GAVIIIIII

"Alright, listen up, maggots..."

All 5 of my cousins, including the baby stared at me attentively as I circled them all in the middle of the room, stating the only rules I had while baby sitting. "Now, with your parents gone, and the absence of any other responsible adult here, I'M in charge." I announce. "And you know what that means." I stop walking now, and turn to face them all, arms crossed.

"Don't scream unless blood gets involved." They all sigh in unison, already familiar with this. "That's a questionable rule, mi vida..." Pablo, my boyfriend mumbles, leaning against the wall in the corner, somewhat concerned by my babysitting methods. "Don't worry about. Just get us some McDonald's, and they'll be fine." I brush it off.

"Besides, I'm hoping you're all already familiar with the saying 'snitches get stitches', right?" I then smile at my cousins, whom I were to babysit today, as their parents were out for some important business lunch. It was a pretty last-minute decision, so they couldn't really find another responsible babysitter.

Most of the ones they called were at some random orgy, so they decided to call me instead, as they knew that I was vacationing in Y/O/P for sometime with my boyfriend. This is exactly why I'm always so private with my travels. Every time someone finds out where I am, or where I'm going, they always find ways or ruining it.

Like last time, when I was in my hometown for some work, I told my mom that I'd be there, and she literally stormed right into my hotel room, all because her dishwasher was broken, and the water was too cold for her to wash dishes. It was fucking humiliating, cuz my co-worked witnessed the entire thing!

And now, right when I was about to go shopping with Pablo, they called me at the last minute. Of course I told him to go on without me, but he insisted to join. Pretty sweet actually, but dating him, in a way, IS like babysitting itself. Especially when he throws one of his stupid temper tantrums after losing a particular game.

"So, what do you guys wanna do now?" I then ask the kids after Pablo sighs and leaves the house, on his way to McDonald's. Y/F/C/N raises his hand, a small smirk creeping to his face. "No, Y/F/C/N, we're not doing voodoo on your math teacher again." I sigh, knowing how that ended up the last time we tried it.

"Yes?" I turn to the twins. "We wanna watch TV." They both say at the same time. "Okay, we'll watch TV." I smile at the 4 year olds. "What?" I turn to Y/F/C/N again. "Caleb's coming over." He simply replies. "Alright, well just leave the door open 3 inches." I sigh. "I'm not gay- He's my best friend!" Y/F/C/N scoffs.

"Oh." I simply say, a little awkwardly. "Well, do whatever you want as long as the cops aren't coming over." I dismiss him. "Oh, sick!" He grins, giving me a high-five/handshake, and walking away excitedly. "Caleb AND Y/F/C/N under the same roof? The cops are bound to come over." Y/A/C/N rolls her eyes.

"You're horrible at this, you know." She then insults. "Hey, you're just jealous because you have no friends." I roll my eyes at her. "Yeah, I do." She defends. "Do not." I say. "Do too!" She yells. "You know what? I'm so outta here." She then raises her hands in the air, walking towards the door. "Wait till mom hears about this." She scoffs, leaving.

"She loves me more than she loves you, you know!" I call out for her, but she just slams the door shut behind her, leaving me, the twins, and the baby all alone. "Well then, what do y'all wanna watch?" I rub my palms against one another, plopping down on the couch. "We wanna watch Dora!" They both grin.

Oh hell naw- not this shit again. "Dora, it's right behind you!" The twins and I, and even the baby answer her question together, only the baby's answer was more of a nonsensical blabber. She just stares right back at us, creepily, as if she had no idea what the fuck we just said. She then repeats her question.

"Where is the mountain?" She blinks. Oh the audacity of this bitch! I can't take it no more- "It's right behind you, Dora, just turn around!" I exclaim, walking closer to the TV now, my eyes practically glued to the screen, as she just stared back blankly, as if I just spoke in an unknown language.

And after answering her once again, I completely lost it when she disregarded me like that, pulling out her stupid singing map, and asking it the same question. "You don't talk to maps like that!" I yell, annoyed by his stupid, but catchy song. "Um, Y/N... You're scaring us." One of the twins murmurs, inching away from me slowly.

"Dora, maps don't fucking sing like that! Seriously bro, just turn around, it is right behind you!" I began throwing a fit, hella irritated by this stupid show. "There is the mountain!" Dora exclaims, finally finding it due to her map friend, rather than giving me the credit for it. "GAH- I CAN'T STAND THIS FUCKING SHOW!" I growl, shutting off the stupid TV.

Breathing heavily, an overwhelming realization hit me when the sound of a baby crying snapped me back to reality. I turned around to see the twins running and jumping around frantically, screaming and crying in fear, and due to the candy too. "Shit..." I curse under my breath, walking over to the baby, but that's when someone burst into the room.

"Y/N, what the hell is going on?" My worried boyfriend asks, placing down the McDonald's orders on the table before rushing up to the crying baby. "Uh, two boys are performing a human sacrifice in the backyard. Thought you should know." He then tells me, panicking a little. "Y/F/C/N..." I whisper to myself.

"Hey, what did I say about not involving blood?!" I yell as I barge outta the room, and into the backyard outside the house, only to find Caleb and Y/F/C/N reciting some random 'mantras' and spells, circling the Y/A/C/N, who was tied up to a tree using a water hose. The moment I saw what was going on, I burst out laughing.

Part of me was tempted to join them, and perhaps even strangle the bitch with the hose, but before I could react on that urge, a random old lady who was jogging outside yelled at us all. "HEY!" She screams, staring at us all, and we all stop dead in our tracks, frozen with fear, anticipating her next move. "RUN!" Caleb yells, and we all disperse.

Caleb hopped the fence and took off in the opposite direction, and possibly to his home, and Y/F/C/N ran straight into the house, locking all the doors and windows, preventing me from getting in. "HELP ME!" Y/A/C/N screams on top of her lungs, and the old woman began threatening me to call the cops.

About 7 minutes had passed, and she finally finished her lecture. I apologized to her and assured her that none of this would ever happen again, and even vowed to be a better individual, and with a final warning, she finally left. "Don't forget to untie her, missy." She then says one last time, pointing at Y/A/C/N, who just had a smug, satisfied smirk on her face.

Oh how badly I wanted to punch that smirk off, but unfortunately for me, this old woman was basically a Dom Toretto 2.0, and wouldn't stop scolding me about how important family is, and how I should treat them better, and that I'm lucky to even have a family in the first place! She stood there outside, her arms crossed as she waited for me to untie Y/A/C/N, and perhaps even apologize to her.

After it was all done, she finally gave me a nod, and jogged away. Y/A/C/N just chuckles at what just happens, and skips to the backdoor, knocking it repeatedly, until it was answered by a very happy Pablo, with the baby in his arms, hugging him tightly, and laughing too as he spoke to it.

"Best. Babysitting session. EVER!" Y/A/C/N announces, running inside to tell everyone what exactly happened. I just roll my eyes at her, walking back in and sitting on some random chair, exhausted by today's cursed events. Next time, I'm just gonna let Y/F/C/N do voodoo. That's so much more convinient.

I eventually decided to find the twins and apologize to them for scaring them, but the moment I entered the living room, my heart melted. I saw Pablo sitting in the center of the room, the baby in his arms and the twins sitting around him, telling him random incidents that occured in their school, and about how life was like with me around.

