Footnote | Part Three
Summary: After you moved out of Barcelona, you returned to find yourself again. Pablo finds out and wants to make amends with you.
Warnings: cursing, NSFW, depression talk, death topic.
A/N: I want to thank all the support you guys give to this piece. It was so fun to make, and to be honest. I thought this was a one part only. Thank you to 🥀 anon, who requested the first part. This was fun to write. I love you all 💛✨️
Part one | Part two
Pablo freezes, he feels his heart palpitations in his ears. He feels how his blood pressure is up.
"What do you mean?"
"You have to stop. Seriously." You say, walking to the other side of the couch and picking your things.
"What are you doing?" He asks, heart about to get out of his chest. "Don't leave."
"Stop!" You yell. "Pablo, you have to stop playing."
You walk to the door, you feel anger inside of you. The door is shut down by Pablo. He grabs your arms and turn you around.
"I'm not playing."
"You are." You say, stern tone. "You rejected me. You told me I needed to sober up the night I told you that I had feelings for you." You hit his chest, reminding him of his own words. "You told me time was not changing the way you felt for me, and now, you are telling me that you love me."
"I do, I love you." He whines. "Preciosa, por favor."
"Then why did you hurt me?"
"I'm sorry I did that, I was so scared of fucking things up." He yells too. "I was so scared of losing you."
"You only thought about you." You push him away. "You left me cry myself to sleep so many times, all because you were a coward who couldn't face his feelings."
"Y/n, it's not like that."
"Then how it is?" You ask, mad at him. "You were the one who told me you liked her. You were the one who was with her during all the time we were apart." You remind him.
"Paula never mattered to me." He grabs your face. "You do. I left her for you."
You grab his hands, taking them away from you. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" You chuckle. "Pablo, you confessed you are in love with me since we were fucking kids! But you couldn't say it the night of the party?"
You feel anxious, you want to get out of his house. You want to go home and be alone in your room.
"I was wrong." He gets close again. "I was so afraid, believe me. And when you came to tell me you were with your boyfriends, I was so mad at them. They could have you, and I couldn't."
His hands find your hips and pull you to him, making you smash against his chest. "You were worried about losing me? Well, Pablo, you did. Now let go of me."
You try to push him away, but his grip on your hips grows. You can't give in. You need to leave the house.
Por favor." He beg. "We can make this work."
"Let me go." You say, turning your head. You can't look at him. "Please do."
He shakes his dead, hugging your back and hiding his head on the crock of your neck. When his shoulders started to shake you feel bad.
"Pablo, mi amor." You say, trying to calm him down. "Please let me go, we can talk some other time."
"You won't be back." He whispers, sobbing. "We can fix this, please."
"Pablito, we need to calm down." You whisper too. "Please, you have to let go of me."
You grab his arms, pulling them away from you slowly. He gives in, not wanting you to feel forced or something.
"You won't be back." He sobs.
You can't lie to him and tell him that you would. You can't pretend that this is going to be easy for the two of you.
You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it. He gives in into your touch, enjoying the warmth of your hand.
"I'm sorry I fucked this." He cries.
You dry his tears. Pablo crying made your heart break. You want to hug him and tell him that you do want to fix things up.
"I have to go." You whisper, kissing his cheek. "I'll see you around."
He nods, placing his hands on top of yours. He brings it to his mouth and kisses it. "I love you." You nod, half smiling at him.
You take your hand away from his. Walking quickly to the exit. You run to your car as soon as you close his door.
You rush home, barely saying hello to your parents, walking quickly upstairs. You lock your door, undressing and turning the temperature from hot to cold.
You feel every fiber of your body tense at the temperature and untense a few seconds later. You want to cry, but you won't.
You won't spend another night crying about him and his decisions. Not after all the work it took you. Not after crying yourself to sleep while thinking you were not worthy for love if the only boy you trusted with your life didn't love you.
You turn the water off, grabbing the towel that you keep there to dry you. You walk back into your room.
You open your computer, searching that email you left ignored in your list. You open the link, writing the requirements.
You sent that pdf you don't want to send, but if you don't want to do it... why did you even have it ready?
You know the time difference is helping you. You checked Google and noticed that you were just in time to beat the deadline.
You change into your pajamas, not caring about what happens next. You turn the lights off and force yourself to sleep.
Unsuccessfully, you were wide awake all night. The only sounds you could hear at this time were the normal morning sounds.
You decide to get food, walking downstairs and finding your grandma drinking her normal coffee.
"Isn't it a little bit early for you to be awake?" She asks, narrow eyes.
You nod, grabbing the bread and some things to prepare a sandwich. "I'm just breaking the routine."
She watches you, she wants to ask. "How was your night?"
"It was," you try to think on a word that shows that it was good but not good. "Something?" You say doubtfully. "Yeah, something."
She doesn't ask any more questions. You finish preparing your food and walk out of the kitchen. Walking to the tv and turning it to find something to watch.
It's funny that the channel the tv was on is about to play the repetition of the last Barcelona vs. Girona game.
You don't mind changing it. Feeding your pain with the image of him. You bite into your food while cursing him in your mind.
Thinking things you won't ever dare to say to him. Name calling him the worst he could ever think. Criticizing his ability to think rationally for other things outside the field.
You sob, trying to hide it by bitting your food. You can't help the cries, you can't help but think that you could be together if he wasn't a coward.
> Patience won't change how I feel about you. <
You dry your tears and turn the tv off. This is what everybody always wanted for you two. Why is it so difficult?
You left your teary wet sandwich on the coffee table. Walking upstairs to cry in peace. You don't want to give explanations on why, again, you are crying over Pablo.
You lock your room, throw yourself in bed, and let all your feelings out. You were having the cry of your lifetime.
The phone interrupts you. You roll your eyes thinking it was Pablo. When it stops you get up to wash your face.
The ringing is audible again. You decide to check it, an unknown number on the screen. You clear your throat, not wanting to sound sick.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this miss Y/n?"
"Yes, hi. This is me." You take a seat at the corner of the bed.
"Great, I'm Trina from the scholarships department, we got all your paperwork in time. We want to arrange a virtual meeting to talk about all the details, the papers you would sign, the accommodations, and of course the day you can board so you can move in."
You look at the picture in your nightstand, that Polaroid that you and Pablo took when he signed for Barca's first team.
"That's fine. When is the meeting?"
"Is it okay in about two hours? That way, I'll schedule you."
"Yes, thank you."
"Great, I'll send you the link. Me and the dean will see you. I'll send some of the paperwork. You will sign the day you get here, so you can read them with patience. We are so excited to have to in our campus."
"Thank you." You say, hanging up the call.
You hurry to wash your face and get your hair ready. You apply some makeup, straight your hair, and even change your top.
You wait for the meeting, feet impatiently hitting the floor. You are scared to do this. When the alarm you place to join the meeting sounds, you click on the link.
