Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Nueve

          "Happy birthday, Farah!"

Farah covered her face with her arm as Rebecca functioned as a human alarm clock this morning. It took only seconds before her body flopped down on Farah, causing the bed to squeak in protest. Farah removed her arm, looking right into Rebecca's blue eyes. "Bestie, it's your birthday," Rebecca said. "And I'm so happy we can celebrate it here." Her arms enveloped Farah, and it caused her to laugh. Farah embraced her friend as well. "Come on, we have a surprise for you downstairs," Rebecca said, getting up from the bed and pulling the sheets off Farah's body, making her whine. "Everyone's waiting for you!" Rebecca chirped, walking to the door. "Pierre also," she grinned over her shoulder, and Farah rolled her eyes. She sighed, a smile curling her lips nevertheless, and she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Farah didn't worry about her outfit, which existed of a pair of running shorts and an oversized tee. She pushed her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers and made her way downstairs.

Farah reached the last step of the stairs and looked around the corner, into the kitchen. "Happy birthday to you!" Sean started singing when he saw her, and all of them joined in. Farah awkwardly stood in front of the chair assigned to her, looking at them while they were singing. "Ahw, Farah," Sean laughed, standing up and hugging her tightly. "We didn't do anything wrong, right?" Stoffel asked, who embraced her next. "Oh, no. It's just that it's your holiday and now this day is about my unimportant birthday!" Farah laughed. "Look, it's your day now. We're going to make it your greatest. You turned twenty-one, after all!" Rebecca said. Pierre approached her, a smile on his face as his arms wrapped around her, his hands encircling her waist. "Happy birthday, Farah," he muttered in her ear, kissing both her cheeks, slowly. "Thank you, guys," Farah said when parting from Pierre, his hand lingering on her waist for a couple of seconds more.

He shoved a chair back at the table, and she sat down next to him. "We were surprised you didn't wake up when we started to prepare breakfast," Stoffel laughed while reaching for the bread buns. "He dropped a plate even," Pierre added, grinning at the Belgian. "I haven't heard anything, so, well done," Farah chuckled, getting some scrambled eggs. "We're going to tennis today, by the way," Tom spoke up. "And tonight we're going to party, of course," Rebecca added. "I agree with that," Farah replied, nodding before she moved her fork to her mouth. "And the afternoon we can spend in the pool," Sean filled in. Right, their apartment had a pool. But as they were located close to the beach, they have barely made any use of the pool yet. However, today would be a good occupation. They took their time with Farah's breakfast dinner, and while she didn't really want to stand in the spotlight, or this day to be dedicated to her, she was still very touched that everyone was so enthusiastic. Besides Rebecca, she knew the guys just since the start of their holidays in Ibiza.

An hour later, they cleared the table and filled the dishwasher with their cups and plates. "Let's see how well you do with tennis, Ms. Sporty," Pierre grinned, nudging her elbow. "You'd be surprised," Farah said, pushing his chest with her palm as a playful response. His grin widened only more, and she chuckled at him over her shoulder when she went to get dressed. Farah looked very much forward to the party tonight. It's her twenty-first birthday, and she didn't plan on holding back tonight.

          Farah didn't like tennis a lot, but it had been a great two hours of exercising, which meant two mojitos extra tonight. And she could look at Pierre, sweaty and with his cap on backward, playing in the field. With that kept in mind, she sipped on her water bottle while laying back in the loungers at the swimming pool of the apartment. Rebecca was in the water on one of the floating beds, but Farah wanted to lay in the sun for a little while longer. She believed the guys were in the kitchen to get their plates of tapas and drinks done. Farah had been in the water just yet, so the sun was nicely drying her body and her bikini. It was even warmer than yesterday, and while the heat could be too much sometimes, she enjoyed it a lot when they could easily sit at the pool. "Madame, your drink and some appetizers." Farah lifted her sunglasses to her forehead, seeing Pierre standing over her. "Oh, aren't you spoiling me," Farah let out a soft laugh, sitting up and placing her sunglasses on the lounger next to her legs. "The specialty for the birthday girl," Pierre smiled, sitting down on the lounger next to hers.