My Love is a Souvenir Act 6: Greek Islands Chapter 4
Title: My Love is a Souvenir
Act 6: Greek Islands Chapter: 4/?
Previous Chapters:
Act 1: Ibiza 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 [END]
Act 2: Paris 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 3: Prague 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 [END]
Act 4: London 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 5: French Riviera 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 [END]
Act 6: Greek Islands 1 - 2 - 3
Authors: fernedakki
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres feat. Steven Gerrard / Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: AU/Romance
Word Count: 1,610 Words
Disclaimer: This is all my fantasy, happens only in my head. It's not real, babe.
A/N: Okay, i just couldn't stop squeeing right now that Liverpool won. XD
Fernando couldn't stop crying. When the ambulance came and took them all to the nearest hospital - a small medical center, actually - since they were on an island with population only 20,000, the Spaniard was still sobbing but a bit calmer now.
Daniel was taken to an emergency room and they had to wait outside. Other injured had only bruises and small cuts, Daniel was the most severe one.
Fernando sat on a chair directly in front of the room, his eyes were swollen. He didn't drink or eat anything Steven bought him, just sat there silently, absorbed in his own thought. Half an hour passed but seemed like forever for Fernando, the door was finally opened and a gurney was rolled out. Daniel was lying on it, still unconscious but looked clean and had a proper bandage on his head.
They all jumped up simultaneously. The bed was rolled to a nearby vacant patient room.
"He needed stitches on his head but beside that he's fine," Doctor Kyrgiakos told them in a peculiar accent. "He's still unconscious but should be awake by tomorrow."
With that, Fernando burst out crying once again.
He sobbed so hard, not because of fear this time, but relief. Xabi gingerly placed his hand on his shoulder and Fernando turned around, dashed into the other Spaniard's arms and hugged him so tight. He cried on Xabi's shoulder.
Seeing that, Steven stepped closer, thinking about giving Xabi a hand on comforting Fernando but Xabi halted him. He looked at the Englishman, let his eyes tell the other that he could handle this alone.
"I told you, he'll be fine," Xabi whispered in Fernando's ear. He ruffled the other Spaniard's blond hair. "Stop crying, you crybaby. You’d already drenched my shirt."
Fernando snickered a bit between his weeping, then Xabi murmured, "And you told me you don't love him.”
The blonde was silent this time. Xabi ruffled his hair again. "Go in there and stay with Daniel, okay? Stevie and I will be at the lobby." He broke off their embrace. "And stop deceiving yourself, you know by your heart who's the one you love, Fernando."
***
When Daniel woke up the next morning, his head was throbbing achingly and all over his body was sore.
It was a bright day, seeing from the window. Daniel felt a bit dizzy when looking at the instant blazing scene with just-awaken eyes. He squinted before looking around, couldn't remember where he was. He didn't think it's his room in Copenhagen since that window was too large and the scene outside was definitely not somewhere near Scandinavia.
His eyes suddenly fell on a cluster of blond hair resting on the edge of his bed. The owner's hand was holding his but he seemed to be sleeping. Those hairs were glittering under sunlight breaking in through the window.
Daniel gingerly tugged the other boy’s hand. "Fernando."
The Spaniard immediately leapt up right in his seat, his beautiful brown eyes widened in surprise. And when it locked with Daniel's who seemed to be smiling at him in amusement, Fernando almost screamed,
"Daniel!"
He jumped up onto the bed, hugged Daniel with all his might which almost throttled him. "F-Fernando, easy. What's wrong, honey?" He choked, chuckling lightly but Fernando didn't let go of him this time.
"I-I'm so scared, I thought I've lost you," he blubbered against the Dane's shoulder where he's snuggling up and Daniel felt hot wet dab on his skin.
He suddenly froze.
"Fernando, why are you crying?" He asked uncertainly, didn't know what to do. The last time the Spaniard acted like this, he remembered so well - every fucking detail of it - what happened next.
"Because I'm glad that I don't have to live without you." His mumble was baffled but Daniel could make it out so clearly. Fernando shifted until he's lying next to the Dane and they budged further until they're half-reclining with heads against the headboard. All that time the blonde didn't let go of his arms around Daniel's waist and his face at the crevice of his neck.
"I'm fine now and not going anywhere," Daniel muttered back, felt his breath slightly hitch from his own words.
Another promise made, another proof of how far he’d given himself over to this and how far he would go.