You talk with the dean and Trina, both of them congratulating you on getting into this college. About how happy they are for you to get there.
They explain what your program would be, how it would develop, and what where you can reside. They offer you different options and different plans. They offer you the catalog of classes and extracurricular activities.
"Thank you for this opportunity." You smile at them. "I'm happy to join you."
"We are so happy for your addition to our group. Now I want to ask you, since you told me you had trouble getting a paper. I understand, but the flight time is a little more short now."
You nod, understanding that you would have to leave earlier than it was supposed to in the paper.
"Would it be a problem if we booked your ticket for the end of this month? You would still have twenty days."
You freeze, not thinking it would be this quickly. It was going to be a hard kick for your parents. It was going to be a hard kick for your grandma.
"If it's for the best." You smile. "It's okay by me, sir."
"Fantastic, we will book your tickets, and I'm not promising anything yet, but I think I can get you a special upgrade. You are the best of our candidates, and this would not go unnoticed."
You smile at them, saying your goodbyes. You close your laptop, staring at the little picture of your parents that you have sticked to the wall.
You tear up a little, changing your clothes and taking your makeup off. You feel happy, but you also feel in pain.
You threw the dirty clothes from last night into the laundry basket. You take your shirt, giving it a last smell. It smelled like him.
Him.
You walk to your nightstand and grab the picture. You look at it one last time. Throwing it on the garbage.
You open the door, walking to your parents' room. They are watching the news while getting ready for work. "Hey, I gave to tell you something I did."
"Can this wait, baby?" You dad asks. "I'm kinda late for a meeting. And I know I'm the boss, but I can't be late again."
"I don't think this can wait." You say, making him turn.
He noticed your puffy eyes and red face. "Hey, what's going on?"
"I applied for a scholarship in Boston." You say. "And I got it."
"Baby, that's so good!" You mom says. Hugging you and kissing your face. "We are so proud."
"Thank you." You smile at her. "The thing is, I leave by the end of the month." You sob. "And I won't be back until I graduate."
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"Why do you always fuck things up?" Aurora asks him. Mad about the things Pablo is telling her.
"I tried to stop her." He shouts from the kitchen. "I thought maybe we could fix things up."
"Pablo, seriously?" She rolls her eyes. "You are so dumb. You humiliate her the night you told her you didn't want anything with her because you liked other girl, then you come around and tell her that you like her since you were a kid."
Pablo can't understand why he even lied to you, to your mom and to everybody about who he was feeling.
His heart aches at the thought of you. It's like after that night all over again. You two are not talking, you two away, you two are just you two.
You are not blending together like you should.
You are you, and he is he.
"I'm calling her." He says.
Aurora is quicker and grabs his phone from his hands, hiding it under her. "Pablo, no." She points at him.
"Why?" He asks mad. "Give me my phone back."
"You have to give her space." She says, getting up and walking to the kitchen with both her phone and his phone in hand. "Also, maybe not a call, but pay her a visit."
"I'm not sure. Maybe I can go right now."
"Pablo, you need to give her space." Aurora grabs his shoulders and sits him at one of the stools. "I know her. Last time it was really hard for her. And I think it's best if you do wait."
He agrees, he will wait. He needs to let you cool down. He asks his mom for advice, he doesn't know what to do with his impatient self.
His mom calls yours, they talk about the whole drama her son created. Your mom tells her honestly that she finds it kind of funny but at the same time has to stand in your line.
Belen understands, she doesn't want you to feel pressed, so she tells Pablo that is the best if he waits for you to feel better.
Your mom doesn't say anything about you leaving. She knows that Pablo would find out anything and would even get into the plane with you.
"Are you ready, princesa?" You dad asks, he is sad that you are leaving.
"Yes, I have everything." You hug him, not wanting to leave.
You know this is the best for you. You need to find yourself and find a meaning for life and for love again.
One that doesn't have a relation with Pablo. One that's brand new. One that's related to your new beginning.
"I'm going to miss you." He whispers. "But mom and I will visit you in your new apartment." He kisses your cheek.
"And I'll wait for that." You smile. "Please don't let me become American." You cry jokingly.
"You won't. We speak Spanish in this house." He jokes.
Your mom and grandma say their goodbyes. Your mom can't be there when you leave. She will run with you to the plane.
"What are you going to do if she gets married with someone from there?" Your grandma asks her. They are waving the last goodbye at you.
"Force that person to come leave here." She jokes.
Your dad is back in around an hour. The house feels weird without you there. Even when you were outside, they were sure you were okay because you were with Pablo.
Now, it's a new type of fear. What if you were with the wrong people? What if you joined something wrong? What if you were afraid of telling them about your mistakes?
"She will be fine." Your grandma says. "She's a good girl." She pat their backs.
The knock on the door alerts them. "Maybe she chicken out in Madrid." Your dad jokes with them, making them laugh. "Coming."
He walks to the door, finding a very impatient Pablo. "Hey, sir. I know you must hate me for everything I've done to your daughter. But I promise I'm here for good." He awkwardly says. "Please just let me talk to her. My mom and sister don't think this is right, but I know that if I don't talk to h-"
"Pablo." You dad interrupts, sighs with sadness for the boy. "She left."
Pablo feels a shiver running down his spine. "Sh-she left?" He laughs. "What?"
"She's gone, buddy." You dad pats his back. "I'm sorry, I wish this would have been different for the two of you."
"She left to go where?" He asks. "I can take a plane there. I can go."
"It's best if you move on, Gavi." He hugs the boy, letting him process what he was told. "We love you, kiddo." He smiles at him. "You are welcome here, come have dinner with us if you want to, anytime. Come sleep here like you used to when you just move out to your new house. Don't be a stranger, you are like our kid." He says.
Pablo nods, hugging him back. He is still in shock.
Where are you?"
> Pablo, you already lost me <
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"Are you happy?" Your friend asks you.
The graduation ceremony was done. All your classmates and other graduate students are with their families.
"Yes, my dad is here." You say. "Say goodbye to your parents for me." You smile at her.
"I'll see you in Barcelona." She kisses your cheek. "I love you, I'm sure the pain would go away."
"It won't, but I'm working on it." You laugh, making her do it too. "Call me so I can prepare everything for your arrival."
You walk over to your dad. Hugging him. "Look!"
You showed him the diploma, he was so happy for you. Your grandma stayed in Barcelona, she didn't want to spend more than eight hours in a plane.
You take pictures with him. Sending them to the family group and thanking your grandma and aunts for the congratulations.
"Are you sure you don't want to go have dinner?" He asks.
"No, papi." You sigh. "Let's just get something and eat it on the plane."
He understood, helping you with your things and with everything. You just want to sleep and wake up in Barcelona, like you used to.
You wrote a note to the dean and to Trina. They were such a help during the good and bad times. You left it with your friend, making sure she will give it to them.