Pablo just chuckles and listens attentively, telling them how life was for him with ME around, and they all just chuckle too. Even Y/F/C/N and Y/A/C/N weren't fighting together with Pablo around, equally captivated by his charm. "Oh, Y/N. Come join us!" Pablo then sees me, standing at the door, taking pictures of them.

I just smile timidly, and take a seat beside him, softened by the approach he had on children. "So, señor Gavira...." Y/A/C/N then starts. "How did an extremely nice gentleman, such as yourself, end up with the monster of a cousin we have?" She asks, messing around. We all just chuckle, at her genuine doubt.

"PSSSSSST!"

As if electrocuted awake, my boyfriend shot up, outta bed, sitting up straight, the fear and astonishment visible in his coffee brown eyes, as he stared at my half-dead, sleep deprived face, the flashlight below my chin highlighting my flaws, presenting them in a creepier light. Literally.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N..." He then lets out a sigh of relief, realizing that it was just me, and not the zombie bride he probably assumed I was. "I'm hungry." I say in a low, sinister voice. "Oh?" His perplexed, groggy expression now changed to that of a horny, cocky one, as he sat up straighter. "For food." I add flatly, before he could get any more unholy ideas.

"Just go eat something then." He rolls his eyes, laying back down on his bed, his drowsiness suddenly returning. "There's nothing to eat." I continue staring at him. "Ever heard of take-out?" He snaps. "Ever heard of Christmas rush?" I retort, making him run his hands through his hair, as he began pondering upon something.

It's true, there wasn't much we could do anymore now. Though it was only 11:57pm, December 23rd, only a few more minutes, and the entire city's gonna start bustling more than usual. And the growling of my stomach clearly proved that I wouldn't survive the night if I don't eat something soon.

"Very well then..." Pablo sighs, getting up and outta the bed, walking towards the door. "Aww, I love you." I smile at my departing boyfriend, knowing that he was probably going to whip something up for me real quick, because this wasn't the first time I'd woke him up in the middle of the night, on the verge of dying due to my hunger.

However, he usually made something really simple for me. Like instant ramen, or a PB&J sometimes. But I was certain that I wouldn't be receiving any of that anytime soon, cuz we were all out of things to eat! I should know, for I've been haunting the kitchen for a little over an hour now, in pursuit of some edible food.

But all I could find was frozen meat, and dumb protein supplements, which Pablo himself doesn't take that frequently, for according to him, they taste like chalk. He can be pretty picky at times. "Oh no, you're coming with." He rolls his eyes, getting me outta bed, and dragging me outta the room, and down the stairs.

"Why? I already told you. It's pointless!" I protest. "There's nothing to eat!" I remind. "Oh please." He scoffs. "Everyone knows how blind you are when it comes to food you don't wanna eat." He rolls his eyes. "What makes you say that?!" I ask defensively. "Oh, I don't know..." He mumbles, pretending to think about it.

"Probably the fact that you keep opening and shutting the fridge every time you see something you don't like, hoping that something else magically appears in there if you open it constantly." He scoffs, somewhat annoyed, somewhat amused. I just roll my eyes at him when we reach the kitchen, and sit on the counter instead.

"See? Told ya there's nothing." I cross my arms fifteen minutes later, not moving from my position. Pablo just sighs, walking up to me, tired of rummaging through each and ever shelf of his, along with the refrigerator too, but finding absolutely nothing. "Well, we could just bake something." He then says in a suggestive tone.

"Bake something?" I repeat, never really giving it a thought before. "Yeah. Bake something." He confirms, walking up to me now. "Think about it, mi vida." He then starts. "We've already got all the ingredients. It's rush hour now anyway, so it's not like we can order something." He began listing.

"AND because it's Christmas time." He adds, grinning widely. "Won't that be time-consuming though?" I point out. "Not at all." He shrugs. "20 minutes tops." He then adds, making me actually think about it. "Bake what though?" I then ask. "I was thinking cookies, but we don't have any icing for Christmas theme." He mumbles.

"But I do have a few cookie cutters, so I was thinking we could just go with the classic." He answers. "Gingerbread?" I guess. "Chocolate chip!" He corrects. "Hmm..." I think about it for about a minute, before finally giving in. "Sure. I'm in." I get down from the counter. "Perfect, I'll gather all the ingredients then." He smiles.

"I wanna be the taste-tester though-" I then say, too lazy to help him bake. "You can taste what you bake." He rolls his eyes at me, tossing over an apron to me, which I wore. He put on a matching one too, and a fake chef-hat that he stole from his cousin on Halloween when he was 8- His cousin won't stop whining about it till date!

"Alright, butter." He extends his hand, not looking away from the recipe, almost done with the dough. "Butter." I sigh, handing it over to him, already tired within the first 5 minutes of baking. "Eggs." He says, and I hand him some. "Eggs." I roll my eyes, walking back to my table, having some more chocolate chips, that had almost melted by now.

"Chocolate." He then calls. Shit- I quickly lick my fingers, not wanting him to find out, and grab the bowl, rushing over to him. "Chocolate!" He repeats impatiently, turning back to see what was taking so long, but the bowl had already been transferred in his hands. "Chocolate." I smile innocently.

"Y/N..." He whines, realizing what happened, adding the chocolate to the bowl and walking to me. "What?" I ask, playing dumb. "You're baking. Not eating." He sighs, grabbing a few paper towels, and cleaning my face a little. "How the hell did you manage to get some on your nose?" He then chuckles, wiping the tip of my nose.

"Besides, you should never touch food with your bare hands." He then lectures, scooping up the cookie dough and spreading it evenly on the sheet, using the cookie cutter to cut them into Christmas themed shapes, like stars, trees, snowmen, angels... "You never know where they've been." He then turns back, somehow knowing that I was licking my fingers.

I quickly put my hands behind my back, pretending as if nothing ever happened, but he just chuckles softly, walking up to me and cleaning my hands with the paper towel too. "You're so clumsy." He laughs to himself, walking back to the cookies, and placing the tray in the pre-heated oven, starting the baking procedure.

Since I couldn't take his dorkiness any longer, I just roll my eyes, and walk over to the bag of flour, scooping some in my hand before smacking him in the face with it. I burst out laughing when I saw him cough in the cloud of flower that had just formed around his head, his expression priceless. "Oh, it is ON!" He exclaims.

He walks to the bag of flour, and sprinkles some on my face too!

Nearly ten minutes had passed, and we were both coughing on the opposite sides of the kitchen, covered in flour from head to toe, the entire place a mess. "I come in peace..." Pablo then cautiously approaches me, his hands stuck up in the air as if he were surrendering to me right now.

Since we were both outta flour, I walk up to him, and we both burst out laughing, just looking at how ridiculous the other person looked. Before we could say or do anything else, the aroma of delicious cookies filled the room, and I could feel the water fill my mouth yet again, just at the thought of them.

Pablo chuckles softly at my excitement, and rushed to the oven, wearing his gloves and getting out the warm, fresh Christmas cookies that we both just baked tonight. "Careful, they're still warm." He warns me, placing them at the center of the table, looking around the kitchen, and realizing what a mess it was.

"Mi amor, are you sure you want that shirt?"

I couldn't help but smile at my excited, puppy-like boyfriend, who continued tossing all the outfits he liked at me so that he could go and try them all later. "Of course I'm gonna wear there, Y/N. They're exquisite." He tosses yet another black shirt at me. Bro's got like 12 of those already at home, so I don't really get the obsession.