Fernando might know by now that he might be as crazy as to willingly jump off the cliff for him if he wants him to.
"Does it hurt?" Fernando looked up, gingerly touched Daniel's temple and the Dane jerked away instantly from the contact. The blonde snatched his hand back immediately, his face was pallid.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
Daniel just noticed that his eyes were red and swollen so bad.
"How much had you cried?" Daniel whispered, a bit shocked. Fernando averted his eyes to the white blanket sheepishly.
"A Thames River," he mumbled back.
"It's just the cut on my head, isn't it? Or is there something more?" The Dane wasn't sure. He swept his eyes over his own torso and tried to move every part of his body as far as he could think of. It didn't seem like any part was missing.
"It's just that, and please don't get any more wounds." He nuzzled back up to Daniel's neck. "It already scared me to death," he said faintly.
"It's just a cut, Fernando. I was hit with a beer bottle, as far as I could remember. I'm not going to die because of that."
"But you didn't stop bleeding." Fernando's voice was shaking just thinking about last night again. "And you're unconscious. And despite Xabi's consolation, I found panic in his eyes, too, and that freaked me out even more," he whimpered, tightened his grip around the Dane's waist. Daniel tilted his head, resting his cheek on the Spaniard's forehead.
"Stop crying," he muttered when still hearing faint sobs from the blonde.
"No!" was what Fernando shot back. Daniel chuckled and that made his head throb with pain.
"Ouch," he faintly grumbled.
"Don't laugh." Fernando looked up again, concerns in his eyes. "And don't say anything," he added, acting serious.
Daniel smiled softly and leaned in. "I think I can kiss you then."
This time Fernando snickered and tenderly touched his lips with the Dane's.
***
That group of English tourists was arrested and penalized with the help of too many witnesses in culprit identification. Daniel got out of the medical center on that day but the doctor didn't recommend further travelling so they had to remain on Naxos a couple of days more. Daniel felt really frustrated that he wasn't allowed letting the stitches touched by water, which meant he couldn't get into the sea or a pool.
Which also meant he didn't have a damn thing to do on this not-so-little gem of the Cyclades except lolling in a deck chair and watching the others had fun.
And that bored him to death!
He was sleeping in a deck chair on the beach letting the sun kiss his torso when he felt movement about him. Daniel popped his eyes open and found Fernando messing around with a hat on his head.
When did he wear a hat?
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked but not budging, Fernando startled as realizing that the Dane had already woken up.
"Sorry if I woke you up," he mumbled but kept on adjusting the position of that hat on him.
"What's this?" He asked.
"My fedora." Fernando tried to suppress a smile. "The one you bought me in Paris."
"And why are you putting it on me?" He felt so good-humored now.
"Because it looks good on you and is a decent prop for my drawing." And he resumed his seat next to Daniel and the Dane just noticed a large paper pad in his lap.
"What drawing?" Daniel was a bit astonished seeing that there were already some pencil draws on that white sheet.
"I'm drawing a portrait," the Spaniard stated flatly like it's the most normal thing in the world. "Your portrait."
Daniel gaped in wonder. "I've never known you're good at drawing!"
"I'm not," Fernando said, looked up, pursing his lips and squinting an eye while holding the pencil out in front of him in an upright position like an artist does when measuring the scale. "I've never done this before." And he averted his gaze back to the pad, busily drawing the Dane's face.
Daniel shifted uncomfortably. "Don't move!" Fernando barked immediately. "Don't you know that you can't move while being a drawing model?!"
The Dane looked so dumbfounded. "No."
Fernando laughed. "Stay still, don't move," he ordered. "You can sleep if you wish, but I prefer you awake, so that I can draw your eyes and have someone to talk to." He scribbled something in the paper.
"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?" Daniel blurted out.
"Because I have nothing to do." He pouted and kept on drawing.
"Why don't you go swimming?" He glanced at the sea and found Steven and Xabi fooling around in shallow water near the beach.
"Nah, but you’re here," the Spaniard murmured. And that was when a light hit Daniel.
Fernando does this because of him.
"You don't have to do this for me." Daniel pursed his lips, feeling so incapacitated. "Just go enjoying the sea like others who aren't handicapped like me."
"No, honey." The blonde held his hand out to tap the end of his pencil on the tip of the Dane's nose, snickered. "I enjoy being with you more than anything else in the world."
To be continued in Act 6 Chapter 5.
