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Julian Alvarez with song #75

there’s only one cure for heartbreak | julian alvarez

song; chorrito pa las animas - feid

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The person who claimed that heartbreak couldn’t be cured by partying had definitely never gone clubbing in Madrid in their twenties with their best friends after a breakup.

To be fair, you had been a bit skeptical at first too. But after your friends insisted—and given the fact that your favorite team had just won one of the most important matches of the season—any excuse seemed like a good enough reason to celebrate and go out.

It had been a long time since the last time you went out. Your ex-boyfriend was never a fan of partying, and you had preferred spending time with him over being alone. But that was over now, and you were more than okay with it. At last, you could enjoy the spontaneity of Madrid’s nightlife again—just you and your group of friends singing at the top of your lungs and dancing to the music alongside hundreds of strangers.

Although, not everyone in the club was a stranger.

Why is it that, on the very first night you decide to embrace your single life, you end up running into all the players from your favorite team?

And why is it that, on the exact same night Julian decides to go out with his new teammates for the first time after a particularly tough win, he feels like he’s falling in love at first sight as he watches you dance?

With short steps and some encouraging words from his teammate, he started walking toward you, slowly, with a certain air of confidence. Your slightly alcohol-fuzzy brain took a moment to recognize him.

“Wait,” you said when he asked you to dance. “I know you.”

The brunette raised an eyebrow, a small cocky smile appearing on his face.

“I mean, I don’t know you, but I know who you are,” you clarified.

“Tell me your name so we’re even,” he smiled.

If your cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol, dancing, and the heat of the room, they surely were now. You told him your name, and he led you to the dance floor. You thought he’d leave after one song, but he danced with you through one, two, three, four more.

“Congratulations on your goal today,” you said mid-dance, and he smiled.

“You watched the match?” he asked, surprised. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Atletico wasn’t Madrid’s star team. Finding fans, even in the city, wasn’t very common for him.

You nodded in response.

“That’s why I went out tonight,” you replied. “Well, among other reasons, but the match result played a part.”

Julian pulled your hips impossibly closer to his.

“Then it’s my lucky day.”

Maybe Madrid wasn’t so bad after all.