You arrived at home the next day, tired to do anything or tell anyone. You just wanted to rest in bed.
"Hey, can we go to sevilla to see Grandma?" You ask your dad. He was in his room, undoing this luggage.
"I have a lot of working to do, but I can get you the ticket." He smiles. "Just be careful, please."
"Gracias!" You hug him. "I'll be good."
You unpack your luggage, noticing the other three big ones on the floor. You place everything on the empty closet.
"Hey!" He says. "Mom cleaned that place for you. She knows you like to keep your closet clean."
"Yeah, she knows how much I hate outdated clothes." You joke. "Do you think it's a good idea to take the letter to Belen and Pablo?"
"If that's what you want, I'm sure they would love to read it." He hugs you. "I booked your ticked and texted grandma."
"Grandma can text?"
"Grandma can dm on Instagram." He laughs. "Or that's what Junior says." He says, referring to your cousin. "He sends her reels or something."
You smile at that information. You were so happy to go back to your sevilla home. You spend almost all day arranging your things.
Your flight was supposed to be for the night. You pack a small luggage just in case you need more things.
You pack your mother's letters and other things to take to sevilla. You follow your mother orders, taking the things back to their place.
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Aurorapaezg: Are you in sevilla for real, or is this another old picture?
Yourusername: I was about to call you, I just got back from Boston. Maybe we can meet at your place!
Aurorapaezg: Siii! My mom is going to be so happy to see you. She misses you like crazy ❤️
Yourusername: Tonight sounds good? I'll take that pie. I know she loves it
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You walk with the pie in your hands, knocking on the door. Pablo Sir opened it, eyes shining when he saw you.
"Muñeca!" He says, smiling. "Get inside. When did you come back? Let me help you with that." He takes the pie out of your hands. "Come inside, they are so happy to see you."
"Gracias." You smile, entering the house. "I'm happy to see you." You hug his side. "I missed you."
You walk inside, Aurora and Belen are fixing something in the kitchen. You went around the counter and poke Aurora.
She yelled in excitement, throwing herself at you. You two jump a little while hugging. When you are done with her, you hug Belen. She hugs you so tight.
"We are so happy to have you back!" She says. "Aurora cried for days when she found out."
"I'm sorry, it was an impulsive decision." You pout. "Honestly, I felt like it wasn't the best, but I enjoyed it."
"Your parents were so proud." Pablo says. "Your mom came for Belen's birthday and told us about your graduation, she showed us pictures of your thesis work."
"Yes, she was so excited." You smile. "Oh, I bring you the pie you like." You smile.
You all ate some food that Aurora prepared. Talking about life and about everything. You told them about your last months in Boston. They told you about their last months.
"How's Pablo?" You ask.
"Oh." Belen says. "He's fine. We spent his birthday here."
"Yes, he's been coming a little bit more." Pablo adds. "You parents saw him the last time they were here."
"They did?" You ask. "Mom didn't mention it."
You shake the thoughts out of your mind. Asking Aurora how her and her boyfriend were. She has this mischievous smile.
"Oh my gosh." You say. "What?" She lifts her hand, showing you her ring. "Aurora!" You jump from excitement, hugging her.
"We want a winter wedding." She says, happy. "I was so happy when you mentioned that you were coming back before winter, because that way you can be on my bridal party."
You nod, hugging her tighter. You can believe the girl you grew up with and played wedding was actually getting married.
You spend the rest of the day with them, talking and sharing stories. Aruroa shared with you some ideas she had, and you two create a pinterest board.
"It was so nice seeing you, Y/n." Belen says. "How long are you staying?"
"I think I'll stay for a little bit, I want to rearrange the house." You say. "Talking about the house, I have something for you."
You grab your bag, searching for the letters. You take a second, deciding if you should give them the one for Pablo or not.
"I have these letters for you." You smile. "Mom wanted me to give them to you. I also have a box for you, Belen."
"Thank you, darling." She hugs you. "Maybe you can bring it and come for dinner tomorrow." She smiles, making your nod.
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"Gavi!" Pedri yells, happy to see his friend. "I thought you were in sevilla."
"Hola, hermano." He hugs him. "I was, but I came back like two days ago."
"Oh, sorry, I forgot that now you have a girlfriend, and you don't spend that much time in Sevilla." He jokes.
Gavi rolls his eyes at Pedri. Since he introduced him to this girl from Canaria, he's obsessed with joking about them being a couple.
"She's not my girlfriend. We are just having a good time."
"Hurry with it, she's worth it." He pats Gavi's back. "See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, just because she's the best friend of your girlfriend." He laughs. "Bye."
Pablo hates when people introduce him to girls. He has this thing for quick things. Never too serious.
He doesn't want anything for the long run, he just wants to have fun and enjoy life. He makes sure the girls he's hooking up with know this.
You are here for a good time, not for a long time. Enjoy the gifts, the trips, the money he spends on them, but don't get used to it.
Pedri, Fermin, Ansu, and some others tried to get him to date someone, they wanted him to experience what love was.
They wanted him to finally come around his senses that being a fuck boy was not going to be a lifetime thing.
Sure, it was fun, it was exciting, it was cool, but it wasn't the answer. He would want to get serious at some point, and maybe the girl he wants won't be there because who wants a player?
And no, we are not talking about football player, we sure want that, but the kind of player who fucks and dumps. Ew.
"I'm fine by myself." He says every time they talk this idea of dating into him.
Pablo was happy when Aurora told him the news about the engagement. He was over the moon when her boyfriend asked him to be the best man.
He wanted his sister to have the time of her life. He wanted her to be happy and to have all the love in the world.
"I know you told me it wasn't necessary, but I want you to know that I asked my bank for an additional card with your name on it. Just in case you want to expand your budget."
"Pablito, seriously?" She asks, doing something while he is playing on the play station. "I'm grateful for that, thank you."
"Who is on the bridal party?" He asks, curious to see if he knows everybody.
"Well, I have our cousin Paola, I have my friend Karla and Luz." She starts with the names. "I also have someone else, but I'll tell you later."
He just hummed, not fully interested in the whole list, just the people he knows. "So, I know like 5 people."
"I promise it's going to be fun." She smiles. "I'll text you the details for the party we are organizing, we are giving the placements and everything."
"Did you see my calendar?"
"Yes, I used your availability, Pablito. Don't worry." She laughs, making him smile. "I'll call you later, the planner is calling. Love you."
"Love you too, bye."
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"Are you happy to be home, hermano?" Fermin asks. He was happy that he got to spend the weekend with him and his family. "Say hi to your mom and dad for me."
"Maybe after the game, you can tell them yourself." He smiles.
"Any plans for the weekend, boys?" Ferran asks.
"I have my sister's wedding bridal or something party." He smiles. "So I'm busy."
"That means your girl needs to go dress shopping." Pedri tease.
"I don't have a plus one." He says, not caring about bringing her. "Plus, only family and close friends are coming." He smiles.