"Sweetie, that's like the 4th black shirt you're buying today." I sigh, exhausted of being used as his personal assistant, who infact, was on a leave today as he missed his family. "Yeah but this one just feels... different." He mumbles, not wanting to keep it away. "You sure you don't wanna try any other shirt?" I raise my brow at him.

"Nope. I'm good." He smiles. "Woah, this one does look good though-" He then walks over to... Guess what?

ANOTHER BLACK SHIRT!

"You know what? How about I just leave all these shirts over here with, uh, Carlos here, and go do some of my own shopping?" I smile inching closer to a corner. "What are you- that's not a Carlos. That's a mannequin!" He points out, but I already dumped all those clothes by the mannequin's foot, and made a dash for the other section.

"Watch where you're going-" I bump into a random dude's chest, falling back and landing on my ass. "You bumped into me, miss..." The familiar deep voice scoffs. "Noah?" I look up, all my anger disappearing, replaced with astonishment and joy instead. "Holy shit- Y/N L/N, that you?" The man recognizes me too.

"I hope so." I chuckle softly, excited to run into my best friend after so long. "Yooo it really is you!" He chuckles, giving me a high-five, converting it to a hand shake then, just like we used to back in high school. "You look so different." He comments, smiling, looking at me up and down. "A lot more... content with life." He elaborates.

"Oh, trust me, I am." I nod. "You don't look too bad yourself." I smile, having so much to tell him, but not knowing where to start. "I'm so happy to see you!" He chuckles. "As am I!" I say, pulling him into a hug. "I just have so many questions." He pulls apart. "And I have so much to tell you!" I say. "But I just don't know where to begin." We both say in unison, making each other laugh.

We both spoke for a while, joked around, caught up on a lotta things, and even exchanged our numbers and shit, because we lost all means of communication after high-school. "So, what are you doing here, all alone at Versace?" He then asks, knowing that I wasn't exactly the sorts who cared about brands that much.

"Shopping with her boyfriend." A cold voice answers on my behalf. "Pablo Gavira, nice to meet you." He then smiles sweetly at Noah, offering him his hand, and giving it a firm shake. "That's me, by the way." He then elaborates, making me roll my eyes. Here we go again... "Pablito, what a pleasure to see you in yet another black shirt." I sigh.

Pablo just smiles at me, wrapping his arm across my shoulder, pulling me into him. He then places a soft, passionate, greedy kiss on my lips, ensuring that everyone here knew that he was mine, and I was his. I just roll my eyes, but kiss him back, keeping it short and sweet. "Oh, I'm sorry... Did I interrupt something?" He then asks innocently, looking at Noah.

"Oh, not at all. Y/N and I were just catching up." Noah smiles, hella amused at what just happened. "My boyfriend's probably waiting for me, so I gotta get going now..." He then checks his phone. "But hey, I'm still up for that Sunday brunch, L/N." He chuckles softly, walking past me, whispering the words. "You better get that dick, girl." Into my ear before walking away, smiling.

"I'm sorry, what brunch are you talking about?" Pablo asks, somewhat confused, mildly annoyed. "Also, did he just say 'boyfriend'?" He then asks, slowly connecting the dots and realizing what happened. I just burst out laughing at his stupidity. "Oh my god- No way..." He turns bright red out of embarrassment. "Yup." I just nod, still chuckling.

"He's not responding!"

The moment he fell to the ground, I saw my entire world crumble right before my eyes. It wasn't like any fall he, or anyone else here, ever had before. This one was brutal. "Y/N, what are you doing? We need you man!" Enrique, my co-worker shook me vigorously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he too realized the severity of the situation.

I instantly snapped myself back to reality, and ran to the middle of the field as fast as I could, pushing past the players who had assembled there, surrounding the whimpering boy who sobbed into the ground, not facing anyone, just clutching his leg that was twisted at an unnatural angle.

"EVERYONE OUTTA THE WAY!" Xavi yells, making more room for me as I kneeled down next to the struggling boy. "I need backup!" I shout, and within a few seconds, other medics joined me too, helping me place the boy on the stretcher. He groans in pain, his face covered with blood due to a nasty cut.

"Sh shh... It's okay, you're okay." I try comforting him as Enrique and Thomas lifted the stretcher up. "Pablo, stay with me." I say, running beside the two boys who rushed him to the locker room before calling an ambulance if required. "Y-Y/N..." He whimpers weakly. "We're almost there, bebé..." I assure him, trying to remain calm.

"M-my leg-" He whispers. "It'll be alright." I gulp, freaking out but not showing it. "I promise, everything's gonna be alright." I kick the doors open, and Enrique and Thomas take him to the medical room. "Quick, get the kit." I tell Thomas after helping them place Pablo on the bed. "Help me clean his wounds." Enrique commands, fetching the materials.

I just nod and comply, washing his bloody face gently, but firmly. Pablo hisses in pain, shaking uncontrollably due to the pain and the shock. What happened to him out there was nothing less than pure savagery. "I'm sorry, mi amor. It'll all be over soon." I assure. cleaning his cuts now. Enrique applies some ointments on them, and Pablo screams in pain.

"Hey hey hey, it's okay. Just relax. Breathe!" I panic at the way he reacted. This was bad. So very bad. I give Thomas and Enrique a look, and they instantly realize what it conveyed, and nodded, pinning Pablo down as I sterilized his wounds. By the time I was done treating his face, tears began streaming down my own.

I hated seeing him like this.

He didn't deserve it. None of it! He's too pure to suffer like this, and for what? Scoring a goal? How petty can someone be to just mindlessly attack him like that?! "Pablito, no matter what happens, you hold on now, okay?" I then hold his face gently, staring into his innocent, chocolate brown eyes welled with tears.

He just nods a minute later, calming down a little, trusting me wholly, and unquestioning my actions. I just run my hand through his hair, getting them outta his face, and place a soft his on his forehead to reassure him, before moving on to his twisted leg. One glance and I could tell that it was more than just twisted.

It was dislocated!

"Oh boy-" I wince at the knee, knowing exactly what I had to do. "Y/N? Don't fucking do it." Thomas realizes what was up. "Y/N no way, we're gonna have to call the ambulance now." Enrique backs him up. "We don't have time for that now..." I mumble, knowing exactly how to fix it, but not necessarily being good at it.

I took in a deep breath, and with a rough tug or two, I popped it back in place, earning an ear piercing scream from my suffering boyfriend, tears rolling down his now red face as he squirmed around helplessly. "Hold on!" I cry, spotting another dislocation in his ankle. A minor one this time though. I quickly slid off his shoe, and pinned both his thighs down.

Examining some more, I quickly rushed my hands over to the spot, and with another yank, popped that back in place too. Pablo screams some more, but not as much as before. "It's all good now." I then rush over to him, waving the other two boys off as they decided to leave us alone, and call the ambulance.

Pablo continues wiggling and squirming and crying and shouting, but I just sit down, on the bed, beside him. "Oh Y/N..." He sobs now, burying his face into my thigh, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I am so so sorry this happened to you mi amor..." I wipe my tears, kissing his cheek.

"You have no idea how much it hurts me to see you like this." I sniffle, running my hand through his dark brown, fluffy hair as he continues sobbing in my lap. "Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" I repeat, kissing his cheek again, checking my watch for the time, wondering when the ambulance is gonna reach. "Promise?" He sniffles, in a lotta pain.

