Red Love

Chapter 16

To say that I speedily got out of my car and ran all the way to Jordan's apartment would be a bit of an understatement.

In actual fact, I parked up outside of his apartment building, got out the car, had no urge to go around it so I did a Starsky and Hutch type roll over the bonnet and injured my rib even more in the process. To conclude, I ended up half jogging, half stumbling to his apartment. I'm such an idiot...

As soon as I got there, I started banging on the door with all my might. Whatever he was sorry about, I had to know!

"Jordan! Jordan, please! Please open the door! I'm sorry that I haven't contacted you this week! I just needed to get my shit together! But now I know what I want, it's you, Jordan! Please, you've got to know that!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, still booming my fist on the door.

It sounded like there was no one indoors. Or he was just ignoring me...

"Jordan, please! I'm sorry!"

I stopped and took a minute to catch my breath.

If he was ignoring me, what would give him a reason to? Maybe not getting in contact with him for the past two weeks was a pretty valid reason...But he did say 'take your time, Bea'.

"Or maybe he's just not home, dumbass," I rolled my eyes at myself and pulled my phone from my pocket.

I found Jordan's number in my contact list and pressed the call button. I waited for about fifteen seconds, tapping my foot.

His phone was off. Great. Even more reason to feel like he's avoiding me.

"Shit!" I hissed. I sat down and leant against his apartment door. Guess I was just going to have to sit here until he came back from wherever the hell he was.

'But you need to tell him now before it's too late!' a voice similar to Lexa's shouted in my head. Don't you think I know that?! Sheesh!

I was about to have another go at pounding on the door when the door opposite to Jordan's opened up. A head appeared in the crack.

"Jordan hasn't been back all night, love," It was a little old Scouse woman. I think I remember Jordan telling me about her. She looks after his place when he goes away.

"Oh...okay, thank you," I got up feeling rather sheepish. "Sorry if I disturbed you."

"Don't worry about it. I assume you're looking for the lad?" she opened her door wider. I'd say she was in her mid to late sixties.

"Yeah...I'm guessing you knew judging by my shouting," God, how embarassing. I just realised she, and probably the whole building, heard what I was yelling about. Oops.

"Haha, just a little bit!" She chuckled. "But usually before match days, all the lads go and hang out at Stewart Downing's house. I think that's what he told me once..."

"Oh..." I stopped and stared at the wall next to the Scouse lady's door. "Yes, of course he does! It's Fulham away tomorrow. How did I not know that?!"

"I don't know where Stewart's exact house is but I remember Jordan saying it was in Woolton," The Scouse lady looked deep in thought but already my mind was racing. I think I knew exactly where it was!

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" I grinned at the old lady and before she could even reply, I was already hot footing it down the hallway.

When me and Jay first moved up here, we thought we'd do some sightseeing and Jay said he knew where some of the Liverpool players lived. We ended up in Woolton and in the exact same neighbourhood that Stewart Downing was moving to that day. It's a long story, but I remember it well.

I made my way out of the apartment building door and ambled my way to my car. I revved up the engine and pounded my foot on the accelerator. I knew I had to get to Jordan otherwise it would be too late.

It had been two weeks since I had spoken to him and to me, that was way too long. I didn't want him to think I didn't want to be with him. My own stupid thoughts had gotten the better of me which his why I hadn't contacted him earlier.

But what he'd said to Dylan and Aaron had really made me think. He said that he was sorry. What was he sorry for? That was the only thing I couldn't get my head around. I hoped he wasn't sorry that he'd made a wrong choice. Jordan seemed to be the only guy who actually wanted to be with me.

I just hoped he hadn't changed his mind...

It didn't take me long to drive to Woolton. I got my bearings and found the street in which Stewart Downing's house was. As soon as I'd turned into the street, I knew I had come to the right place. Stewart's place was obviously the one with all the cars parked outside of it.

I immediately spotted Jordan's BMW and pulled up behind it. I ran from my car all the way to Stewart's front door and knocked so hard that I had to pull my hand away, I think I'd injured my wrist...what is it with me and hurting myself?!

It's a good job I didn't have to knock anymore because the door opened about 5 seconds later. Stewart Downing was stood there and he was staring at me curiously.

"Can I help you?" His unmistakable North-East accent made me think of Jordan which caused a lump to form in my throat.

"Yeah, I'm...err, I'm looking for Jordan. My name is Bea. Is he- err, is he here?" I smiled weakly and could feel tears stinging my eyes.

"Oh! Yes he is. Please, come in," He opened the door wider and I sheepishly stepped inside. "He's right in-"

But before Stewart could even finish his sentence, I was already moving towards the room where all the sound was coming from. It was a room at the end of the hallway and as I peered around the door, I could not believe my eyes.

The whole Liverpool team was in there. They were smiling and enjoying themselves whilst talking to one another. It kind of felt like the time I was entering the changing room at Anfield except this time I had no Lexa to hold my hand.

However, it didn't frighten me one bit when they all stopped and looked at me in the doorway. I'd already found Jordan though, that's all that mattered now.

The relief on his face when he looked at me lifted my heart and made me relax.

"Bea," He stood up and looked at me, absolution etched on his face.

I slowly walked up to him, tears spilling down my face, and pressed my lips to his. He placed one hand on the small of my back and the other on my cheek.

I didn't care that we had a crowd of footballers watching us, all I cared about was Jordan. I pulled out of the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry," I sobbed. "I'm sorry if I ever put any doubt in your head. Please don't give up on me. I love you so much."

"That will never hapen, Bea, it's okay," he whispered and stroked my hair. He pulled me in tighter and then heard him say:

"I love you with all of my heart, Bea Travis."

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