Pedri rolls his eyes, tires of trying to get Gavi to get serious with one girl. They can't try all their lifes.
"Fermin is going." Ferran says.
"I'm a close friend, idiot." Fermin hits the back of Ferran's head.
"Wow, rude."
Pablo and the other laugh. They can't help but enjoy the little fights between Fermin and Ferran.
Pablo checks the group chat of the party, he checks all the numbers, and finds one that he can't recognize. Who was it?
He likes to keep tabs on who was going and who isn't. That way, he doesn't have to worry about pictures or stupid things online.
He puts that aside, he has a game to win. He finished getting ready and finished his before game routine. He texted his dad to announce to him that they are about to go out.
On the other side of Sevilla, Aurora, and you are fixing some things. You want everything to he perfect for her.
"Are you super sure this looks great?" She asks, placing the box on the table. "I'm so nervous, sorry."
You laugh. "Rora, it's perfect. Don't worry." You massage her shoulders. "Everything will be fine. I promise."
"I want to give you a little something before anybody else." She stands up, walking to the side and grabbing a box. "Open it."
Aurora was asking you to be her maid of honor.
"I've known you since we were babies, i think it makes sense since we used to play wedding and forced my brother to be the groom or the pastor."
"Pablo used to be so mad." You laugh. "Of course I want to be your maid of honor, silly." You say, excited about the whole thing.
"I can't wait for this to happen!"
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"You should give this to Pablo." You grandma says, lifting the envelope with the letter your mom wrote for Gavi.
"Aurora mentioned that he's coming this weekend." You say, searching for a movie to see with her.
"Oh, look!" She says. "You love this movie."
It was How to lose a guy in 10 days. You haven't seen that movie since the last time you saw it with Gavi.
You smile, selecting that one and watching it with her. You grab your phone, texting Aurora. You asked her when Pablo would be home.
Aurora answers you with a picture of Pablo and his dad watching something. She tells you that he got there earlier than expected.
She also told you that Pablo was going to be alone because she and her parents would go to her grandparents house.
You told her that you would pay him a visit, you need to talk to him and drop something to him. You look at the box and the letter. You sigh, tired.
The movie was good, you loved it. Always did. Your grandma mentioned that she needs to go back home because her novela was about to start.
You drive her, happy that you got to spend time with her like you always did. "See you tomorrow, I'll get the vegetables for the food." You say, waving at her. "Don't forget to tell me about the drama from the novela."
She waves back, you drive back to the old streets you know by heart. You park outside the Páez household. Grabbing the box and the letter.
You take a deep breath, not sure if you can keep the composure around him. You walk to the door, knocking three times.
Pablo opens the door, freezing at the sight of you. "Y/n?" He asks, confused on why you are there. "You are back."
"Hola, Pablo," you smile at him. "Sorry I came unannounced, I was around and Aurora told me you were here."
"Don't worry, please come inside." He smiles at you. Stepping aside for you to enter. "What you have in there?"
You look at your hands. "This is a letter mom left for you, and some things she thinks you might want."
His eyes got sad, and he looks at you, trying to read your sight. "Thank you, I really appreciate you for bringing this."
You feel weird, you haven't talked to him in a while. "How are you?" You ask, trying to break the ice.
"I've been working, trying to keep busy."
"I've seen the games. You are really working hard." You smile at him.
"Hey, do you want a drink?" He asks, trying for you to stay. "We have that drink you love."
You know they do, Belen bought it for you.
"Sure, thank you."
You follow him to the kitchen, you noticed his hair has the small locks you love. His tank top showing his arms, they are bigger.
You can smell his common baby smell, he loves to wear that baby lotion your grandma once gave him for Christmas.
"Are you hungry?" He asks, handing you the glass. "I'm making dinner."
"I'm not feeling like getting poisoned." You joke.
He opens his mouth. "Perdón?" He scuffs. "I'm not the one who burns rice."
"That was once, and it was your fault." You laugh.
"Yeah, blame me." He laughs, shaking his head.
He looks at you, smiling at the old times. You look so good, with your hair up, your rosey cheeks and your perfume. That fucking perfume.
"I've missed you." He confess. "How was Boston?"
You look at him confused. "You knew where I was?"
"Your dad told me at the funeral, I asked about you because you weren't there. He said that there was a snowstorm."
You don't want to cry. You just shake your head. "It was a mess." You laugh, trying to keep the tears away. "But answering you, it was fun, I made a lit of friends."
He wants to hug you, but he doesn't know if you would want that. He can tell you needed it. "I like your shirt." He says, trying to distract you.
You sniff. "Thank you, it's an old shirt I found at my closet here."
"I know, it's mine." He smirks.
You take a look at it. "It's mine now." You joke.
He can't help but notice how you don't hold your sight like you used to do. You were someone who likes to look in the eyes.
At least into his.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks.
You nod, trying to look at him but always breaking eye contact to look away.
"Can I give you a hug?" He half smiles. You nod, stepping closer to him.
He wraps his arms around you, you hide your head on his neck. He tighten his grip once he hears you sobbing.
"I'm sorry, I just really needed this." You say, laughing a little to not keep crying.
"It's okay, preciosa." He combs your hair with his fingers. "I'm sorry this happened to you. Me and my family are here for you."
You pull after a while, thanking him for the hug. "I missed you too." You confess. "I actually went to the game in New York last year." You smile.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you were maybe mad at me, and I wasn't ready to reconnect with people from Spain." You say, honestly. "I was hurt and mad at everyone."
"It's okay, I get what you are saying." He smiles.
You two sit and talk for a while, he tells you about how he's on the run for being a captain at the club for the season.
You listen to him talk about the club, how happy he looks, and how his training is a little bit exhausting but they are working for him.
"Are you going back to Barcelona?" He asks. "I'm leaving in three days. You can come with me." He says, hopeful that maybe you two can reconnect.
"I think I'll stay for a little here." You confess. "Dad is busy and being home alone is not good for me."
He nods, understanding. He takes the dirty dishes and placing them on the sink. You offer to clean them but he refused.
You tell him that you were leaving and he walks with you to the door. "Thank you for the talk and the hug. It was a need for me." You smile.
You quickly hug him goodbye. Walking to your car. You were about to step on the street when you heard him call your name.
"Yes?" You ask, turning back to him.
"Can I see you again?" He asks, hopeful that you might want it. "Maybe when you are back in Barcelona."
You nod, knowing that it was something good for you. "I'll ask Aurora for your number." You say. "That way, when I'm back, we can see each other."
He nods, waving goodbye at you. He smiles once he closes the door. Thinking about getting to be close to you again.
When he's back in the kitchen, he notices the box and the letter. He sighs, he takes them to his room.
He opens the box, the first thing he sees is that Polaroid you had, the two of you smiling and grabbing his first team jersey.
