weird. I kind of feel weird. I really don't want him to think that I am the kind of person who can't do anything on my own. I don't want him to think that I am used to my parents doing everything for me. I am 22 and I have never even had my own apartment. What is wrong with me? These thoughts are really putting me down. They need to stop.  

''I want you to move in with me'' Enrique says. And he chooses to say it in the wrong moment, because I choke on my orange juice. He wants me to what? ''Are you ok?'' he asks. 

''Are you serious?'' I ask him, now looking him dead serious in the eyes. 

''Yes, love, why wouldn't I be? Come live with me, share my house with me. I want to see you every morning and every night'' he takes my hand and kisses it. 

I look at him and I feel my heart beat going higher and higher. This is the man I am in love with, the love of my life. Yes, I can say that after only four months. Actually, as a matter of fact, I knew it from the moment I met him that I would fall for him so hard, whether he turned out to be mine or not. Yet here we are, I am his girlfriend and I get to kiss him whenever I want to. 

He is analyzing my face, waiting for an answer. He is nervous, I know it because he is biting that bottom lip. I wonder what he's thinking. 

''I..want to. But are you sure?'' I tell him nervously. 

''What do you mean? Of course I am sure'' 

''I mean..what if you realize I am not the one? What if you realize that I am indeed too young for you? '' damn, why am I like this? 

''Don't be ridiculous, love. At this point I don't care about the age difference nor anything else. You are the one and you should never doubt that'' he tells me. I feel myself soften..he is so sweet, oh god, so handsome. I kiss him hard. I cannot fight this desire to devour his lips every time he looks at me. 

''My mom will cry her eyes out, you know that right?'' I say laughing, but feeling sad for her deep inside. I know that she will cry, I know that she will be so sad. And when it comes to dad, I know it will hurt him to see his ''little baby'', as he calls me, fly away. I love them more than anything in this world, but I know for sure they will be happy knowing that Enrique makes so happy. 

''I know, love. I feel so bad for them, but it will be alright. And you do whatever you want, I am not forcing you to do anything. Okay, mi vida?'' he says. Damn, he knows how to give me butterflies and he is so extremely attractive when he calls me sweet things in Spanish. 

''I want to move in with you, baby'' I say, meaning it.

''Let's do it the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow we pack. Is it too early? I am very impatient. I need to see your face every day, love''. 

It is early, but I want to do it. 

*Next day*

We are out having sushi with my parents and I feel seriously nervous. I don't want to make mom cry at the restaurant, but this is the right moment, since we're all here. 

''Mom, dad, Enrique asked me to move in with him and I will do it'' I finally say it. I feel weird once again. I am an adult, I will be 22 this fall. I feel like I am asking them for permission, not just informing them. I need someone to punch me in the face right now. 

I look at mom, she is a bit shocked. She grabs my hand and smiles, her eyes watery. ''As long as it makes you happy, go for it. Both your dad and I love Enrique and we support you two in everything you do'' she says. I love this woman, she is my strength, my rock. She is the one whose shoulder I've cried on, the one I can trust with everything I have. She reacted better than I expected and I cannot be happier. 

''I want you to know that she is and always will be my little baby and I will always look out for her, no matter how old I get'' dad tells Enrique. I can easily say I feel the same for dad as I feel for mom.

''I know and I will never get in the way of that. I love your daughter very much and I would never do anything to hurt her'' Enrique says, kissing my forehead. I adore him, I can't stop saying it and never will. 

I decide to tell them we are flying to the States tomorrow, which made my mom start crying, of course. Out of all, it is my parents who are not ready to let their daughter fly away from her crib, but they will get used to it. Plus, I will visit often. 

We decided to spend the rest of the day with my parents, then pack at night. We can sleep on the plane too, not a big deal. In two days I am flying to Miami to start a totally new life with the love of my life. I feel scared, but most of all, I feel happy.