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You and Me [Fernando Torres]

[02: Can You Keep a Secret?]

“Torres, are you feeling alright?”� The concerned Chelsea coach enquired as he watched the Spaniard go through the motions. He looked unwell, there was a pallor to his skin and a distinct darkness about his eyes that had caused the coach to be concerned. He worried that Fernando was starting to become affected by the goal drought that still hung high above his head. The Spaniard lifted his eyes solemnly and gave a nod of the head. “Si”� he noted softly before he moved off to engage in training once more. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, Isobel and the night they’d spent together that was, and it was starting to gnaw at his conscience slightly. He felt bad for just leaving her but worse for having let something as trivial as sex ruin a friendship he’d held dear for so many years. She was his best friend, like a sister he’d been separated from at birth, and he’d ruined it with something as simple as a kiss.

Shaking his head slightly, he lifted his brown eyes towards his team-mates, noting the strange looks that lit their faces. He knew they, like the coach, were concerned about him. It’d been eight days since he’d last seen Isobel and his temperament had been downcast ever since, but still he’d said nothing, he merely claimed that everything was alright and that there was nothing wrong. He knew his friends weren’t fooled by it, he knew they wanted him to speak up about his problem, but he knew he couldn’t. Many of them had wives and girlfriends that were close with his own, he worried if he was to tell his friends, they would merely relay the information to their significant others and consequently word would get back to the woman he loved enough to have broken his best friend.

“Fernando?”� Juan Mata noted softly. He and the striker were close being both from Spain and he knew if there was anyone he was likely to confide in it was him. The striker lifted his head meekly, staring at Juan through eyes that lacked all emotion other than sorrow. “Come on mate”� the midfielder sighed as he placed an arm around his shoulders. He could see he was to be no use for the team in the state he was and had decided it was best he got him on his own, he knew that was the only way to get him to talk.

Fernando peered at his compatriot slightly. “Where are we going?”� he questioned softly. Training was the only distraction he had from the thoughts in his own head and he wondered why Juan was taking it away from him. Juan sighed slightly “You’re no good to anyone here in this state”� he noted “So I’m going to take you out and you’re going to talk to me”� he explained making the Spaniard frown. Fernando knew Juan was single, but also knew that he himself was close to Olalla. “It’s not up for debate”� the midfielder noted as he spotted the look in his friend’s eyes. Fernando merely gave a huff before following Juan across the pitch to the locker room.

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Staring down at the steaming cup of coffee that sat ahead of him, Fernando placed a palm to his forehead, eyeing the beverage with contempt. Juan noted the look and frowned, concerned by his friend’s behaviour. It was clear to the younger man that whatever had happened was big. He’d wondered if Fernando had split from his wife, but knew it wasn’t possible, Olalla, who was a close friend of his, would have told him. Whatever it was that was bothering Fernando was something only he knew and Juan wanted to know as well. “You need to tell me what is wrong”� he noted simply as he slid Fernando’s cup out of eye line. The striker lifted his head. “There’s nothing wrong”� he replied simply, but he knew Juan wouldn’t buy it, for some reason the midfielder was an expert on when Fernando lied, it was endearing that he cared to have learnt how to tell, but a little frustrating for the striker.

“I know you’re lying”� the younger man quipped as he took a sip from his own drink. Fernando merely gave a small huff making Juan frown. “What on earth has happened to leave you like this? You’re non-responsive during training, sullen all of the time, I’m not the only one to have noticed. What is wrong?”� Juan exclaimed frustrated. Fernando sighed before he drew his eyes level with those of his friend. “Can you keep a secret?”� he enquired lowly causing Juan to frown. The midfielder nodded however despite his qualms. Fernando drew a breath into his lungs before he puffed the darkish hair out of his eyes. “I did something completely and utterly wrong and I feel horrid about it. I can’t get it out of my mind, it’s etched there forever. I didn’t mean for it to happen, I swear, but it did happen and now it’s all I can think about”� he whined. It was all he could think about and nothing worked when he tried to shake it. It was always there.

Juan looked at Fernando, his eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What exactly have you done?”� he asked tentatively. Fernando ran his fingers back through his hair slightly before meeting Juan’s stare once more. “You have to promise that this goes no further than this café”� he noted making his friend nod. “I need your word that nothing I say now gets back to Olalla, I know you are both close, but this isn’t you secret to tell”� he noted. Juan nodded once more, Fernando sighed again. “You remember Isobel right?”� he enquired. Juan nodded, he’d met Isobel a few times when she came down for games though they’d never really spoken. “Your Scouse friend”� he noted “Pretty thing if I remember”� he smiled.

Fernando tweaked a small grin too before the guilt in his heart caused it to drop. “She was in town about a week ago, she and that ass of a boyfriend of hers, Ayden, had broken up again so she decided to come for a visit”� he explained making his friend nod. “She suggested we meet for a drink and so I went to meet her, things started to go downhill when we started talking about our lives. She was alone because of Ayden and Olalla and I had been fighting”� he added “I took her back to her hotel and she invited me in for coffee. I don’t know what came over me”� he whimpered making Juan lift an eyebrow. “Fernando, are you saying what I think you are?”� he noted. The striker looked at him pleadingly, begging him to keep it a secret. “You slept with her?”� he spat. Fernando’s eyes saddened as he nodded his head. He knew he’d screwed up, but the look on Juan’s face merely confirmed the scale as monumental.

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