Wow, this is the end of the story! It wasn't that bad, I mean, for being my first story at least. Maybe I'll do another sometime, we'll see, we'll see. Anyway, I wanted to thank you all for reading Crazy Little Thing Called Love, those who reviewed and followed, thank you very much, it was really nice. Weird enough, the last chapter has this song instead of the one that gave this fic its title, probably because this is more like the epilogue.

Well, enjoy! (Remember I accept feedback, critics and whatever you want to tell me through the reviews)


"Now I'm about to give you my heart but remember this one thing

I've never been in love before, so you gotta go easy on me"

(Count on you – Big Time Rush and Jordin Sparks)

Stupid, cute, adorable, crazy Antonio. Oh, and lovely too. He said he loved me. And I never thought three single words could make so fucking happy I felt the necessity of telling the whole world and bragging about it. But all I wanted at the moment was to hold Antonio tight and never letting him go. He carefully petted my head.

"Antonio"

"Mmm"

"When was the last time you showered?"

"Yesterday, I think"

"You smell"

"Ahahaha, yeah. . . I know"

"Gross" We separated and then he laughed. Feliciano came downstairs moments later, while Antonio was making breakfast. He greeted him as happy as always and then asked Antonio how everything went, and then a stupid certain Spaniard thanked him and told him we were going out now. In other words, I was Antonio's boyfriend and Antonio was my boyfriend, as strange as it sounded at first. Feli started from telling us how happy he was for us and shit.

"Feliciano, shut the fuck up already"

After that phrase our breakfast happened with normality, except Antonio wouldn't stop calling me stuff like 'sweetheart' or 'love', you know cheesy shit. That night he asked me if I wanted to go to Madrid with him and 'stay over'

"Only because it seems you will die if I don't go" I said that even though the truth is that I wanted to be with him, but I guess he understood what I meant. I still had unfinished work, so our leave was delayed until everything was done, which didn't take more than a week. A week in which we had to convince my boss of letting me go, which eventually happened.

The day we left was a sunny day. Antonio drove, so I didn't have to do anything except taking care of the flowers. I asked him the only thing I could think about.

"Red roses? Really? You couldn't be sappier, could you?" He shrugged and admitted I might be sappier than he is. A comment I chose to ignore.

When we arrived it was pretty late, almost sleeping time.

"Lovi, do you want to sleep with me?" What a stupid question, of course I would say yes!

"Y-yeah, why not?" I wished I didn't sound as nervous. That night, I slept with him. It felt nice, warm and I'd lie if I said it wasn't the best sleep I had got in days.

I was still scared that he was just kidding, that he didn't mean it. I-I had never been in love before and I had no idea what to do. . . but then the idiot just hugged me tighter.

"I love you" I whispered. At the end it didn't matter if I had never been in love.

But the bastard better take care of me!