"I swear, Y/N, I'm not the bad guy here..."

I just roll my eyes at my pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, storming into the kitchen and placing the groceries aggressively on the table. "You're not really the good guy here either, that's for sure." I scoff, not wanting to argue more than this, as I was honestly exhausted of our continual fights since this morning.

"Why does everyone keep blaming me for everything like it was all my fault, when it wasn't my fault?!" He runs his hands through his fluffy brown hair, clearly stressed out. "Well, they kinda did spot a video of you making out with a random cheerleader." I roll my eyes, washing the vegetables and sharpening the knife. For cooking, of course...

"Yeah but everyone thinks I was hooking up with her WHILE we were in a relationship, but that's not accurate!" He defends. "That was NOT what happened. No crossover whatsoever!" He rambles. "Mi amor, I know you are stressed, but a little bit of peace. That's all I need. PLEASE." I beg him, too upset to talk more.

Sure, he was right when he said that none of that happened WHILE we were in a relationship. But the fact that it happened only a few days before he asked me out was hardly comforting. Besides, did I mention the fact that he seemed to have been enjoying it a lot too?

Now as much as I believe this young man when he says that he was drunk when all that happened, and that he would never do anything like that again, especially since he was in a relationship with me now, I still couldn't help but question his words and intentions. And the cheating rumors surfing all over the internet did not make things any better.

"Yeah but everyone is making it sound like I was hooking up with her the entire I was WITH YOU, but I would never do that to someone I love!" He repeats for the 8th time today. "Now I really don't think that's an airtight defense, right there Pabs." I sigh, chopping some tomatoes. "It's the truth!" He snaps.

"Please don't tell me you actually believe those rumors-" He scoffs, looking disgusted with the world at this point. "Oh, Gavi you're driving me nuts!" I snap back, just wanting to be alone now to process everything that's been going on. "It's one thing to do whatever you did, and another to act all innocent, and deny it." I scoff.

"But I AM innocent!" He yells. "Look Pablo, everyone knows you made out with Carmalita, okay? There's no point in denying it." I massage my temples. "I'm not denying that, I'm just saying that it was BEFORE we started dating." He groans. "AND I was super SUPER drunk." He adds.

"Yeah, during game season when coach clearly instructed you NOT to drink." I roll my eyes. "That is not the fucking point Y/N, I just want to get it through your damn skull that I wasn't cheating on you!" He yells, losing it and banging his fists against the table, landing on my final nerve.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE GAVI!" I lose it. "I just wanna cook in peace, and stay alone for sometime until these fucking rumors pass, because the last thing I wanna deal with now is World Hate!" I yell. "Leave me alone for at least an hour." I spit. "One GODDAMN HOUR!" I stab the cutting board with my knife.

"FUCK-" I curse when I noticed that I accidently stabbed the side of my hand too. Rather badly actually, as there was blood EVERYWHERE now, as if it was my pad during my period after I sneezed. TMI, I know. But it's accurate. "Holy shit, Y/N..." Pablo notices this, and rushes over to me.

He quickly pulls out the knife, and takes my bloody hand into both of his, and gently leads me to the sink to wash off the wound. Obviously, the bleeding wouldn't stop, so he kept the water running, and rushed upstairs to get the first-aid kit. He then came back to me, and treated my injured hand.

Right from cleaning the wound, to applying medicines on it, he treated it well. A few minutes later, he was finally done, and wrapped it tightly in a bandage, and sealed it shut with a cute little Band-Aid that had a cute panda at the center. He then places a delicate kiss on my hand, and lets it go, wiping a couple of tears.

"Why are you crying? I'm the one who got hurt." I scoff, not all that pissed anymore as if felt as if all the bad blood had been let out. Literally. "I hate seeing you hurt." He sniffles. "Both physically, AND emotionally." He adds. "Just come here." I sigh, pulling him into a hug, patting his back a few times.

"I swear Y/N, I really didn't mean to hurt you." He frowns, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. "I know, I know... Don't worry." I wipe them with my thumb, holding his face. "I would never cheat on you, even if you were the last girl left on earth." He sniffles. "Yeah, cuz you technically can't." I chuckle.

"Unless...?" My eyes widen when I realize that he said 'girl' and not 'person'. Sus... Definitely gotta keep an eye out for Pedri now. As it is the two of them always had a better chemistry than Pablo and I ever will smh. "You know what I mean." He whines, realizing what he just said, and I just chuckle softly, kissing his forehead.

"I'm sorry too..." I then apologize for letting those rumors change my attitude towards him. "I shouldn't have let the media get to me." I sigh. "No no, you had every reason to." He sniffles. "No, mi amor. The fact that I let a bunch of internet trolls affect my faith in you just has a lot more to say about me." I sigh, feeling really guilty.

"Going public with you, or ever dating you in the first place came with a huge list of risks and conditions." I start. "And despite knowing them all, I agreed to this." I add. "Wanna know why?" I raise my brow at him. "Because you did so too." I look at him. "You and I, we took a leap of faith together. We're both in this mess TOGETHER." I smile.

"Leonor, could you please let me in?"

I just exchanged nervous glances with Sophia, was was waiting outside Leonor's room too, just to talk to her. Maybe I should just go... But that would only make things worse as it may come off as insensitivity. Fuck, why do I feel so guilty right now? Pablo's right, we've been dating before Leonor told me about her crush.

So why does it all feel so wrong at this point?

Gah, I'm a horrible friend. I should've told this to her earlier. I mean, she tells me everything about her life, so it's only fair if I would've done the same... But it's all too late now, and now I probably lost her for good. All because my overthinking ass was too coward to come clean to her. This is all my fault.

Right before I could leave, the door slowly opened, answered by a very puffed up Leonor. Her mascara had smudged, and her face was stained with tears. "Leonor... I am so so so sorry." I start. "It really isn't what it looked like." I sigh. "We were dating BEFORE you told me you liked him." I try to explain.

"Yeah, don't worry. I know that." She sniffles, letting Sophia and I into her room. "I'm just hurt you didn't trust me enough to tell me." She wipes her tears. "And because my crush isn't single." She adds honestly. "But I don't mind him being with you." She says. "Plenty of fish in the sea." She sighs.

"I'm sorry, it's not like I didn't trust you..." I mumble. "It's just, Pablo and I agreed to keep our relationship a secret from EVERYONE." I sigh. "But I tell you all of my secrets." She frowns. "I know... And it was very shitty of me to keep something like that away from the two of my bestest friends." I add.

"But like, no offense or anything, but your staff members are hella untrustworthy." I defend. "Especially the creepy laundry women." I add. "Yeah, that's true." She chuckles softly, knowing that it was always the laundry women who were behind all the secrets that had been leaked. Very easy to bribe, they were.

"But that's still no excuse for keeping something so important away from you." I sigh. "And I promise, it shall never happen again, if you ever decide to give me another chance." I add, very guilty. "It's just one boy, Y/N." Leonor rolls her eyes. "I'll get over it sooner or later." She sighs. "It's not like we'd work out anyway." She then adds.

"Why not?" I ask. "Because as much as my dear mother LOVES the Spanish football team, she'd never actually let me date a sportsman. She's a little old-school when it comes to that." She chuckles wryly. "Besides, if he were to actually date my sister, he'd have to give up on football to become the Prince of Spain eventually." Sophia shrugs.