He finds all kinds of things. That makes him smile a lot. He can't help but feel nostalgia. He misses your mom a lot.
At the bottom of the box, there's a lot of envelopes and a sticky note attached to them. Asking him to read the letter first and then he would understand what the envelopes are for.
Your mom left you a lot of letters for when you were going to different phases of your life. Leaving Pablo to be the messenger that needed to give you each of it when the right time comes.
> I know you two aren't in the best place, but I trust you, Pablo. I know you want her back, and you will fight for it.
Don't hurt her again. Take care of her for me. <
He will.
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You stayed more than you think in Sevilla, you wanted to do a lot of things that you can't do in five days.
Your grandma loved having you close again. She would visit you at your parents' house, take meals for you, have movie nights with you.
Also it was a good thing that you were there, Aurora and you were giving so much fun planning her wedding.
Belen and you even planned with her a bridal trip with her friends. Her soon to be husband also was having a groom trip with his friends and his side of the bridal party.
So, it made sense that you combined the two parties. It was going to be a fun experience. Belen was staying home since she mentioned that she wanted to give you privacy.
You found out that Pablo was going to he the best man, you laugh at how he didn't know that you were the maid of honor.
"Okay, I have everything." You showed her the house you booked, the places you planned to go to and everything else.
"Thank you for helping me with everything!" She kisses your cheeks. "You are the best."
"Calm down, amiga." You laugh. "I'm going home, we have to pack because we are leaving tonight. Remember."
You left the Páez household, driving calmly when a phone call stops your Playlist.
"Pablo"
You smile, accepting the call. "Hello, this is McDonald's. What can we get for you?" You joke with him.
"I want a big tasty with extra extra extra bacon, extra sauce, and an extra big sprite." He laughs. "Also, may I speak with the maid of honor that sent me that invite for tomorrow?"
"That would be me, Mister Gavi." You smile.
You texted Pablo one night, you needed someone to talk to. He then never stopped texting you. Every morning and every night asking if you are okay, asking if you are resting, sleeping well, if you need something.
It was healing you in some way. It also made your dad less worried about you. You told him that Pablo and you reconnected and that you were just texting but it was helping you.
"I was thinking, maybe we can go out to eat after lading."
You think about it. You want Gavi back into your life, but you are not sure if you want it in a romantic way, more like the friend you trusted.
"What if we see if we are not too tired." You say. Parking the car in your garage. "Deal?"
"I'll take that." He laughs. "Text me when you are at the house."
"Bye." You say, hanging the call.
You enter your home, finish packing your things. You have a kind of established dress code that you and the other girl agreed to.
You pack some extra things. Ibiza was going to be fun for you. It was going to be relaxing.
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You were having so much fun with the girls. Aurora, the girls and you were at this club that you booked.
You wanted to not drink that much, but after the first five rounds, you just let it go.
"I'm having a lot of fun." You say to Aurora.
"Me too, this is so fun."
You order a new round of drinks, "I'll go to the bathroom and be back." You announce.
Your phone was vibrating, making you take it out of your pocket. The caller ID showing Pablo's name.
"Holaaa" you say, extending the a.
"You are drunk." He laughs. "The boys wanted to meet you at the club, and apparently, the burst mand and maid of honor has to agree to do it."
"Oh, we are at this club, and we are having so much fun." You laugh. "Let me send you the address."
You text him where you are, and you are also sharing your location with him.
"Got it, preciosa." He says, happy tone. "We are drinking too."
"That fun. See you here." You say, hanging up.
After the bathroom, you got back to your friends. You noticed that the girls were doing shots.
"You didn't wait for me." You pout.
"We did. Here's your two shots." Franchesca says. Having you the shots.
You drank them, feeling them tasteless, like water. That's a dangerous zone. You feel a poke to your side. Turning to see Pablo and the boys.
"Hola." You smile at him. "Just in time, we are doing shots."
He grabs your waist, noticing how drunk you are.
"Take a shot with me, please." You smile at him. "Let's all take a shot." You say, ordering the shots.
You not only drink one round, more like five rounds. You grab your phone, texting your dad a picture that you took before going to the club.
Just for him to feel peace that you are safe.
"What are you doing?" Pablo asks, arms around your waist. He places his head on your shoulder. "You smell so good." He says in your ear, kissing your earlobe.
"I'm taxing my dad." You say, showing him the text. "He can sleep better if he doesn't know we are here." You laugh.
You are drunk, maybe too drunk.
"Let's drink more." You yell.
You were about to free yourself, but his hands are locking you in place.
"What if we take some water?" He asks.
"Water?" You laugh. "Don't be boring, Martin." You laugh. "Tequila looks like water, so tequila would be."
He doesn't free you from his hold. He needs to take care of you, he made a promise yo himself to do so.
"Pablo, let me go." You say, grabbing his arms. "What are you doing?"
"I just want you to take this easy. We still have time, and let's not black out."
"What if I want to black out?" You ask. "What if I just want to enjoy and not feel like trash?"
He's taken aback by this comment. He doesn't understand where that comes from. "What?"
"Let me go." You say, trying to get out of his hold. "I'm having fun, let me have fun." You start to hyperventilate. "I just want to have fun, please let me go."
"Hey, calm down." He says, letting you go and standing in front of you. "It's okay, we can go get another round."
He tries to grab your hands, but you back off. You shake your head, turning to the rail. You feel like throwing up.
You can see the beach from where you are. You search for the stairs with your head. Walking to it.
"Hey, careful." He says, grabbing your arm as you walk to the beach.
You drag him to the edge of the water. You free yourself from his hold, taking your heels off, and walking into the water. Pablo alarms, taking his shoes off and joining you.
"Leave me alone, Pablo." You tell him, pushing him away. "Just go back and have fun." You sat down, water level to your breast. You try not to cry, taking deep breaths. "Just leave me alone."
"Im not leaving." He says, taking a seat with you.
You shake your head no, crying into your hands. "I just want to be alone." You say. "Please, leave me alone."
He moves places, kneeling in front of you. "Come here." He says, arms opening. You cry into his arms.
He doesn't understand what he did or if it was his fault. Maybe the drinks, maybe what he says, maybe both.
"Talk to me." He says.
You separate, looking into his eyes. "I just," you sob. "I feel this pain since she left. And I can't help but think that maybe this would never go away." You sob.
"Amor, look at me." He asks. You shake your head no. He grabs your chin, making you look at him. "It's okay to feel that way. You need to mourn your feelings. You lost someone really important, and it will take a lot of time for you to feel a little bit of the way you felt before. Okay?"
You nod, tearing up.
"One day at the time." He says. Kissing your cheek, his hands on your arms, caressing them.
You grab his cheeks in your hands, the wet feeling making him shiver. You caress his cheeks.
"You are okay, I'm here."
You smash your lips on his. Needing a little more. Pablo places his hands on your unclothed back.
