A/N: What's the first story you read in wattpad?

“Why is everyone looking at us like we’ve stolen the most expensive chandelier from the hotel?” I whisper looking at Louis when we both walk towards the elevator.

We step inside the elevator and I smile looking at the old couple in the lift with us, getting a disgusting look in return. By the key ring in the old man’s hand, I realize that he’s just beside our room. I poke Louis’ shoulder and whisper him the same question but he doesn’t even look at me in response.

“You wanna say something to me?” I ask looking at the old lady when I found her eyeing me.

She rolls her eyes again and looks away.

How rude! Is she jealous because I’m standing beside Louis like the old lady from plane? Or she considers rolling her eyes rather than blinking unlike normal human being? And What the hell is wrong with the lift? Why it is so slow and why this old couple is not getting out of this lift? I hope nothing happens like the last time, the first day I met Louis and we got stuck for a while inside the lift of his office with the 'Keep silence' sign.

I perform a one second happy penguin dance behind Louis when the freaky old lady gets down on 10th floor, rolling her eyes at me again.

“Now would you tell me why is every……………….”

“Because,” I stop speaking when I find my small figure pressed between the glassed wall of the lift and Louis’ abs.

The veins in my throat passes a frenzy down my stomach when I find both of my hands crossed in his tight grip, pinned on the glass over my head. My lips part in slight nervousness when I watch the tip of his nose has gotten red in anger, his speedy warm breath hitting my face.

“Until 6 am in the morning,” he whispers through his teeth not letting any of us move from our position, “You managed to scream like an explicit first timer when I was actually typing something in a holy distance away from your bed, on the couch.”

I caress my wrists when he leaves my hands, turning around from me, unnecessarily fixing his t-shirt before getting out of the lift.

Rolling my eyes, I follow him to the entrance of the rooftop restaurant. Two guards on the door smiles looking at us and I return the courtesy by a smile because Louis would never. He acts like he has to pay twenty percent extra vat instead if he smiles back.

We walk to a round table in the corner and Louis drags out a chair, undoubtedly for himself like the gentleman he is. I sit across him and take a moment to see the beautiful place.

The whole place holds a calm oceanic theme from my point of view because everything around us is blue, white or green. The most attractive thing of this place is, the roof is neither open, nor fully covered. The roof is made of glass too as its glassed walls. Raindrops falling over these glasses, just by picturing these sight passes a temperate sensation all over my body.

“Add one crema catalana.” Louis’ bold voice snaps me to look at him.

“Huh?” I ask looking at him confusingly.

“Not you, I was telling the waiter to add something for you, it’s a famous desert here.”

“Oh, thanks.” I reply unresponsively and get busy with my mobile.

If my presence is disturbing him in such a level, I’d keep myself numb and expressionless like him.

The table gets full of dishes about which I’ve no idea. I only recognize one food called Tapas which I’ve tasted before. I bet all of these unnamed breakfasts are some uncommon local food or else a foodie like me wouldn’t have failed to spot some internationally recognized spanish food.

“How’s it?” Louis asks pressing the napkin on his lips when I stuff a spoon of crema catalana inside my mouth.

“It’s tasty, thanks for ordering.” I force a small smile when the smooth mixture of lemon and cinnamon flavored caramel goes down my throat.

He shrugs in reply and we both finish the breakfast keeping quite. When I’m with him, I feel like I’ve to even breathe sensitively so that it’s not heard. Why is he like this? Or more accurately, how he makes me feel so robotic?  

“Shall we go?” he asks tilting his head a bit forward, resting his chin on his crossed fingers and rising his eyebrows.

No, bring a pillow and let me sleep here stupid gentleman.

He's a bit hot.

Damn he’s hot………no he’s nothing near to that Reen. Stop blabbering.

“Go where?” I ask fixing my hair and putting the black cap over my head.

“A place Barcelona is famous for.” He states before making me stand up by my forearm and surprising me by interlacing our fingers.

I hope the first strangest person I’ve ever crossed by in my life is the last one, Louis.

//

“Oh naked women on a gay's bed! It’s a tie now!” I curse and dramatically weep hiding my face on Louis’ Shoulder when the team wearing green jersey succeeds to throw the ball inside the goal post on opposite side.

“I shouldn’t even brought you here and who taught you curse words again?” I hear Louis murmuring under his breathe angrily which makes me to look at him.

I flash all of my teeth at him and offer him the leftover popcorns in the bucket. I mange my laughter watching the two painted green and white lines on both of his red cheeks, beside his flaring nose. What’s the point of watching a football match sitting on a gallery full of people if you don’t wear supporting t-shirts or throw popcorns to the field which is mile away from you!

Still can’t believe my puppy face worked to make Louis have some paint on his face.