"And no man ever gives up his true passion for another woman." She then adds. That's true. I've heard of it, and seen it too, multiple times. "Why else do you think Lewandowski hasn't asked me out yet?" She then scoffs, making Leonor and I chuckle a little. "Probably because he has a wife." I inform.

"Or because you're ugly." Leonor jokes. "I'm your identical twin-" Sophia reminds, making us all laugh again. "Wait a minute..." I then realize something. "How did you guys know where I was, or what was going on?" I ask. "Oh, Paula, the laundry woman was live streaming your whole interaction on Instagram." Leonor answers.

"That's how I knew that you weren't to be blamed completely for what happened today, because you never were aware of my feelings towards him." She adds. "What'd I tell you about them laundry women?!" I roll my eyes. "True. Pretty sure more than half of the world already knows what happened now." Sophia shrugs.

"¡Bienvenido a nuestro humilde casa!"

I was finally snapped outta the trance my boyfriend's enigmatic presence put me under. He looked so darn good in that suit, oh fuck... just when I thought he couldn't get any sexier than in his football jersey- "Uhm, you okay there, Y/N?" A very concerned Leonor questions. "You look kinda pale." She then adds.

"Y/N always looks half-dead." Sophia informs the rest of the squad. "You both need to stop quoting random statements from the Netflix series you can't stop watching..." The queen sighs, clearing her throat. "As much as I'd love to stay here for a chat, that desert table's really calling out to me." I quickly excuse myself, walking away.

Shit shit shit, what am I gonna do?

It's pretty clear that none of us can act normal, considering that Pablo couldn't stop staring at me, and I to him. Pedri, who probably already has some idea about the situation we were both put in, was now distracting everyone from the incident that just occured, changing the topic altogether.

"What was that all about?" The familiar husky voice belonging to my boyfriend questions me lowly, standing behind me now as I just stared at the cupcakes decorated in front of me. "Nothing... Just didn't expect to see you here." I answer, not turning back. "I could say the same." He mumbles, grabbing a cupcake.

"Congrats, by the way." I take a cupcake myself, walking away, followed by him. "You have no idea how proud of you I am." I smile softly, not looking at him yet as I'm still too nervous of being caught. "Sure doesn't look like it." He scoffs. "You can hardly look me in the eyes anymore." He adds.

"Hey, it's nothing like that, okay?" I grab his hand, stopping and facing him now. His face softens a little, and I immediately let go of his hand, looking around, clearing my throat. Crap... Sophia saw this. "You do realize that one of my bestest friends has a crush on you, right?" I then continue walking, brushing it off.

"And about millions of other girls and guys. So what?" He shrugs. "She doesn't know we're dating." I cough a little while saying that so that the staff dusting the windows couldn't hear us. "You've gotta be kidding me..." He groans, realizing what exactly was up with me now. "She can't know about this, Pablo." I sigh.

"No one can." I add. "Well... I mean, would it really be that bad to actually go public?" He suggests subtly. "We already spoke about this." I scoff. "Yeah, like 5 months ago." He reminds. "Things are different now. The rumors about me dating someone else are going to be a lot worse than the fake news they're gonna spread about us." He says.

"You do have a point there, I guess." I mumble, giving it a thought. "But Leonor can't know about this. Not yet at least." I sigh, looking around to see if anyone else was following us. When the coast appeared to be clear, I quickly dragged Pablo along with me into the library, knowing that no one would be in there at this time.

"Look, maybe I'm just overthinking as usual, but Leonor has a HUGE crush on you, and I'm sure you're already aware of that, just like the rest of the world." I start. "And there are chances of her asking you out tonight as well." I continue. "Then shouldn't you tell her I'm with you now itself?" He cuts me off.

"B-but she'll feel so betrayed!" I defend. "I, her best friend, literally went behind her back to date her very crush, and then not tell her about it, keeping it a secret from the rest of the world too?" I sum things up. "You do realize how much of a bitch that makes me sound like, right?" I raise my brow at him.

"Look, at the end of the day, it's your decision to make, mi amor, but I still think it's better if she hears this from you." He says, "You're right..." I sigh a minute later, thinking about it. "It's just... I really don't wanna lose our friendship." I mumble to myself. "When I asked you out... Did you know that she liked me?" He asks me.

"I mean, I did hear the rumors... I just didn't think they were real until she told it to me herself." I answer. "But she didn't tell it to me until a month ago." I then add. "And we've been together for more than that." Pablo shrugs. "Besides, you can't really control my feelings for you." He looks at my lips.

"I really don't want to hide you from the rest of the world anymore, mi vida." He whispers. "I want every single person out there to know how very important you are to me." He inches closer, slowly pinning me to the bookshelf behind. "I'm tired of hiding from the paparazzi too..." I admit, looking at his soft, rosy lips. "Then don't." He simply says.

"Let's go public, and get it over with." He shrugs. "Of course, only if you're okay with it though." He stops, only a few centimeters away from my lips, his warm, minty breath hitting my face, making it impossible to resist the urge of smashing my mouth against his, tasting those delicious lips. I just nod slowly, about to say something, but we were both cut off by the familiar cry belonging to...

"Pablo fucking Gavi?!"

I cough a little, choking on my saliva the moment Queen Letizia made her announcement. Sophia, the infanta of Spain quickly elbowed me in the gut. "I-I mean... Uh, Pablo Gavi? Your highness..." I quickly bow to her, apology lacing my tone for the disrespectful, foul language I just used.

"If this were the 80s, I'd have had you beheaded." Leonor, my friend glares at me. "Relax, she's just kidding." Sophia simply chuckles at my expression. "Besides, she doesn't even have the power to do so yet anyway." She adds. "And also, we don't really behead teenagers for cursing every once in a while." Their mother sighs.

"And with you gone, who'd even design such killer outfits for us all?!" Leonor chuckles. Yep, that's actually how I met her and her family. Rather silly actually, but that one meeting changed my entire life. I moved here all the way from Y/O/P in order to pursue fashion designing. And kinda started out in Seville in a small boutique.

Cornered by the press, Leonor and her sister, Sophia, barged into my shops outta all the dozens of shops around it, all because it was completely empty. While hiding, they couldn't help but notice all the kinda of clothes, and the designs I drew in my book, and instantly fell in love.

A week later, the royal family of Spain helped me establish my business, and now, believe it or not, I was the private fashion designer of the royalty. In fact, my designs were so popular amongst the royals from all over the world, that I was even offered millions of pounds to move to England.

But I turned down because my life had already been set here. I had the bestest of friends around, the most amazing boyfriend I could ask for, and business was booming! Sure, I missed home a lot too, but I do visit my family during vacations. The only problem now was my relationship status with my boyfriend.

Being extremely private people, who absolutely hated being bombarded by the paparazzi, and crazy fans all the time, we mutually agreed to keep our relationship a secret to prevent further drama. A very wise decision there, no doubt... But unlike the members of FC Barcelona, I just couldn't let my friends find out about this.

Not because I don't trust them or anything... It's just, if they know, their staff knows. And most of the times, it's the staff members through which all the rumors start. Especially if they're bribed by the media to leak out certain, harmless little secrets. It's kinda how we know that Leonor has a crush on Gavi.

Oh yeah, that's another problem too.