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Act 6: Greek Islands Chapter: 4/?
Previous Chapters:
Act 1: Ibiza 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 [END]
Act 2: Paris 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 3: Prague 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 [END]
Act 4: London 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 [END]
Act 5: French Riviera 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 [END]
Act 6: Greek Islands 1 - 2 - 3
Authors: fernedakki
Pairing: Daniel Agger / Fernando Torres feat. Steven Gerrard / Xabi Alonso
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: AU/Romance
Word Count: 1,610 Words
Disclaimer: This is all my fantasy, happens only in my head. It's not real, babe.
A/N: Okay, i just couldn't stop squeeing right now that Liverpool won. XD
Fernando couldn't stop crying. When the ambulance came and took them all to the nearest hospital - a small medical center, actually - since they were on an island with population only 20,000, the Spaniard was still sobbing but a bit calmer now.
Daniel was taken to an emergency room and they had to wait outside. Other injured had only bruises and small cuts, Daniel was the most severe one.
Fernando sat on a chair directly in front of the room, his eyes were swollen. He didn't drink or eat anything Steven bought him, just sat there silently, absorbed in his own thought. Half an hour passed but seemed like forever for Fernando, the door was finally opened and a gurney was rolled out. Daniel was lying on it, still unconscious but looked clean and had a proper bandage on his head.
They all jumped up simultaneously. The bed was rolled to a nearby vacant patient room.
"He needed stitches on his head but beside that he's fine," Doctor Kyrgiakos told them in a peculiar accent. "He's still unconscious but should be awake by tomorrow."
With that, Fernando burst out crying once again.
He sobbed so hard, not because of fear this time, but relief. Xabi gingerly placed his hand on his shoulder and Fernando turned around, dashed into the other Spaniard's arms and hugged him so tight. He cried on Xabi's shoulder.
Seeing that, Steven stepped closer, thinking about giving Xabi a hand on comforting Fernando but Xabi halted him. He looked at the Englishman, let his eyes tell the other that he could handle this alone.
"I told you, he'll be fine," Xabi whispered in Fernando's ear. He ruffled the other Spaniard's blond hair. "Stop crying, you crybaby. You’d already drenched my shirt."
Fernando snickered a bit between his weeping, then Xabi murmured, "And you told me you don't love him.”
The blonde was silent this time. Xabi ruffled his hair again. "Go in there and stay with Daniel, okay? Stevie and I will be at the lobby." He broke off their embrace. "And stop deceiving yourself, you know by your heart who's the one you love, Fernando."
***
When Daniel woke up the next morning, his head was throbbing achingly and all over his body was sore.
It was a bright day, seeing from the window. Daniel felt a bit dizzy when looking at the instant blazing scene with just-awaken eyes. He squinted before looking around, couldn't remember where he was. He didn't think it's his room in Copenhagen since that window was too large and the scene outside was definitely not somewhere near Scandinavia.
His eyes suddenly fell on a cluster of blond hair resting on the edge of his bed. The owner's hand was holding his but he seemed to be sleeping. Those hairs were glittering under sunlight breaking in through the window.
Daniel gingerly tugged the other boy’s hand. "Fernando."
The Spaniard immediately leapt up right in his seat, his beautiful brown eyes widened in surprise. And when it locked with Daniel's who seemed to be smiling at him in amusement, Fernando almost screamed,
"Daniel!"
He jumped up onto the bed, hugged Daniel with all his might which almost throttled him. "F-Fernando, easy. What's wrong, honey?" He choked, chuckling lightly but Fernando didn't let go of him this time.
"I-I'm so scared, I thought I've lost you," he blubbered against the Dane's shoulder where he's snuggling up and Daniel felt hot wet dab on his skin.
He suddenly froze.
"Fernando, why are you crying?" He asked uncertainly, didn't know what to do. The last time the Spaniard acted like this, he remembered so well - every fucking detail of it - what happened next.
"Because I'm glad that I don't have to live without you." His mumble was baffled but Daniel could make it out so clearly. Fernando shifted until he's lying next to the Dane and they budged further until they're half-reclining with heads against the headboard. All that time the blonde didn't let go of his arms around Daniel's waist and his face at the crevice of his neck.
"I'm fine now and not going anywhere," Daniel muttered back, felt his breath slightly hitch from his own words.
Another promise made, another proof of how far he’d given himself over to this and how far he would go.
