ghostwriter {joão felix}

seven

stef pov

i felt a light tap on my shoulder and decided to ignore it since i was in a deep sleep. the tapping intensified, so i finally forced my eyes open with an annoyed moan. joão was sitting in front of of me with a smile on his handsome face.

"we're in qatar." damn i really slept through that whole flight.

i finally got off of the comfy seat and grabbed my bag from the carry-on storage and waited to leave the plane. i felt myself falling asleep again and picked my head up quickly when joão said,

"how are you still tired?" 

"i don't know." i replied with an exhausted groan. i had to rest my head on his chest again before i fell over. he hooked his around my neck while we waited for everyone ahead of us to exit the plane. i felt okay, until i remembered rafael was behind us. it was so awkward because i know and basically everyone knows he is interested in me. i hope the reason why he wants to talk to me is not about that because i truly do not know what to say. 

we finally got to get off the plane and walked back into the airport. we had to wait for the team bus to pick us up from the airport, so joão went to the bathroom. as i sat on my phone scrolling, i felt someone sit next to me. i picked my head up and mentally cursed as rafael sat next to me with a smile and said awkwardly.

"hey stef, how are you." 

"hi, i'm good..and you?"

"good, just tired."

"yeah.." i chuckled, "me too."

"did you ever get the note?" fuck. i felt too bad to tell him that not only was i not interested, but joão quite literally crumbled up the paper and tossed it somewhere on the highway back in portugal. the only thing my mind could think of doing was pretending like i never saw it fly out of joão's car window.

"what note?" i asked with fake confusion. i was so nervous i didn't even notice the guys leaving.

"i left you a note, maybe i slipped it in the wrong bag." 

"oh.."

"anyway, i have been trying to talk to you for a bit now-" out of nowhere from behind me i felt someone pick me up bridal style and i gasped. i looked to see joão's face with a big smile, laughing. 

"what are you doing?" i yelled while laughing. 

"the bus is here, we need to get the best seats." he laughed while he ran to catch up with the rest of the guys. i looked back slightly to see rafael trailing behind us, with a defeated look on his face. i whispered in joão's ear,

"that was a dramatic way to stop the conversation." he whispered back,

"he isn't getting the hint, what else do i do." i laughed while still being held by him as we reached the bus. he changed the way he was picking me up, this time my legs were wrapped around his waist.