I can't let her find out about this... She'd be so hurt! Not only because I, Y/N L/N, her best fucking friend, was dating her crush, but also because I never told her about this in the past. Yep, I'm so screwed. Getting beheaded really doesn't sound that bad anymore to be honest. I might as well just take upon that offer right now.

"Y/N!" I was snapped back to reality by Sophia waving her hand in front of my face. "You zoned out again, didn't you?" She sighs. "Sorry..." I mumble. "That's okay. Madre only told us that the entire Spanish football team is coming over for a celebratory dinner tonight to celebrate their qualifications for the upcoming world cup (2026)." Leonor informs.

"Oh, they made it?" I grin, excited for Pablo. "Yeah, we were notified this morning." She nods. "I am so proud of señor Gavi!" She then beams. "Oh great, here we go again." Her sister rolls her eyes, leaving the room, tired of Leonor's massive crush on him. "You know, I've heard he's still not seeing anyone." Leonor turns to me.

"Maybe he's just waiting for a certain princess to ask him out." She smirks, doing a little curtsey, making me laugh. She wasn't wrong there. He does like going out a lot. Just with a different kind of princess. "Ooo! Help me pick out a dress of two, will ya, Y/N?" She then requests. "Course..." I mumble, following her to her dressing room.

"Are you sure you don't wanna wear one of my dresses that you designed for me?" Leonor asks one last time as we were on our way downstairs to greet the team that had just arrived. "Of course. The spotlight's supposed to be on you anyway." I shrug. "Not like I'd be able to carry the dresses as well as any of you can anyway." I add.

Once we reached downstairs, we were received by the proud, grinning faces of all the footballers that made it here. I smile politely at them all, but of course none of them noticed me. None of them except Pedri and Ansu, who were both good friends of mine. But obviously, the first person I noticed there happened to be staring right back at me, clearly as surprised to see me, as I was to see him.

"I hope you're ready to play with me, mi cariño..."

I just squint a little, blocking the sunlight falling on my face with my hands. The cute little grin on my boyfriend's innocent face, and the excitement his voice was laced with, only made it harder for me to say no, and go home for the simple reason that I was too lazy to learn football today. Especially from him.

Gosh, how does he always manage to convince me with those adorable puppy eyes of his? "At least this jersey looks good." I sigh to myself, looking down, trying to brush off my lethargy. "You look good in everything." He shrugs, placing the ball down. "And nothing." He winks, and I just roll my eyes at this cheesy goofball.

Although, I have to admit, no matter how many times I've seen him in his uniform, both on T.V and in person, he never fails to get me drooling. Everything about him was just so perfect. His dark, fluffy hair blowing in the breeze, his chocolate brown eyes filled with purity and mischief, and his soft, blooming skin being hit by the sunlight in all the right places...

Even the way he held his football made me wish that he was holding me like that instead. But then I saw his impatient face, making me roll my eyes and snap outta the trance I was put under by his then-charming face. Now he looks like an annoying kid ready to throw a fit any moment because his mother denied taking him to McDonald's.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" I ask him, walking closer. "I already told you last night. It's just you and me." He sighs. "You always said you wanted to learn how to play anyway." He then reminds. "Didn't think you'd take it that seriously." I murmur to myself. "What was that?" He questions. "Nothing." I reply.

"So you booked this entire place just for the two of us?" I then ask, smiling and looking around, somewhat flattered. "Of course not-" He scoffs. "I borrowed one of the spare keys from coach last practice." He adds. "Borrowed." I raise my brows at him. "Sounds a lot like stealing to me, not gonna lie." I chuckle wryly.

"Depends how you'd describe stealing." He bites his lips nervously. "The action or offence of taking another person's property without permission or legal right and without intending to return it." I answer, copying that definition straight outta google. Don't even know why I learned it, to be honest.

"Oh, uh... hehe." He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "So not only did you steal something, but you're also technically trespassing?" I realize. "Oh, whatever, you've done much worse." He rolls his eyes. "Oh yeah? Like what?" I raise my brow at him. "I don't know... stalking?" He holds in a laugh.

"SHHH- I was drunk when I said that." I roll my eyes, referring to the time when drunk-me exposed myself by telling Pablo that I used to stalk him on social media when I was younger. "A drunk heart never lies." He chuckles, not minding it. "So are you gonna teach me or not?" I scoff, changing the topic.

"Oh yeah, of course..." He says, walking away and towards the goal. "Let's start with some basic passes, yeah?" He places the ball down in front of me, and then walking to the other side. "I know how to kick, Pablo. I used to play soccer in school a lot." I roll my eyes, kicking the ball over to him.

"The fact that you just called it that just proves that you got everything wrong." He scoffs, offended, kicking it back to me. "Same diff." I shrug, kicking it back to him, but harder. "Powerful kick." He compliments, running behind the ball to get it. "You're aim's still a little off though." He remarks. "Or a LOT off." He sighs, kicking it back to me.

It was going above me, but since I saw Pablo do it multiple times in the past, I figured it wouldn't be too hard to stop it with my head, and jumped up. Good news: I stopped it. Bad news: The blow probably flattened my face like a tortilla now. I landed on the ground with the thud, my vision extremely blurry as the world seemed to be spinning around.

"¡Ay, caramba!" I hear Pablo exclaim. "I am so so so sorry, mi amor." He rushes by my side, examining my tortilla face. "I'm used to playing with bigger guys- I totally forgot how delicate you were." He sighs, kissing my throbbing forehead. My vision began clearing up a little, but my head was still spinning.

Since I wasn't a fan of having my face flattened right that, and being called delicate, I quickly sat up, shooting him a glare. "Uh oh..." He gulps, realizing what was up, and began inching away from me slowly. "You get back here!" I snarl, chasing him now, but he was too fast, and my stamina was horrible. At least compared to his.

We ran around for about 5 minutes, and I tried throwing the football on him numerous times while doing so too, in order to avenge my face, but unfortunately, he dodged them all. "I'm sorry!" He yells again when I threw the ball at him, but it missed again, making him laugh. Was he seriously enjoying this?!

I finally stopped in the middle of the field, panting heavily, drenched in my own sweat. That was some workout... Pablo cautiously approached me, sweating too, but still fresh from the run, not even a little tired. Before any of us could say anything, we heard a whistle blow from the other end of the field.

When we both looked in that direction, we saw a bunch of security guards dressed in all black and some badass shades make their way towards us. They yelled something to us in Spanish, but we couldn't really tell what, as it was pretty indistinctive. "Oh shit..." I curse under my breath, knowing we were in trouble.

"This way!" I grab Pablo's wrist, taking off in the opposite direction. We made it to the end, and turned back and ran in another direction as there was nowhere to go. Dodging and tacking a couple of guards, we finally made it to the exit, but that's when Pablo turned back and ran towards the center of the field.

"The fuck are you doing?!" I yell at him, worried that the slow, exhausted guards might catch up. "I can't leave Señor Romero behind!" He answers, quickly getting his football, and running back to me. "You never carry me so preciously." I roll my eyes at him once he caught up, locking the guards in.

"You're seriously jealous of my football now?" He raises his brows, chuckling as we both sweetly waved to the screaming guards who cursed at us both, tired of Gavi's mischief, as yes, this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. Only difference is that he usually did it with Pedri.

"You knew?"

