The Love of my Life (Hector and Imelda fanfiction)

The Fan

Héctor and Imelda could no longer be apart for more than three days. Sometimes they'd go on romantic, planned-out dates. Sometimes they'd go somewhere and Ernesto would tag along, or sometimes Héctor would throw rocks at Imelda's window at night. Héctor had a couple more dinners with Imelda's family, and the mention of his name began to have Oscar and Felipe very excited.

The couple had just been together the night before, and Héctor had happened to mention that he was playing in the Plaza tomorrow. Imelda decided she was going to surprise him and listen to him play. 

She walked over to the Plaza and scanned the crowd. She immediately noticed Ernesto's large sombrero and made her way towards it. Soon, she heard guitar playing. The music stopped and people applauded. A girl about Imelda's age made her way towards Héctor. Imelda intently watched the girl, staying hidden behind a large man. She said something to Héctor that made him laugh, and Imelda's eyes narrowed. She said something else. Héctor shook his head. The girl rolled her eyes. Ernesto nudged Héctor and laughed. What were they saying? Imelda was going to move closer to listen when the girl sat down next to Héctor and planted a kiss on his cheek. 

Imelda immediately got very upset. She didn't care about staying hidden anymore. She marched towards Héctor, Ernesto, and the girl, who had her arm around Héctor's shoulders. Imelda took off her boot and hit the girl, who gasped. Then she hit Héctor twice. 

"Whoa. Loco much?" said Ernesto, earning him a hit. She gave Héctor one more whack before she had to run out of the Plaza so nobody would see her crying. 

"Imelda, wait!" said Héctor. Imelda ignored him and ran home. She threw open the door, where her mamá sat on the living room couch. 

"What's wrong, mija?" asked Imelda's mother upon seeing her now sobbing daughter. Imelda just ran upstairs and locked her bedroom door before laying on her bed and crying for the rest of the day. Her family couldn't even get her to come out for dinner.

By nighttime, Imelda was back to her usual self. She was still angry at Héctor, but the crying was over, and she was glad. In the six months she'd spent with Héctor, even he had never seen her cry. Imelda Rivera was not a crier. 

That night, as she did many nights, Imelda awoke to the sound of rocks hitting her window. She ignored it and waited for Héctor to run out of rocks. The rocks stopped for a while, and then she heard a louder sound against the window. Imelda waited fifteen minutes for it to stop. It never did. 

Upon the realization that she'd never get to sleep if she didn't tell Héctor to go away, she walked over to her window and pulled up the blinds before letting out a bloodcurdling scream. Héctor was on her roof, knocking on her bedroom window with his guitar. 

Still, Imelda opened the window. "Héctor, you are very lucky I don't have my shoe with me right now." 

"Imelda, I..." 

"I don't want to see you, or hear you, or talk to you. Go away." 

"Imelda, wait. Please." 

"I'll give you thirty seconds. Go," Imelda said to Héctor. 

"That girl was my first fan and she asked for a hug and I said she had a girlfriend, you, and Ernesto said to let her do it so I wouldn't scare away fans, and I said fine, and then she did that, and now she hates me because you hit her with your boot, only I don't care if she hates me, as long as you don't hate me."

"Anything else?" asked Imelda. 

"I'm really sorry. And another thing?" 

"Yes?" 

Héctor played La Llorona on his guitar. By the end of the song, Imelda was crying again. 

"Imelda, mi amor, are you alright?" asked Héctor, shocked. 

"You're forgiven, Héctor. And please don't tell anyone about this," she said, shutting her window and going back to sleep.