Don’t Let Me Let You Go

18: Nothing To Be Sorry For

Letting out a small sigh, Viola wrapped a cardigan around her body, her ears plied with the repetitive ringing of her doorbell. It was early, after the previous night, Viola had anticipated spending the morning in bed without a distraction, and she was a little irked by the noise. She knew that it was silly, Iker had been frustrated and Viola shouldn’t have pushed, but she was irked with him. He’d yelled at her, embarrassed her, and she wasn’t going to get over it easily, even if she was a little bit at fault, she wasn’t just going to forgive him for the way he had behaved.

Pushing a hand through her hair, she made her way through her apartment towards the door and pulled it open, her blue eyes widening a little at the sight of Iker ahead of her, his expression soft. “Iker” she breathed.

“Hola, Lala” Iker noted gently.

“What are you doing here?” Viola spluttered.

Iker shifted his feet a little, his hand carefully moving back through his hair. “I…I was wondering if you were free this morning” he babbled out softly “I was hoping I could take you to breakfast” he added, his dark eyes peeking down at her face. He could see that she was irked, the expression on her face seemed tighter and more angry than usual, and he knew that it was going to take work, something he wanted to do.

“Breakfast?” Viola noted.

Iker nodded. “I…uh…I fucked up last night, Lala” he babbled “And I want to make it up to you. I shouldn’t have snapped” he insisted gently.

Viola shook her head. “No, you shouldn’t have” she muttered.

Iker sighed. “I didn’t mean to” he insisted softly.

Viola, who’d started to chew on her lower lip, carefully stepped out of the door way, allowing him to step inside of the apartment. “I planned on eating here” she murmured softly “I am not really in the mood to go out” she added.

“Alright” Iker agreed softly “I will cook. You should go and take a shower” he added, offering her a small smile. It was only a small step, getting over the threshold of her apartment, but Iker was taking it as a good sign. She could have easily slammed the door in his face if she had wanted to.

“You don’t have to do that” Viola murmured.

Iker nodded his head. “I do” he returned “Please, Lala, I want to” he added.

Viola offered him a slightly dubious look before she nodded her head, conceding slightly. She was irked with him, the way he had behaved had upset her, but she kind of liked the idea that he had wanted to make it up to her. She knew a lot of guys who wouldn’t have bothered and she liked the idea that Iker wanted to. She hoped that they could put it behind them.

“I didn’t know you could cook”

Iker, who’d been plating up the breakfast he had cooked for Viola, smiled a little, his dark eyes watching as she stepped out of her bedroom. He had been at it for a while, almost 40 minutes had passed since he had arrived at her home, but Iker was merely glad that she had let him stay around. A little part of him had been slightly concerned that Viola would merely call it quits before he had even had a chance to say two words to her. “My madre taught me when I was young” he noted “She didn’t want me not being able to look after myself” he added.

“Your madre taught you well” Viola commented “It smells fantastic” she enthused.

“You should try it. I made it for you” Iker returned, placing a plate on the counter.

Viola offered him a slight smile before she sat down at the counter, taking a bite of the bacon he’d cooked, a small groan falling out of her mouth. “Perfect” she sighed happily.

Iker smiled briefly before he flicked his attention towards his own plate, taking a bite.

“I’m sorry I upset you last night” Viola mumbled after a few seconds of quiet.

Iker sat up, his head shaking. “No” he noted “You…you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for” he stated.

“I shouldn’t have pushed. I’ve seen Sergio after games before and I should have known better” Viola insisted, shaking her head a little.

Iker placed the fork that he had been holding down before he reached out, his larger hands carefully taking Viola’s. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Lala” he insisted softly “No matter how pissed I was with the result last night, I should never have behaved like that. I took my frustration out on the wrong person and I hate that I did that to you. You were just trying to help, you were being your usual sweet self and I should never have yelled or spoken to you like that. I was wrong and I am more than sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you” he insisted.

Viola let out a small sigh. “You didn’t even notice that I was wearing your shirt” she mumbled.

Iker swallowed. “You were?” he murmured, feeling more than a little bad that he had failed to notice.

Viola nodded. “You left here and I figured you wanted me to wear it. It was silly” she babbled, a small blush on her cheeks.

Iker shook his head. “It wasn’t silly” he insisted softly “I did want you to wear it and I am sorry that I didn’t notice it. I was pretty upset after last night, but I promise, I won’t let it happen again” he vowed strongly.

Viola nibbled on her lip. “You want me to come again?” she murmured.

“Without a doubt” Iker insisted “I can’t have that game as the one you remember. I’d love you to come to the next home game” he grinned.

“And you promise not to behave like that again? I know it upset you, Iker, but I am not going to let you take it out on me if Madrid are poor” she bargained gently.

“I swear to you, Lala, I will never do that again” he insisted, marking a cross over his chest.

Viola smiled a little. “I did kind of enjoy it” she mused.

Iker chuckled a little and moved to lean a little closer to her, pressing a warm kiss against her lips. He knew it would take work, he tended to get frustrated if things didn’t quite go to plan, but he knew he needed to work on it. The last thing he wanted was to lose Viola so soon after he’d found her.
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