Fernando might know by now that he might be as crazy as to willingly jump off the cliff for him if he wants him to.
"Does it hurt?" Fernando looked up, gingerly touched Daniel's temple and the Dane jerked away instantly from the contact. The blonde snatched his hand back immediately, his face was pallid.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
Daniel just noticed that his eyes were red and swollen so bad.
"How much had you cried?" Daniel whispered, a bit shocked. Fernando averted his eyes to the white blanket sheepishly.
"A Thames River," he mumbled back.
"It's just the cut on my head, isn't it? Or is there something more?" The Dane wasn't sure. He swept his eyes over his own torso and tried to move every part of his body as far as he could think of. It didn't seem like any part was missing.
"It's just that, and please don't get any more wounds." He nuzzled back up to Daniel's neck. "It already scared me to death," he said faintly.
"It's just a cut, Fernando. I was hit with a beer bottle, as far as I could remember. I'm not going to die because of that."
"But you didn't stop bleeding." Fernando's voice was shaking just thinking about last night again. "And you're unconscious. And despite Xabi's consolation, I found panic in his eyes, too, and that freaked me out even more," he whimpered, tightened his grip around the Dane's waist. Daniel tilted his head, resting his cheek on the Spaniard's forehead.
"Stop crying," he muttered when still hearing faint sobs from the blonde.
"No!" was what Fernando shot back. Daniel chuckled and that made his head throb with pain.
"Ouch," he faintly grumbled.
"Don't laugh." Fernando looked up again, concerns in his eyes. "And don't say anything," he added, acting serious.
Daniel smiled softly and leaned in. "I think I can kiss you then."
This time Fernando snickered and tenderly touched his lips with the Dane's.
***
That group of English tourists was arrested and penalized with the help of too many witnesses in culprit identification. Daniel got out of the medical center on that day but the doctor didn't recommend further travelling so they had to remain on Naxos a couple of days more. Daniel felt really frustrated that he wasn't allowed letting the stitches touched by water, which meant he couldn't get into the sea or a pool.
Which also meant he didn't have a damn thing to do on this not-so-little gem of the Cyclades except lolling in a deck chair and watching the others had fun.
And that bored him to death!
He was sleeping in a deck chair on the beach letting the sun kiss his torso when he felt movement about him. Daniel popped his eyes open and found Fernando messing around with a hat on his head.
When did he wear a hat?
"What are you doing?" Daniel asked but not budging, Fernando startled as realizing that the Dane had already woken up.
"Sorry if I woke you up," he mumbled but kept on adjusting the position of that hat on him.
"What's this?" He asked.
"My fedora." Fernando tried to suppress a smile. "The one you bought me in Paris."
"And why are you putting it on me?" He felt so good-humored now.
"Because it looks good on you and is a decent prop for my drawing." And he resumed his seat next to Daniel and the Dane just noticed a large paper pad in his lap.
"What drawing?" Daniel was a bit astonished seeing that there were already some pencil draws on that white sheet.
"I'm drawing a portrait," the Spaniard stated flatly like it's the most normal thing in the world. "Your portrait."
Daniel gaped in wonder. "I've never known you're good at drawing!"
"I'm not," Fernando said, looked up, pursing his lips and squinting an eye while holding the pencil out in front of him in an upright position like an artist does when measuring the scale. "I've never done this before." And he averted his gaze back to the pad, busily drawing the Dane's face.
Daniel shifted uncomfortably. "Don't move!" Fernando barked immediately. "Don't you know that you can't move while being a drawing model?!"
The Dane looked so dumbfounded. "No."
Fernando laughed. "Stay still, don't move," he ordered. "You can sleep if you wish, but I prefer you awake, so that I can draw your eyes and have someone to talk to." He scribbled something in the paper.
"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?" Daniel blurted out.
"Because I have nothing to do." He pouted and kept on drawing.
"Why don't you go swimming?" He glanced at the sea and found Steven and Xabi fooling around in shallow water near the beach.
"Nah, but you’re here," the Spaniard murmured. And that was when a light hit Daniel.
Fernando does this because of him.
"You don't have to do this for me." Daniel pursed his lips, feeling so incapacitated. "Just go enjoying the sea like others who aren't handicapped like me."
"No, honey." The blonde held his hand out to tap the end of his pencil on the tip of the Dane's nose, snickered. "I enjoy being with you more than anything else in the world."
To be continued in Act 6 Chapter 5.
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