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On April 17th 1979 Scottish boxer Jim Watt became world Lightweight boxing champion beating Alfredo Pitalua at The Kelvin Hall.
Glaswegian Watt a skilled southpaw with a good punch, Watt captured the vacant WBC title against the Colombian. Jim was a very clever boxer, the fight was stopped in the 12th round, back in the days when fights went 15.
Jim managed to compile four successful title defences including wins over such notables as Howard Davis Jr and Sean O'Grady, before losing to Alexis Arguello in the last fight of his ( Watt’s) career. As a young fighter Watt also held the EBU and Commonwealth British titles. In 1973, a 17 fight Jim Watt faced fellow countryman Ken Buchanan. Watt fared well and lasted the 15 rounds despite being vastly out experienced but at the end couldn’t beat his more seasoned counterpart.
In retirement Jim Watt has commentated on many fights worldwide, he hung up his mic after 40 years at the ringside in 2016.
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Summary: Javi G x Fe!Reader -> Javi finds you playing the piano late at night in the hotel.
Disclaimer: PURE FLUFF!!! (Spanish is taken from google translate) I’m really proud of this one - I love it so much <3
The days felt lonely, and the nights lonely still. But, you found an anchor. Something that managed to keep your head above water when the rest of the world felt like it was about to drown.
Your fingers tickled the keys as you swiped your hands from left to right. A beautiful soft melody came from the piano as your feet pressed at their pedals, your hands gracing each key as if it was the finishing touch on an intricate cake.
This was your saviour; playing the piano.
It allowed you to escape somewhere else for a while and since most of the hotel was asleep, no-one came in to bother you.
Of course, in the beginning, you thought you might have been disturbing their sleep but you had learned from the manager that the piano couldn’t be heard past the muffled first floor. Only those within the first floor hallway and the lobby would be able to hear you. And, as long as the guest on the floor had their doors shut, they wouldn’t hear a thing.
So, you played away to your heart's content.
Usually, you had your books to keep you company. You’d read over the pages, allowing yourself to escape somewhere else for a while - only to be rudely interrupted by the reality of work.
But tonight, you decided to play.
Only, as the soft melody was slowly coming to an end, you felt a presence behind you and the moment you looked up, seeing a slightly distorted reflection from the glass mirror in the wall bannister, you gasped and turned around, the melody coming to an abrupt stop.
“I am so sorry,” the man quickly apologised, walking in. “I…I just- I heard you playing from the lobby and I wanted to see who was playing the lovely melody. Again, I am so sorry to scare you. That was not my intention.”
You smiled, not only seeing his genuine apology, but also feeling it.
“That’s quite alright.”
“You play so beautifully,” he said. “Please, continue. Don’t let me interrupt your talent.”
“You’re too kind.” you smiled as he sat down on one of the lounge chairs that faced the piano, beside you.
“No, I have never in my life heard something so…sweet and delicate. And I’ve heard my share of music.”
You smiled, bowing your head a little to hide the light blush that you felt grace your cheek.
“Oh, I am sorry. I forgot, I’m Javi.”
You gave him your name as you shook his hand, only, as you did so, you suddenly felt very…seen. Not in a scared way, but…in a vulnerable way. His eyes only seemed to deepen as he looked at you, never once truly breaking eye-contact. Though, it wasn’t intense. He was soft, in the way he was looking at you.
There were very few men who you’ve met that you would instantly feel safe with. And, it was clear both in your gut, heart and mind, that Javi is one of these men.
Your conversation lasted two hours and it was clear neither of you wanted it to end, but, again, rudely, reality interrupted.
“Oh, are you at the business conference tomorrow, too?” he asked as he stood with you.
“I-I am. Are you?”
In complete honesty, he didn’t look too much like the business type. Rather than some “look at me, I’m important” suit, he was dressed rather casually in a cotton button-down shirt and trousers that didn’t seem too professional.
“Yes,” he answered honestly. “It’s not my first line of work but my family is heavily involved.”
“Perhaps I will see you there, then?” you had to force yourself to walk away as you asked because if you’d didn’t, you knew you’d both be sat there for the rest of the night- well, morning.
“I’d love that.”
