Hollow

Forty Three | Luck

We arrive at the airfield and Trey immediately parks the car next to a jet that is ready to board. Turning off the engine, he locks the steering and steps out of the car. I step out of the car, slamming the door behind me before making my way toward the jet. We greet the pilot and the flight crew before Killian turns smiling at me. I return the smile and head inside the jet.

We climb the stairs and find Trey and Marcus already settled. Killian buckles up, and gets comfortable in the seat opposite to mine next to the window. I shift in my seat, my eyes getting heavy.

"Welcome aboard."

I pry my eyes open to see a woman with platinum blonde hair and light grey eyes, and she's smiling at us. "Thank you."

"Is there anything else I can get you?" She asks placing two champagne glasses down.

I shake my head no before looking at Killian who also turns his head to look at me for a second before looking back at her, mumbling a small thank you. She nods, walking away.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired." I reply, resting my head against the leather couch.

Killian suddenly bursts into fits of laughter making me throw a glare in his direction and he erupts in another fit of laughter before showing me his phone. It's videos of his fans screaming and waiting at the airport, they are running around the entry doors of the airport, some wearing his jersey. The video zooms on a girl explaining how much she loves him to the extent where she got a tattoo of his face on her arm.

"This is crazy."

"I know but I think it's sweet."

A goofy smile plays on my lips as I close my eyes and go back to sleep.

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"Aren't those shorts a little too short?" I hear Killian ask from behind me as I walk down the stairs of the jet.

"And you care because?"

"Never mind." He says under his breath.

Stepping onto the ground, I wait for him to come down and as soon as he does, I cross my arms and give him my best glare. "Do I get territorial when you walk around half naked all day?"

His eyes widen in shock. "So you happen to speak Spanish and never try to have a conversation with me?"

I shrug calmly.

Once we get past the international flights exit, Killian puts on his shades as we approach a large crowd of paparazzi and fans. When they notice us, they suddenly run toward us, snapping pictures, recording videos and shouting questions. With the help of Marcus, Trey and airport security, we manage to escape them, heading toward our car.

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"Does that taste good?" Killian asks pointing to my plate.

I stab a little piece of plantain with my fork and lean my hand forward. He opens his mouth and I place the fork into his mouth, retrieving it afterwards. "You like it?"

He nods. "It's really good."

I chuckle shaking my head as we continue to eat. I dart my eyes towards the beach where I notice two bodyguards closely monitoring us from afar. "You need that much security?"

"The fans can get a little bit excessive —Robyn's words not mine." He replies, sipping on his water. "Besides, Marcus and Trey are probably still sleeping back at the villa."

"Yeah but still."

"You haven't checked your phone lately, have you?" He asks with an amused smile.

I frown. "Not that much."

"Remember that picture I took of you the other day?" He asks and I nod, still confused. "A certain friend of mine left a comment, I'm sure you know who it is. He's pretty famous with the g—"

I take out my phone and open my Instagram. I go straight to Killian's page and tap on the said picture, quickly scrolling down the comments.

'Liked by calebarias, edenkazura and 650,316 more.

kferreira My sun and stars
jbalvin Hermosa ���'

I bring my hand to my chest, trying to get my breathing back to normal.

"Women." Killian chuckles.

I roll my eyes at him and he raises his phone to snap a picture. I watch him for a moment as he looks down at it, a small confident smile tugging at the corners of lips.He then turns around and shows it to me. I look natural and happy, the sun making my skin glow a little.

I take my phone as well and snap a picture of us before putting my phone away and turning back to him. He stands up and holds out his hand. I take it, standing to move closer to him. He places his other hand on the small of my back and we take a quiet stroll on the beach.

"Oh my god, it's Killian Ferreira!"

"Killian I love you!"

"Killian!"

"Hola." A small voice calls from behind us. We turn around to see a curly haired blond boy. Suddenly, the boy runs up to Killian and hugs him.

"Soy un gran admirador y he visto todos tus juegos. Quiero ser como tú cuando sea grande, yo—" (I'm such a big fan and I've watched all of your games. I want to be just like you when I grow up.)

"Paparazzi, two o'clock, let's go." One of the bodyguard jumps in.

"¿Cuál es tu nombre?" Killian asks.

"Lino."

"Algún día vas a ser un gran jugador, Lino." (You are going to make a terrific player someday.)

We take a quick picture with Lino and mumble a quick goodbye before rushing to the car. I hear more squeals and whispers of girls at the beach everywhere. We get in the car and the bodyguards immediately lock the doors. The paparazzi keep yelling our names and knocking loudly on the window. Killian motions for the driver to move and soon we make our way out of the parking lot of the restaurant.

"So, I had an interesting conversation with someone at the spa earlier." I taunt, staring at my newly done nails. "Don't you want to know who it is? Or perhaps, you've had too many to r—"

I'm cut off by arms grabbing my thighs, sitting me on top off him, my legs straddling him and our faces inches apart. I'm suddenly pinned against the leather seat with Killian's arms locking me in place as he hovers over me. I meet his gaze and boy, his eyes are sending a clear message.

I try to break free but he tightens his grip so I reach out and place a kiss on his tattooed arm, sending him off guard and making him loosen the grip. I place my hand on his jaw, tilting his head to meet my eyes.

"Not here."