“This painting flags or anything rubbish on face is really disgusting!” He tells sighing heavily.

“Cmon Louis, it's just four lines on your face, not ding dongs! Look at that beautiful man! He’s glorifying the whole match! Aww!” I pout looking at the man who has painted his whole face and tummy in green. Though he’s looking really awful but I hope it makes Louis a little less uncomfortable.

“Are you sure you’re aging?” Louis scoffs rolling his eyes at me.

“I’m so aging daddy!” My hands reaches to my mouth immediately as soon as the word slips from my mouth.

My lips are the most slippery things in history.

I curse under my breath when Louis smirks before looking away from me, shoving a popcorn inside his mouth in the most seductive way possible.
I clear my throat and make some space between us by keeping the empty popcorn bucket between us and it makes him to smirk and then chuckle afterwards.

“Oh no!” I stand up when one of the players falls down on the field, hitting his knee hard.

A gasp leaves my lips when he screams in pain, bending his bleeding knees to his stomach and hugging it tightly.

“Yes!” A male voice exclaims in happiness and I look at the man beside me surprisingly.

“Why are you so happy to see someone hurt?” I ask smiling at him sarcastically.

I know it’s a game where each of them is competing hard against another and we’re supporting our favorite teams. But that doesn’t mean he’d get happy to see someone hurt.

“Because he lost the bet.” He smirks looking at me playfully from tip to toe. “His girlfriend is mine for tonight.”

“Oh God you guys put your girlfriends on the stage of bet!” I yell looking at him sarcastically, grabbing everyone’s attention to me, obviously along with Louis’ who’s sitting beside me.

“It’s normal and the opposite team would be winning without him anyway, so mind your own business or just get the fuck out from here if you were supporting that pretty boy laying down on the field. You can’t help him anyway.” The jerk laughs looking at me, brushing his tongue on his bottom lip which sends a shiver in my whole body.

I feel Louis approaching him but I stop him by grabbing his hand, still looking at the blonde bitch standing in front of me.

“I’d play instead of him.” I snap crossing my arms over my chest, rising my eyebrow confidently.

“Woah chick, girls play with different balls, not footba…………………”

“You heard what I said and if you haven't, I'm not repeating it for the sake of my nonexistent balls.” I cut the man off.

“Oren we already had a lot of drama here, don’t………………”

“Accepted!” The man smirks. “I’d talk to the coach and give you the chance to play instead of him because I know I’m going to take his girlfriend to bed tonight.”

“Get ready to take you damaged male organ to the hospital bed chico. Lemme show you how I kick.........balls.” I whisper going near him before climbing down the gallery, avoiding Louis trying to stop me from behind.

BRITs know who’s gonna win when Reen’s feet are kicking the football, let the people of Barcelona know it too.

//

“And you too for accepting your girlfriend as a material!” I yell kneeing the so called boyfriend football captain after the blonde jerk, right where they should deserve, in front of everyone. “If I was in your place, I would’ve chop off my manhood instead of agreeing to such a shameful deed!”

I don’t know when this childish acts of using girls as bet will stop, even in fictional stories. But at least I stopped one and it feels so good. I have no pity for the boy now who was groaning in pain on the ground, the captain of the team I played for. From my point of view, he has done something which can only be compared to a sin, not even a wrong deed. I’d rather die single rather than having this kind of boyfriend.

"Ouch." I flinch a little when my hand reaches on my lower back, on the band-aid over there. I totally forgot about the pain when I was playing and now it's aching like a poisonous dart would do.

“Gracias for giving the chance to play in this charity match.” I pass the golden trophy to the couch standing in front of me and walk towards Louis who’s standing in the middle of the field, crossing his arms over his chest holding my bag. Obviously he must be angry with me because I acted reckless.

I stand in front of him and shrug normally, unsure of what to do. His face is expressionless but still this blank expression scares me more. He’s looking at me like I’m the last spoon of ice cream in the bowl.

No it sounded quite intimidating which I didn't want to sound so Reen Glena takes her words back.

“I’ve already changed the jersey so we can go now.” I smile looking at him, untying my hair from the ponytail I did on my hair during the game.

Still same expression, no movement. Is he sleeping with his eyes open, standing on his feet like a horse?

“What? Okey I understand I went reckless and I'm so sorry for that! I'm terrible to handle and thanks for babysitting me. Can you please move or do anything and not scare me?” I ask looking around and then looking at him.

“Go back to the hotel, I have some work to do.” The only words slips from his lips before he turns around. “The car is already waiting for you outside.”

“I think we were on a vacation where any of us isn’t working?” I yell from behind which doesn’t even slows his long steps towards the main entrance.

“Unpredictable bitch!” I tap my feet on the ground cursing under my breath when he disappears behind the big gates, throwing my bag on the ground.