“I’d love that, too. Goodnight, Javi.”
“Goodnight,” Javi said your name and it was more than enough to send butterflies fluttering around your stomach as if they were caught in a tornado.
Only, you didn’t see him at the conference. At. All.
Of course, there were three different business conferences going on at the same time, all tailored to different kinds and neither of you had discussed the kind of business you were in.
Thankfully, however, as the night came to a close and you found yourself still dressed in your professional attire, sat at the bar, alone, Javi walked inside the bar.
It was just the two of you and the bar staff had gone to bed hours ago.
You couldn’t blame them. It was reaching midnight by the time Javi walked inside.
“You’re here.”
“I’m here.”
“Did you attend the conference?” he asked as he asked permission to sit beside you which you granted.
“I did, although I found myself falling asleep.”
Javi smiled. “I’m glad I’m not the only one. I was sad that I missed you, today. Which room were you in?”
“302.”
“Independant to Chain Stores?” Javi asked, making sure he was right. You nodded. “So, what is your business?”
“Bookstores.”
“Really?”
You nodded. “Ran one the moment I got out of University. I was planning on joining a corporate company but…I never wanted to leave. What about you? What was your room?”
“249.”
“Agricultural?” you asked. He nodded. “You’re a farmer.”
Javi chuckled softly. “No. Though, it would be nice to own some animals. My family owns olive fields to make wine and, well, olives.”
“Figures.” you smiled. “Last night you said it’s not your first line of work? If it’s not, what is?”
“I actually write,” he told you. “For the movies.”
“Really?”
“Mhn.” he smiled, proudly.
“Wow. That is…so much cooler than what I do.”
“What? No. No, how can you say that? You provide books to those in need of escape. Without you, many, many movies would not exist.”
“What about you? Without a writer, they don’t exist, either. They never make it from the pages of a book to the pages of a script. Within that, they never make it to the wider audience who never picture it in their minds.”
“I suppose without them, however, we wouldn’t have movies, no?” he asked. “After all, those that can picture a book in their minds, don’t need the cinema?”
“I guess we help both audiences separately.” you offered.
He smiled at you, his eyes soft and his smile safe and charming. “I suppose humanity needs each other in this world as, without them, we might never have any magic to escape with.”
“Very true.”
“Speaking of magic, why are you not playing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve heard you come down here and play every night for a week. But last night, I found you. I was hoping to find you again, sat at your piano, playing your soul to the world.”
“My soul?”
“Music comes from the soul, does it not?”
“I think that’s meant to be from the heart.” you smiled.
“Not you.” he clarified. “When I first heard you play, I felt as if I could not only see you but feel you.” he explained before, “I’m sorry. That sounded creepy. I didn't mean it to be like that. What I mean is that I could tell how you were feeling. You were playing from the depths of your soul and only those with the most magic inside them can do that.”
And then, “Please. Play. I will not look. Act as if I am not here. See, I will turn away and close my eyes.”
You softly laughed as you watched him turn his legs under the bar top and cover his eyes with his hands. “Ar- Are you gone?” he peeked a quick look. “What are you still doing here? Go, go on. Play.”
You smiled, taking the rest of your drink before resting it back down.
Lifting yourself from the bar stool, you walked over and past him towards the piano.
“Remember, I am not here. I am a ghost. Ooohhh.”
“It’s a little hard to forget you’re here when you’re haunting me.”
“Sorry. Begin. Please.”
“Shush.”
“Sorry. Please. Play. Okay, I’ll shut up now. Please.”
You turned back, and although he couldn’t see you, you hoped he could feel your playful glare. And, once he was finally finished, you took a breath and began to play.
You could remember the first time you played the piano. It had been at your grandfather’s house and it hadn’t been played since your grandmother sadly passed away. When he found you, sat there, legs too short to reach the pedals, he began to teach you the basic things. He’d tell you stories of how he taught your mother and, just before your parents wedding, your father, so he’d be able to serenade her at the reception.
Then you remembered the first time you bought your own piano.