The taste of alcohol in each others mouths feels good, the tonge fight and the small whines you let go are an scene.
"You are drunk," Pablo says, breathless. "This is wrong." He whispers before going back to you. You two kissed again, it was wrong, but it felt good. "We need to stop." He says.
"I don't want to stop, Gavi." You whisper to him. Pecking him. He pulls away from your hold. Leaving you confused. "What are you doing?"
"I can't." He laughs sarcastically. "If I don't stop now, I won't be able to stop later. And you are drunk, we can't." He sits next to you.
You nod, feeling a little sad that you were rejected. You stayed there, sitting next to him. Your head resting on his shoulder.
"I want to throw up." You say. Turning and crawling back to the edge. Not wanting to throw up in the water.
Gavi sighs, smiling a little at how funny you look. "Let me grab your hair." He hurries to your side.
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You were relaxed at your house in Barcelona. Helping your dad with throwing things that are unnecessary to keep.
You hear the doorbell, placing the things you have on your hands in the box that you place on the floor.
You walk to the door, finding gavi on the other side. He has a bag with your favorite the name of your restaurant.
"I have dinner." He smiles. "You dad told me he was on a work trip. And I made myself the responsible one for your dinner."
You smile at him. This was an ongoing thing, Pablo has been coming to see you since you came back from Sevilla.
He drives you to therapy, he visits you after training, before training. Takes you to his games.
He's your hip and thigh at this point. Always by your side. You were thankful to him for that. Your dad thanked him for doing that.
Knowing that you needed help from someone else but him. Grateful that you were feeling better and looking better.
You help him serve the food in plates. Sharing half and half. You serve two glasses of wine. You loved pasta and wine.
"If you can pick between going to space or going to hell, which one?" You ask out of nowhere.
"Amor, what the fuck?" He laughs.
He has these nicknames he calls you. You grow used to them, letting him use them on you.
"Pick one." You smile.
"Maybe space." He thinks. "Yeah, space."
You keep doing this game for a while, laughing at each others answers. You enjoy times like this.
You wash the dishes, and he dries them. A team work. "Hey, do you want to see a movie in my room?" You ask, leaving the dishes in their place.
You grab your glass of wine. Refiling it, doing the same with his. You walk upstairs with him. Hand in hand, as if he doesn't know the way.
"What do you wanna see?" You say, laying in bed.
He grabs the remote from the nightstand, turning your tv on and walking to the door, turning the lights off.
"What do you." He points at you. "Wanna see?" He smiles.
"Avengers." You whisper, knowing he loves Marvel.
He smiles, scrunching his nose. "I was thinking about that movie." He says, happy. He walks up to you. He bows down to you, lips kissing your cheeks. "You read my mind."
You grab his cheeks. "I did." You smile at him. "I'm a mind reader." You joke.
He laughs, his hands resting on the mattress on each side of you. He places his head on the crock of your neck.
"If you are, tell me what I'm thinking." He says, kissing your neck. "Let's see if you get it right."
You think for a few seconds. His breath on your neck is making you giggle. "You are thinking about food." You say, jokingly.
"Oh no!" He says, worried look. "You got it right, you are a mind reader." He laughs against your skin.
You hug him, making him fall on top of you. You kiss his head. Loving the warm feeling of his body on top of yours.
"I love you." You say to him. "Thank you for being here."
You were honest with him. Without him, you would've been the same mess you were before the chat at the beach.
"I love you." He repeats, nose bumping with yours. You look at him, the smile he has is adorable, the way his eyes are shining too.
You grab his cheek, caressing his skin. "Kiss me." You whisper to him.
He doesn't waste a second. Lips on top of yours. You taste him, drunk into his arms and his presence.
You can get used to that feeling, you can get used to the warmth. You moan into his lips. Your hands move to find the hem of his shirt.
You separate from the kiss, pulling his shirt off of him. He takes it off, not waiting a second to go back into the kiss.
His hand finds his way under your shirt and to your boob, taking it into his mercy. You throw your head back, giving him access to your neck.
"Can I take this off?" He asks between kisses to your neck, making sure you are okay with what's about to happen.
"Si, solo no pares." You moan.
He takes the piece of clothes, lips finding the valley of your breasts while his hands hold your sides.
"Pablo" you moan his name, grabbing his hair. You can't help but bring him closer to you.
He moves back to your lips, giving you the opportunity to reach his shorts. You separate for him, looking into his eyes.
"Do you want this?" He asks, making you nod. "No, say it. I need to hear it from you."
"Si." You say desperately. "Please do it."
He smiles, kissing you again. You pull his shorts down. He helps you by kicking them. His hands search your back, undoing your bra and throwing it to the side.
He kneels up to the bed, grabbing the hem of your shorts and pulling them down. You grab the hem of his boxers, doing the same.
"You are not going to stop, verdad?" You ask him. Pupils dilated from desire.
"No, amor." He says, looking at you. He pecks the line of your jawline to your lips. "I'm not stopping." He kisses you. "Nobody's interrupting us." He kisses you again. "We are sober." Kiss again. "And I'm going to take care of you, like you deserve."
He takes the hem of your panties and pulls them off. Leaving you naked in font of him. He balls them in his hand as he takes a look at you completely.
He throws the underwear to the side before getting back on top of you, lips finding your one more time.
He holds himself up on with one arm while one of his hands goes down between your legs and starts playing with your center, making you moan into his lips before they move down to your neck.
“You are so perfect,” he grasped before getting on his knees again and spreading your legs wider, his head burying between your thighs. He wants to make sure you enjoy everything.
The noises coming from him were dirty and only made you want him even more. Your hands on his hair, pulling it lightly.
He grabs your waist, making you stay still. You fall into bed. Eyes unable to open from the pleasure he's making you feel.
It doesn't take you long to reach your high. He finds your moans and little growls as motivation. It's really hard for him not to cum just by the look of you.
He gets close to your face, kissing you to make you taste yourself. You separate, biting your lip while looking at him.
“Let me take care of you now,” you moaned, trying to reach for him, but he stopped you. Shaking his head.
“No, amor. I’m not done with you yet.” he says, his deep tone making you bite the inside of your cheek. “Tonight it's all about you."
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"What are you drawing?" You ask him.
He organized this little activity in his house. He bought everything to paint while you two enjoy some Moscato.
"I'm painting you." He smiles. "Or at least I'll try." You laugh at that, making him smile.
"I'm painting a sunset." You say, grabbing the orange and red.
You listen to the music in the background, using the time to paint. He looks at you from time to time, trying to act as if he's drawing your features.
"I'm done." He says, hands up like in those cooking shows.
"Was this a competition?" You laugh. "I thought this was a relaxing activity."
"I won." He smirks. "Let's call it a night." He jokes, standing and walking around the table to you.
"Amor, sientate." You laugh.
He hugs you, making you stop with your paint. "You are so talented, mi vida." He kisses your cheeks.