I couldn't stop feeling so stupid and needy for being unable to control my emotions. It isn't the first time I've gotten jealous over some pointless incident. It actually happens rather frequently, especially with the cheerleaders and stuff. The only thing different about today is that it's the first time he got to know.

Usually I'm just so good at disguising it all...

"Of course I did-" He scoffs. "I've known it since before we started dating too." He adds. "They've been shipping me and Princess Leonor ever since I first joined Barca." He informs. "Then why's it...?" I mumble, wondering why I got to know only today, if this shit has been going on for like, ages now.

"Oh. they always start it all over again after every single win of ours." He rolls his eyes. "La Liga, UEFA..." He began listing. "You name it, they've got it." He scoffs. I just remain silent, staring off into space, "Hey, look at me." He then says, noticing that I was sulking. "You're the only princess that matters to me." He smiles.

"Don't you ever let anyone make you doubt yourself again." He kisses my nose. "Especially a bunch of idiots who clearly make a lotta profit outta other people's problems." He rolls his eyes, referring to the paparazzi. "None of them know you yet, so it's but obvious that they're unable to see how truly incredible you are." He adds.

"I'm not-" I sigh, massaging my temples. "Oh stop that." He cuts me off. "I think I can tell what's best for me myself, thanks." He scoffs. "Come here." He then opens his arms wide, and pulls me into his warm, comforting embrace. "Now you really need to get a good night's sleep. Clearly you've had a really rough night." He rubs circles on my back.

"But you're so comfy..." I mumble into his chest, inhaling his cologne. He just chuckles, kissing my forehead. Like seriously though. I fit in so perfectly into his arms, as if I was the only missing piece in a puzzle which eventually found it's place. It's as if I belonged here, into his arms. "Buenos noches, mi amor." Pablo pulls away, kissing my cheek.

"Why do you like me?" I ask him bluntly, in desperate need of some self-assurance. "Love." He corrects. "Right..." I mumble. "Hard to point out just one thing." He says after thinking about it for a few seconds. "There's literally nothing not to love." He shrugs. "What would I do without you." I pout, hugging him again.

"Probably bless another person with your amazing presence, but I'm happy to conclude that my luck was better." He chuckles. "You smell like beer." I complain, pulling away from his protective embrace. "And you smell like soap and vomit." He complains back, and we both just stare at each other. "I love soap." He then grins.

As much as I wanted to make out with him due to how much his cuteness turned me on, I had zero energy left, so I just collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I hear Pablo walk around a little before joining me, dressed in something more comfortable, and gets under covers, pulling me in along.

He pulled my body into his, eliminating any form of space between us, and hugged me tight, holding me close to his chiseled chest. He showers me with soft kisses all over my face, chasing away every last bit of insecurity and jealousy I had left in me. He was about to say something, but his phone buzzed.

"What is it?" I ask Pablo, curious to know what all this was about. "Welp, let's just say the media won't be shipping me with the princess anymore, because now they're too keen on finding out who the mysterious dancing girl from the bar was." He answers before bursting out laughing.

"Let go of me!"

I kept wiggling in an attempt to escape from my boyfriend's clutches, but he wouldn't let go, walking effortlessly with my swung over his shoulder, as if I weighed nothing at all. "Pablo stooooop!" I whine, sobbing now, having no control over my emotions whatsoever. I've never been so overwhelmed before.

"Alright, what's the matter with you?" He finally asks, placing my down, and helping me into his car. "You're an asshole!" I wipe my tears, narrowing my eyes at him as he starts the car after leaning over me and putting on my seatbelt. Seeing his arm in front of me, I couldn't help but bend over a little, touching it with my chest.

"I- Jesus..." He sighs, pulling his hand away after his job was done, blushing furiously. What a decent dude... BORING! "How much have you had to drink?" He then asks, taking a turn to the right. "Lost count." I answer, giggling at his puzzled expression. "You're so cute!" I compliment. "Just like a boiled potato." I add, making his smile disappear.

"Is this what passive aggression is like?" He sighs, speeding up a little. "Wow, just take the damn compliment, Gavi." I roll my eyes. "Since when is being called a boiled potato a compliment?!" He asks, making me laugh some more. "More like an insult for the boiled potato." I roll my eyes, pulling out a potato from my purse.

"What do you have a potato in your purse for?!" He questions, bursting out laughing. "Are you mocking me?" I shoot him a glare, and he just gulps. "Uh, no ma'am." He continues driving, somewhat worried. "It's mami." I correct him, and he just chokes on his saliva, coughing a little.

"I'm having your share of ice-cream until you get better." I tell him. "What? No!" He protests. "I'm fine! It's just, you wouldn't stop acting so damn cheeky!" He defends. "Stop gaslighting me." I pout, my heart sinking. "I'm not-" He sighs. "We've reached... Just, stay there, I'll get you." He sighs, pulling over by his mansion.

I roll my eyes at him, pissed off once again, and remove my seatbelt, getting outta the car. "Why don't you ever listen?" Pablo sighs, getting outta the car himself. "You're not my dad." I answer randomly. "Don't know where that came from, but we both know that you wouldn't listen to your dad either." He scoffs coming over to me.

"Harry Styles is my daddy." I say flatly, walking away and into the house. "That wasn't what you said last night-" Pablo smirks, and I could feel the heat rush up to my cheeks now. "You're cute when you blush." He kisses my cheek, chuckling and walking to his room. "Correction: I'm always cute." I roll my eyes, going to his bathroom to change.

Right before I could strip, the last shot just hit me, and it all came out. I was now violently puking my guts out, feeling like shit. "There there, mi cariño, just let it all out..." I hear my boyfriend sigh, holding my hair back and outta my face. "This is bullshit." I groan, throwing up some more. "I know it is..." He starts.

"Pretty sure people already told you to not drink so much." He adds. "Bullshit." I repeat, vomiting some more. "No, that's not bullshit, Y/N." He sighs. "You're bullshit." I cough. "You're bullshit." I slur a little, looking into his lost brown eyes. "You're pretending as if everything okay, and that you're happy with me, when you're not happy with me." I ramble.

"You're not making any sense right now." He shakes his head, getting me cleaned up. "You pretending to be happy with someone like me is bullshit." I start once again after getting changed into his hoodie that he laid out for me, ditching the short as my underwear looked a lot cuter with the little hearts on them. "What are you talking about, Y/N?" He sighs.

"You deserve better than me." I then frown, all those articles flashing before my eyes. "But now you're stuck with me, and it's too late." I sigh. "I'm way too stupid and selfish to let you go now." Tears well my eyes and I really didn't want to lose this man, but my overthinking ass convinced me that it was for the better.

"Can you please stop talking about yourself like that?" Pablo snaps, mildly annoyed. "What on earth would I wanna leave someone like you for?" He then scoffs. "I don't know... The princess maybe?" I mumble bitterly. "The princess?" His eyes widen.

"Mi vida, who is making you feel like that?" He asks, concerned. "Everyone." I scoff, tears brimming my eyes once again. "Oh..." He finally seemed to have realized what I was talking about, as if he already knew that.

"¡Salud!"

We all clash our drinks against each other's, celebrating Barcelona's victory in La Liga. We were all currently at our favorite bar, ready to have a good time, and cherish the occasion. The entire team, along with their partners were here, and Pablo brought me along as well to this huge gathering.