It had been three years since opening up the chain. It was a beaten old thing but you fixed it up and it sounded just like new. You would play it late at night in the stores and one morning, an elderly woman came in and thanked you. You had no idea why, but she thanked you. She thanked you for playing such beautiful melodies at night that her and her husband could dance to. They helped him remember her and for those beautiful moments, each night, he’d look at her like he used to when they were young and how he looked at her all the time before the world cruelly took away his memories of her. But your music brought them back, even if just for the night.
Then you remembered the first night you played in the hotel. You had felt more lonely than ever and just wanted to escape, but this time, you didn’t want to go off to some far away land, or find love on a magical quest. You wanted to find company that could keep you feet on the ground, but be with you as your head danced amongst the clouds and stars.
Then you remembered meeting Javi. How he had shocked you and how he had apologised and how he sat with you for two hours - two hours which felt both like a lifetime and incredibly too quick - and talked with you. You had both talked about music and, thinking on it, you should have known he was a writer for the movies. Not only the way he spoke about them, but simply the way he spoke…it was beautiful.
As your melody came towards a soft end, you found that Javi was sitting beside you. He’d joined you about half-way through and his eyes, though you didn’t notice at first, hadn’t left you once.
Slowly, the room and the world around you both became quiet and, as Javi shuffled closer, you could feel your cheeks heating up under his soft gaze.
“Cambiando el mundo.”
A light smile graced your lips as you searched his eyes for some kind of answer. Maybe, if you were a third party, on looking as you both sat so close to one another, your breaths were practically kissing, you’d be able to see his answer as it was crystal clear.
“What does that mean?” your voice came out as a soft quiet whisper as if the whole room was filled with people and you didn’t want people listening in.
He mirrored your smile before taking your hand in his. “It means world changing. You- you are world changing, mi amor.”
Your smile dropped for a moment as your head came to lightly touch his. You felt every emotion run through your body, mind and heart at one. Javi, also, mirrored these emotions. His soul not only brightened but glistened with yours as he touched you. Gently, he pushed some of your hair from your face, carefully tucking it behind your ear and holding your cheek.
“May I kiss you, mi amor?”
“Yes.”
Your voice, again, was quiet, but it felt deafening to you. But that didn’t matter, because a few moments later, as your mind tried and failed to prepare you for what was to come, Javi’s lips met yours.
It felt earth-shattering and world changing all at the same time. Never, in your life, had you been kissed like this before. Never, have you had this feeling of being so desired by a man, not only for your body but for your mind, your heart and your soul. Never, had a kiss or a meeting or a moment ever felt so magical in your life that your mind captured a mental picture that you would see until the end of your days, and only then, would you continue to live in the moment with him. Your lips captured the touch of his, fearful of never feeling it again. Your heart captured the feeling of being free and safe, all the while your gut continued to fly up a storm of butterflies. All the while, your soul captured everything else. It captured everything else into a memory that you could never look back on calmly and not leave, not feeling overwhelmed by every emotion and desire you felt in it.
This mirrored itself inside of Javi, too. His mind, for once, couldn’t make sense of it. The only thing that brought him close to it, to how he could describe it to his future children and grandchildren when they asked him about his love story with you was what Shakespeare had said.
“If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils that I saw Heaven without ever entering it.”
As the kiss came to an end, you felt, briefly, his lips return to yours twice more before finally he let you both take your breath again. Although, if you died now, you would die happy knowing you had experienced such a kiss and such a moment in time.
“May I take you on a date?” Javi asked you just as your mind was beginning to clear just enough to understand the world around you. “Now?”
“Now?” you smiled, looking around a little. “But the city is asleep.”
“I know a place.” Javi smiled before standing and holding his hand out to you. “Please.”
Smiling, you took his hand and stood up before walking towards the exit with him. Your arm wrapped around his as he held it out and by the time you made it outside, you felt yourself naturally lean onto his shoulder as you walked down the smaller, cobble-stoned streets of the city.
Above you, the stars hung bright in the sky along with the moon that seemed to be lighting your pathway.
It felt incredibly fictional, but the moment you met Javi’s eyes again, you remembered your feet were grounded despite your head dancing among the stars. He reminded you that everything you were feeling was real.
This moment wasn’t taking place in a book, but it was happening in real life.
And this life would continue for the rest of your days and beyond.