You turn your head, kissing his lips. "Show me your art, Picasso." He nods, stretching to grab his paint. You laugh at the sight of it. "Pablo, that's a stick person in the park."
"It's high class art, amor." He jokes. "Look at the sun in the corner."
"You draw a smiley face to the sun." You say, taking your phone and snapping a picture of him.
You left your paint, getting up and hugging him. You loved this time with him. How hard he proved himself to you.
"I can't believe my sister's getting married this weekend."
"I know, so crazy." You say, thinking about it.
"Let's go upstairs to watch out show." He suggests, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairs.
You go to his room. Taking your shoes off, you grab your favorite blanket. He grabs his blanket, placing it next to you.
"I'll just use the bathroom." He stands up, grabbing the remote and handing it to you. "I'll be right back."
You nod, connecting your phone to his charger. You press the on button on the remote, it was not working.
"Amor, your remote is dead." You say, louder for him to hear.
"There's batteries on the nightstand to the left." He shouts from the bathroom.
You sigh, moving to find them. You open the nightstand, finding a mess. "Ughh, seriously?" You whisper to yourself.
You open it completely. Eyes focusing on the stack of envelopes that he has at the end of the drawer.
But what really calls your attention is the note sticked to the one on top. That's your mother's handwriting.
You take them, noticing that the fist envelope was the letter she left for him. You read the sticky note. It was an instruction to read the letter first to understand what the envelopes are for.
"What are you doing?" He says, taking them out of your hands.
You look at him, confused on why he has those envelopes and why your mother left them yo him.
"What is that?" You whisper.
"Nothing, did you find the batteries?" He walks away with the stack. Trying to get it out of your reach.
"Pablo, what is that?" You ask again.
"I said nothing." He says, tone more stern.
"Don't lie to me." You warn him. "What is that?"
He sighs, not wanting for you to find about this like that. He turns, noticing your glossy eyes and accelerated breathing.
"Your mom left this for you." He confess. "They all are for different moment, she thought that I was the one who should give them to you as the time comes."
"Can I read them?" You stand up, walking to him.
He shakes his head no, taking a few steps back. "She instructed me with how and when I should give them to you."
"That's stupid. Let me read them." You try to take them out of his hands. "Pablo!"
"I can't." He says. "This is the last thing your mother asked me to do, and I will do it like she wants."
You shake your head. Feeling the tears fill your eyes. "Just one." You cry. "Please."
He wants to hand them to you. He wants you to stop crying by the thought of them. But he made a promise to himself to follow the instructions like he was asked to do.
"Amor, please don't cry."
"Don't call me that." You say.
You weren't thinking rationally. You wanted him to hand you the envelopes. You don't care if he has instructions.
"Y/n." He sighs. "Let's talk."
"No!" You shout. "Just give me one. She won't be mad." You walk over to him, trying one more time to get your hands on them.
But he's not having it. He turns, making you impossible to reach. You grab his shirt, pulling it lightly.
"Don't do this to me." You sob. "Just let me read a little, I don't have to read it all." You cry. "Pablo, please."
You fall on the floor, crying while you hug his legs. He's breaking his own heart by denying you access to them.
"I'm sorry." He says, kneeling to where you are. "I can't."
You look up to him. Frowning mad at him. You feel rage. Maybe not at him, but taking it out on him anyway.
"Fuck you then." You spat. "Keep them all, I don't need them." You get up.
You walk over to where your phone is, disconnecting it to the power. You turn to him, still kneeling on the floor.
You walk to the exit about to get out of the room. You stop at the door, sobbing. "Pablo." You call for him, turning to see him. "Just one."
You can see his eyes filling with tears. He can't break his promise, not after breaking all the ones he made to her when she was still alive.
"I love you, but I can't."
You nod, walking out of the room.
Pablo hears his front door slaming shut. He cries into his hand. He can't help but feel guilty for doing that.
You drove home. Rushing to get to your father. You park horribly and run inside your house. "Dad." You yell.
His car was outside, so he has to be there. You run upstairs, opening his bedroom door. You find him watching a golf game.
"Did you knew about the letters mom left?"
He blinks, not even surprised. He turns the tv off. "Goodnight to you too, kiddo."
"Stop!" You order him. "Answer."
He sighs, knowing this was coming sooner or later. "I did." He smiles at you. "And let me guess, Pablo didn't hand them to you."
"What?"
"She informed me about the letters, and she packed them in the box she left for him. I told her it was best if I kept them, but she knew I would hand them to you if you asked me that."
He walks to his closet, making you a sign to follow him. He grabs his keys and opens the locked drawer he has.
He takes an envelope. "So she left me with this, for when you find out about the others and didn't get to have them."
You rip the letter from his hand. Reading the back of it.
> The explanation you need <
You look at him. He nods, pushing you to the exit, you needed to be alone for what's coming.
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"Oh no!" Aurora says. Looking into her things like crazy. "Y/n!"
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot the vows, I thought I packed them inside. What am I going to do?"
"Hey, relax." You grab her by the shoulders. "Where are they? I can pick them up."
"They are home, but I'm not ready yet, and I still have th-"
"Rora, I'm picking them up." You smile at her. "I'm the maid of honor, I am ready, I can do it."
"Are you sure?" She asks, glossy eyes.
"I'm already on the way." You laugh, grabbing you car keys and your purse. "Let's pray my hair stays intact."
You make her laugh, you wave goodbye at her. You hurry to her house, not wanting to spend much time outside in case she needs anything else.
The ceremony was in a few hours. So you have time to go there and back. Not having to worry about being late.
You knocked on the door, and she told you there was someone in the house. You were on your phone, waiting for the door to be open.
Gavi feels his breath pause, the way your black flower dress looks on you. He can't help but smile at the look of you.
You lift your head, finding his honey eyes sticked on you. "Pablo, hello." You smile. Your soft voice is making him smile even more.
"Hi." It's all he can say.
You don't want to make it awkward, but you can't take your eyes off of him. He feels uncomfortable. He doesn't like to be mad at your or you to be mad at him.
"I'm sorr-" He tries to say, getting interrupted by you.
"I'm here for the vows." You say. Not wanting to talk about it.
"Oh yes, the vows, get in." He steps aside for you. He guides you to the living room. He hands you the little box with them.
You text a picture to Aurora. Making her know you have them and that you'll be there with her as soon as possible.
You turn to Pablo, he's trying to get his blazer and tie to work. "Do you need help?" You ask, noticing how he looks a little frustrated.
"Por favor." He sighs, tired of trying.
You leave your purse and the box down on the table next to you. Getting closer to him, you turn him to face the mirror that is on the living room.
You fix the neck of the blazer, lining it up with the neck of his shirt. He shivers with the contact, inhaling the smell of your perfume.
"You changed your perfume." He whispers.
You smile at that, he noticed. "I did, it's good to have a change."