"Alright, we'll see you boys later, okay?" Carmen, chuckles, her drink in one hand as she dragged me along with the other girls to the dance floor. Since I was already pretty tired after all that screaming and shouting I did earlier to show my support for Pablo, I really wasn't feeling it. But Jenna insisted I'd stay, so I did join them for a bit.

After about 15 minutes of dancing my ass off, I decided to get everyone a refill, and went to the counter to order some more drinks. "Hola señorita!" The bartender greets. "What can I get for you today?" He asks. I told him what everyone was getting, and he asked me to wait for sometime which he was making it.

Since my phone wouldn't stop buzzing ever since we got here, I decided to finally check what all the fuss was about, while waiting for my drink. The moment I opened my phone, articles and posts of Gavi and Princess Leonor flooded my phone.

We hadn't exactly gone public yet due to privacy and safety concerns, so obviously people were free to assume anything about my man's love life... But for some reason, I couldn't help but overthink it all. The way the fans shipped the two, the way the Princess spoke about him... Even the deepfake image of the two kissing-

It all made me question literally everything in life at this point. I mean, Pablo really would be better off with someone like her... She's a fucking princess after all! And she seems really nice too. I could never match up to all that. "Here you go with your drinks, señorita." The bartender then snaps me outta my thoughts.

"Is everything okay?" He then asks, noticing my watery eyes. "Mhm..." I nod, brushing it off. "Think you could double all this?" I then request, staring at all the drinks in front of me, 5 glasses in number. "Of course... You look like you need it." He comments, going to get the ingredients. I just roll my eyes at my phone, and chug down on all the drinks on front of me.

~12 minutes later...

"WOO! Suck it bitchessss!" I cheer, dancing on the counter top, the group of people around me cheering me on. "Y/N? What the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Maria, my best friend, and Pedri's girlfriend scolds. "Hey guyssss!" I greet. "Come on up!" I encourage. "Oh my god, how much has she had to drink?!" Carmen asks.

"I lost count after making 12 drinks just for her." The bartender, Joaquin, sighs. "Snitch." I roll my eyes at him. "Oh, so THAT'S where our drinks went." Jenna realizes. "Next round's on her!" I announce, pointing at the old lady sulking in the corner. "B-but I have no money!" She protests, but everyone was already hooting by then.

"Y/N?" Ansu joins in, surprised to see me. "What is she doing there?" He asks. "She's wasted." I hear someone sigh. "Ay c'mon people. She's just happy for her boyfriend's victory." Pedri comments, sipping on some margarita. "Let her have fun." He chuckles. "You don't get it, mi amor... That is Y/N we're talking about." Maria sighs.

"Yeah... Any second now, and she'll be--" Someone else says, but I blocked them out, feeling my blood boil at the thought of all those rumors going on about my boyfriend. "FUCK YOU!" I yell on top of my lungs, as if talking to the creators of those posts. "AND YOUR MOTHER!" I scream, pointing to a random man. "AND YOUR MOTHER TOO!" I point at someone else now.

"MEDIC! We need a medic!"

I couldn't breathe anymore... It felt as if I just witnessed my entire world collapse right before my very eyes. My vision became blurry and I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. All I wanted to do now was run to him, and pull him into a warm embrace, but my body won't move... What do I do?!

~3 hours later...

"I'm sure he'll be alright, Y/N..." Aurora comforts, trying to disguise her anxiety as well as I paced around. "Yes... Pablito is a strong man. He'll pull through." Pedri assures, pretty tense himself. "That's not what my fear is, Pedri." I sigh, stopping for a minute. "What if his injury is permanent?" I ask aloud what everyone else's fear was.

"Are you Señor Gavira's family?" A doctor soon approaches us with a register in hand. "Si, I am his mother..." Anasi, who was praying in a corner, stands up. "I'm his sister." Aurora informs. "How is he?" I then asks nervously, biting the inside of my cheek. "He took a hard hit to the head that knocked him unconscious." He starts.

"A very common injury seen in sportsmen." He adds. "Is he going to be okay?" Pedri asks. "Si, but it is not the head injury that worries us..." The doctor rubs the back of his neck. "During the full body check-up, one of our nurses noticed that he has cracked rib, and his ankle is sprained pretty bad." He sighs.

"I'm gonna kill those Arsenal Arseholes." I snarl under my breath. "Ay calmate, sirena." Pedri sighs, holding my already balled up fists. "When can we see him?" He questions the doc after calming me down. "The surgery already has been performed, and it was a success..." Doc says.

"But he hasn't yet woken up, and probably won't any time soon due to the anesthesia." He finishes. "Can I see him?" I request. "I'm afraid not, señorita." He frowns. "Only family is allowed, and we need to monitor him closely." He justifies. "We need to run a few more tests to make sure there is no brain injury, too!" He adds.

"She is family." Anasi insists. "We need you there with us, Y/N." Aurora smiles sadly. "I'll just wait out here then..." Pedri sighs, getting his phone out to update the team. "Keep me informed." He then tells me, and I just nod in reply as we all enter the room to see Pablo. My heart sank when I saw him like that.

So lifeless... Unconscious on the bed, the saline stand next to him, doing whatever it's purpose was. His face was bruised, and had small cuts too, that had recently been cleaned. His leg was lifted, and his ankle wrapped. He appeared to be in so much pain, yet his pounded face seemed so well-rested.

Oh Pablito... If only I could take your pain away.

"Ay mi hijo..." Anasi frowns at her son's condition, clearly in a lot of pain. "I can't bear to see him like this." She turns around, burying her head into her daughter's shoulder, tears streaming down her face. Aurora just stared blankly at her brother, comfortingly rubbing circles on sobbing mother's back.

As for me? Watching my guy suffer so much, lying helplessly on the bed... It scares me! Sure, the doc did assure us that he'd be fine. But he can't be hurt. It's not fair- He just can't. He didn't do anything to deserve it! Someone as pure and innocent... How can someone-anyone do this to him?

I just hope he knows I'm here for him. I'll always be.

~7 hours later...

"How long has she been here for?" I stir in my sleep, wiggling uncomfortably in my chair as I hear someone talk. "All night." A woman answers. "All night? Like that?!" The familiar voice from earlier questions. "We offered her an empty room with a comfortable bed... But she refused to leave without you." The same woman sighs.

Since my sleep was already ruined thanks to my aching body, and these two, extremely loud people, I reluctantly opened my eyes stretching a little. "Buenos días, mi amor..." I was greeted by the familiar morning voice of Pablo. "You're alive!" I exclaim, jumping outta the chair, and rushing over to him to hug him.

"Ow ow ow- calma, mi bonita!" Pablo chuckles and flinches as I smother him with kisses all over his face. "Don't you ever do that again!" I then scold, my face buried in the crook of his neck, hugging him. His one arm was already wrapped around me, rubbing my back as he lay on his bed.

"Do what? Get hurt?" He guesses. "Scare me like that." I whisper, not pulling away. "Aww... Come here, you." He speaks gently, and without a warning, he effortlessly pulls my body into his with the arm that was wrapped around me. He placed me right next to him, draping the blanket over us both, and kissing my cheek.

I swung my arm around his shoulder, and leg across his as I rested my head on his shoulder, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. "You have no idea how terrified I was." I whisper. "You have no idea how oddly happy hearing that just made me." He grins back, kissing my forehead. "I hate you." I roll my eyes at him.