Just Another Average Love Story SpainxReader II

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"That's a horrible idea." I said calmly. Though in my mind I was clearly on the brink of fainting purely out of panic. You see, I don't necessarily do well knowing that the person I deeply cared for was possibly on the street or inside some club drinking so much alcohol he could barely handle himself. Well to be totally honest, he probably was with one of his friends, Francis or Gilbert, but knowing their habits with drinking as well, that could very well be worse.

"Well I'm just trying to help _______. The least you could do is compromise with me at least a tad." Belle stated exasperated. She put her face in her hands and looked at me through her fingers.

"Sorry I just...I just-" And then I started crying again. Oh God, I was so damned worried, and the overwhelming guilt and stress on top of that didn't help at all. She took her hands away from her face and ran towards me.

"Oh honey, it's okay. It's okay! Look I'm sure you just talk to him you can solve this!"

"But I said I hated him Belle, and to top it off I called him a whore as well! Who the fuck would want to talk to someone who called-no screamed-at them that they were a whore?!" A waterfall of tears were falling down my cheeks but I made no move to stop them.

I didn't deserve to cry. Horrible people shouldn't be capable of such things. I knew that. But still, I did it anyway.

Belle squeezed the shit out of me and patted my back in a way a mother would with her child. "I know it seems like things are bleak-"

"Things are fucking terrible!" Belle laughed a little. "Yes, it seems they are...but I guarantee you that it will get better. I can't help you much so you're going to have to fix things yourself, but I promise I'll be right here the entire time. If you choose to talk to him I'll stand with you. If you don't I'll stand with you. I'm here to comfort you as your family!" She gave me a cheeky smile and gave me a slightly tighter squeeze than she was.

That was my best friend, Belle. She knew just what to say.

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"You can do this, ________. Just...don't shit your pants." I said aloud.

There I was. Standing in the middle of a long hallway outside of some guy Francis' apartment. It had been at least two weeks since the fight with Toni and I finally grew a pair and sought out to apologize for what I'd said. Belle had helped find him of course, she had links to this Francis fellow from her brother, Lars. I knew little to none about Francis, but I had heard from Lars that he was quite the erm...character.

I held my breath and rang the doorbell. Five...six...seven...eight seconds until someone yelled, "Coming!" I heard a click before the door opened and a blonde man greeted me.

"Bonjour! How did a fine lady like you find herself on my doorstep?" I blushed and looked down at my worn out rainboots. You see, it had been raining outside and I couldn't find my new ones and- oh. Woops. Sorry.

"I-I um...was looking for A-Antonio..." The blue eyed man that couldn't be more than 28 raised an eyebrow.

"Ah? My friend, I am so very sorry! He went out and hasn't yet come back...I will call him for you and have him come over. Would you like to wait inside until then?" He opened the door and led me inside. Hey, this guy was pretty nice. If this was in fact the Francis Bonnefoy Lars had talked about...then shouldn't he be a little more creepy? How could he fit Lars' description at all?

"Oh...yes. That would be very kind of you." I smiled and walked in, setting my umbrella down by the door.

"I am Francis Bonnefoy by the way. It is a pleasure to meet you." He shook hands with me and sat down on the couch. "Please, make yourself comfortable." Wow. This guy was acting more like some kind of butler than a flirt. "Ah..okay! My name is ________ __________. Thank you for letting me in!" I said shyly plopping down on one of the cushions. The couch was so comfortable and squishy...

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So Francis was actually quite the talker! He was very nice too...and I explained the whole situation to him. I know why Antonio chose him as a friend...maybe...I shouldn't have judged him.

"Ah. Mon Ami, you have gotten yourself into quite the situation. I'm glad you came to apologize. I hope that you two will make up soon. Although, I'm very sure you will. The power of love is very strong, you see."

"Thank you Francis. You are very sweet...but I'm afraid that...that Antonio will not forgive me. I said such harsh things to him...and I-I-" I began to tear up and couldn't finish my sentence. The thought of Antonio leaving on such bad terms...it was as if someone were stabbing me in the chest!

Francis wrapped his arms around me comfortingly, much like the way Belle had. Friends really new how to comfort.

"Ah..like I said ________, love is very strong. Even the harshest of words cannot puncture it. All will be well soon enough."

I calmed myself and we talked a while about Antonio and his recklessness. Francis was very fun to talk to and- hell, I laughed more than I have in a while. However, things took a total 360 once Antonio finally came.

"_______? What are you doing here?" The look on Antonio's face was no doubt surprised as well as slightly angry. Well, it was now or never. I took a deep breath and stood up walking over to Antonio.

"I-I came to apologize. What I said wasn't dignified at all and horrible. A-And I'm just really really s-sorry Toni..." God I was such a crybaby. Why did I cry so much?

The room was silent other than the sounds of my sniffling. I looked at Antonio, who stared at me. His eyes were so beautiful. Damn, so beautiful.

"You can't just come in here and beg for an apology after what you said and all would be okay." My shoulders dropped a little. "I know." And I did. I knew that what I said was the worst thing a person could say-or well, close.

"However, ________. I said horrible things too, and I feel horrible for it. So I forgive you and I hope you forgive me too, ________." His eyes became soft and tears were at the edges of his lively green orbs. He engulfed me in one of the lousiest hugs ever, but I didn't care. He forgave me.

"I do. I do." I said and made the incredibly horrible hug, turn into a full on embrace.

We stayed like that for a while before he spoke up. "_______, I have something to tell you." He said into my neck. We broke away, and the loss of his warmth left me a little cold.

"Actually, mi hermosa, I think I should show you." And suddenly, he was kissing me.

Holy. Shit.

Antonio Fernandez Carriedo was kissing me.

And I kissed back.