You grab his arms, fixing the blazer and the shirt down it. You grab his hands while fixing the rest of the arm.
Pablo can't help but squish your hand. It's like he's trying to prove that you are there and not another dream of his.
You smile at his actions. "Just the tie left." You grab the tie, putting it around his neck.
You have a flashback. Having him so close to you isn't really helping. The way his hands pose around your waist, fingers tapping on your hips.
Pablo's eyes are locked into yours, his hands are now on your back and side. He's moving them, tapping his fingers around.
You try to hurry. Feeling like you might faint if you don't. "And we are done." You smile at him. "Your hair is a little lighter, or is it me?"
You laugh, trying to get composure. He just smiles. You look at his hair in the mirror and then turned back to him.
You fix his hair, the feeling of his eyes on you, it's burning. "That's better." You smile at him. "Want me to give you a ride?"
"Please." He whispers, lost into all of you.
You turn to the table, grabbing your things and the box. You wait for him to follow you to your car.
He closes the door, following you to your car. "Not this car." He laughs. "I thought you left the obsession for this car back in our teenage years."
"It's new and it's cute, also it has a strawberry smell." You frown. "So get in or go im an Uber." You unlock the door, smiling at him as you enter your seat.
Pablo chuckles, entering the car. The drive was silent, but not an uncomfortable silence. It's more like enjoying your company in silence kind of thing.
When you get there. You don't know why, but you wait for him to get out. You need some time for yourself before going in there and act all happy.
"You coming?" He asks, knocking on your window.
"Si, I just need a minute." You saw, lowering the window and trying to act normal.
He looks at you, noticing your sad eyes. "Are you okay?"
You smile, the only person you can't lie to it's him. "Yes, just fixing my makeup and I'll be there. Take this to Aurora."
You see him walk away. You take a few deep breaths, acting up was no getting you nowhere and you know it.
You walk to the venue, happy face when you see Aurora. She is talking with Pablo.
"Hey, thank you for picking the vows and my brother." She hugs you. "Always a life saver."
"Don't thank me, that what the maid of honor has to do." You smile. "But let's go!"
The ceremony went well. You can't help but feel nostalgic. Your mothers always helped you two play wedding as kids.
Your parents making fun of Pablo for being the only boy and being forced to marry you or to officiate the wedding between the two of you when you couldn't find another boy to play.
You can't forget how your mom and Belen would talk about the special day of their daughters. Saying what your dresses might look like, the flowers.
Now it's a reality for her.
The dinner party was fun. Aurora was having the fun of her life. You looked at her from the distance, not feeling like dancing.
You walk outside the venue, the garden is majestic, all the roses, the smell. It's paradise. You sit on the bench, looking at the butterflies that roam around the garden.
You were lost in your thoughts, but you feel someone sitting next to you. You don't need to turn your face to see who it is, the smell of his cologne already telling you.
"Want a drink?" Pablo asks, leaving the glass with liquor next to you.
"Gracias." You smile.
He stays quiet for a moment, waiting for you to say something or to ask him to leave. "Are you ready to talk?"
You nod, thinking about what you want to say. "I'm sorry I treated you that way. I was out of my mind and not really mad at you. I just needed to let go of my range."
He grabs your hand, squishing it yo give your courage. You smile at his little action. Finding it very comforting.
"Turns out she not only left those to you, but one more with my dad. She knew you would say no and that I would want an explanation."
You laugh at how comical it sounds. Pablo smiles at your reaction, finding it a little more calming than he was expecting.
"And in that letter, she asked me not to be mad at you." You turn to him. "She asked me to take care of you, that you need me as much as I need you."
You make a pause, not feeling like crying. You turn back to your original position. You can't look into his eyes.
"I don't want to cry," you say, thinking about everything that you are feeling. "Tell me about something else, please."
He tries to think of something to say, a topic to keep your mind away from all the commotion you are feeling inside. He then thinks about football.
"With the team, we won la Liga with this last game, and we think we can get the champions."
"Keep dreaming." You joke. "Maybe if number six works harder, you can have a chance."
"Si, but number six doesn't want to work harder." He follows along with your joke. "He's lazy."
"Always have been." You laugh, shoulder hitting his. "You drink liquor now? What happened to cheap beer?" You tease him.
"I never drank cheap beer. That was Fermin and the rest." He laughs.
"True." You chuckle.
You just stayed quiet after that. You drank the liquid in your glass as a shot.
"Let's go back inside." You stand. "Aurora will get worried."
He grabs your hand, making you turn. "You don't have to be strong all the time." He grabs your face with his hands. "And I know I'm going to make big promises, but it's all real. You have me, always did, always will." Your eyes fill with tears. You nod, hugging him. "It's okay, I'm here now. And I won't let you leave ever again." He says, kissing your shoulder. "I'm here, princesa. I'm always here."
You cry into him. His arms tighten the grip, making sure you know he's there for you. You stayed like that until you felt better.
"I have an idea." He says, pulling away to see your face. Thumbs drying your tears. "Let's go to dance." He smiles. "We need to let all the worries away."
You smile at him, nodding your head. You grab his hand and take a step to the side for him to lead the way.
"Pablo." You call, pulling him by the arm.
He turns to you, the feeling of your lips on his, surprising him. His hands go to your waist and neck. Pulling you closer. You grab his face, not wanting to let go.
The kiss is what you always expected it to be. It's sweet and delicate. It's the kiss that would seat the deal.
After all the kisses you shared, you can say this is your favorite one. Because both of you accepted your feelings. It was the perfect one.
You separate, needing air. His forehead sticks with yours. He pulls to kiss your forehead and then peck your lips.
You close your eyes, enjoying having him so close. Finally knowing he was your and you were his.
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"Are you ready to go home?" He asks you. Grabbing your hand and kissing it.
Pablo was having games every three days, he loves having you there as a support. He loves having his personal cheerleader back.
"That jersey looks amazing on you." He makes you turn.
"Oh God!" You laugh. "That's going to make me nauseous." You grab his arms. He hugs you, making you walk on reverse while he laughs at you. "Pablo, stop!" You laugh.
"Wanna get some food?" He asks, thinking about all the food options. "Are you craving something?" He asks, eyes on your belly.
"Actually, Aurora called me. She wants us to meet her at home. She wants us to have a few drinks with her and her husband."
"Talking about drinks, Pedri actually invited us to a barbecue tomorrow. He asked me to bring the drinks."
You laugh at the coincidence. You two were the professional drink makers of the team, so it was easy to ask you to bring the drinks.
"I feel like it's time to tell them." You hug his waist, kissing his neck. "It's about time they find out. Aurora is getting suspicious. And I can't keep making excuses about why I'm not drinking." You laugh.
He thinks for a moment, looking at you with a pout. "Let her keep guessing." He kisses the side of your head, placing his hands on your belly. "Let's keep enjoying a little bit more by ourselves." He smiles.
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