Pressure | Pablo Gavi

7

Blair woke up to an empty cold bed, the cover had been placed over her. Gavi was nowhere to be seen, his side of the bed empty. His pillows looked as if they'd been fluffed, but that was about it. The curtains were still closed, not letting any of the natural sunlight in.

She lent over to the bedside table, in an attempt to look for her phone. However, in doing so she found a cup of orange juice and a note. The orange juice was still cold, and refreshing to drink as soon as she'd woke up, a blessing. The note on the side read:

'Morning beautiful, I'm at training until 12:30 make yourself some breakfast and make yourself feel at home. Please don't leave before I get back, would love to see you before you leave.'

His handwriting was easily read and well written. Gavi calling her beautiful, even over a small written note, gave her butterflies, another perfect start to the morning.

When Blair had woken up it was 11, meaning in theory with the lay-in she had, she didn't have long to wait until Gavi got home. She found a reusable carrier bag in one of his drawers in the kitchen, she placed her clothes from the day before in there so that she could take them home with her. She used the same toothbrush as the night before to brush her teeth.

The kitchen was still a mess from when they cooked, neither of them decided to clean it after they cooked it. Therefore, Blair decided she'd be kind and clean the entire kitchen, making it look just as good as it did when she arrived. After she cleaned the kitchen and found out how to play music on his Alexa, she decided to clean his bedroom as well, making the bed, picking up a couple of his clothes he had left on the floor in the morning, as well as that she opened the curtains. Other than that his place was pretty much spotless, Gavi wasn't much of a mess maker, and if he did make mess it was pretty apparent that he would clean it up.

By the time she had finished everything, she still had a good half an hour until Gavi got back, or so she thought.

Blair sat on his sofa, sitting on her phone scrolling through Instagram. With no noise, no doors closing, no footsteps, Gavi snuck up behind her. "Afternoon." He said over her shoulder. Blair pretty much jumped out of her skin, having to regain her breathing pattern again. "Thank you for staying for when I got back." He said with a smile on his face, he was still in his training kit, his hair wet, meaning he most likely had a shower at training before he came back.

"Thank you for scaring me." Blair laughed, adjusting her seating position on his sofa so that she could see him when he sat down. "How was training?" She continued, watching him sit next to her.

"It was okay, tiring as always though." He said throwing his arm over the back of the sofa and placing his hand on her shoulder.

"How has your morning been?" He asked, getting cozy as he sat.

"It was okayI i tidied up the kitchen." She said, looking over to where all the mess was hours before.

"Thank you so much, I would have done it earlier but I left late, I didn't want to leave you this morning, never have I ever slept that good." He admitted, watching as Blair grew a small smile in the corner of her lips.

"Can I kiss you?" Gavi asked, his eyes staring deeply into hers, giving her a look of longing, a look of desire, and almost a look of love all in one. Gavi didn't know much about his feels, he'd never felt how he did at that moment. He knew he was young, and he was always told by his parents and his friends that falling in love young was a disaster. But in this one moment, he didn't want to listen to anything he'd been told by anyone. He knew what he wanted.

Blair bit her lip, wondering if it really was a good idea. She nodded her head and moved slightly closer to him. Their lips colliding as they had done so many times the night before, this time it felt different, there was no influence of alcohol.

The kiss felt passionate, and truly something that wasn't forced.

"I've got to go." Blair said quickly, breaking the kiss without having one more glance into his eyes. "Can I wear these clothes home please, I will give them back." Blair asked as she slid her shoes on.

"Of course." She heard from Gavi's direction, she shot him a smile and a wave before she left his apartment.

Gavi felt stranded, left on the sofa by himself, yet he didn't want to be alone. He wanted her.

Blair stood outside his door, her hand over her mouth, in shock for a slight minute. She knew what she did last night, yet the alcohol sort of shielded her mind from properly thinking. Kissing him on the sofa felt different, she didn't hate it, she wanted to continue, but her mind was wandering off to places it shouldn't. He was a professional footballer, a footballer who is Spains future. Blair on the other hand, she was a nobody. She had money, but it wasn't hers, she had a trust fund that could set her up for life. She didn't have a name for herself. But Gavi did.

Questions bombarded her mind, what if you continue it with Gavi? He'd just leave you for some famous model. What if he changes his mind? What if it's all just fake, what if he wants someone to fool around with. Overthinking was her worst enemy.

Blair sat in her car and thought if phoning her mother for a little advice would be the right call, you wouldn't know until you try. Blair called the number under the contact 'mother' and waited for an answer.

"Blair." She heard on the other end, "Hey mum." Blair sheepishly said, "I need a little advice right now." Blair continued.

"Go on." Her mother said.

"There's this guy I met, but he's quite a bit famous. But I genuinely think I'm getting feelings for him, but I've never had feelings like this before, I don't know what to do." Blair said, starting up her car and putting her mother on speaker.

"Aren't you a little young for love? Falling in love at 18 is not going to get you a full ride in life. Look at me and your father, we met at 25, when we both were mature in our ages. Look at us." Blair's mother said.

"Right cause that's why you two slept in separate rooms for my whole life, I've got to go, I'm driving." Blair said ending the call quickly.

"Clary." Blair said walking into her house, looking for the one person she wanted to speak to.

"How was it?" Clary said emerging from the living room. Blair didn't move to Clary, she just kinda stood there. Her eyes slightly watering. Clary quickly moved to Blair, engulfing her into a hug. Blair sobbed into her friends shoulder, unable to hold it in.

"What did he do? I will kill him if i have to." Clary said pulling Blair from the hug and holding her hands.

"He didn't do anything, but I don't know what to do." She sniffled.

Clary furrowed her brows, "What do you mean?" She asked, wanting more elaboration.

"I've never been in love before." Blair said, her voice croaky as she still cried.

"Do you love him?" Clary plainly asked.

LI've only known him for a month I cant be, I can't be it doesn't work like that." Blair said, throwing out as many words as she could.

"Let me ask you again but slightly reworded," clary grabbed onto Blair's shoulders, "Do you like him?" She asked. Blair bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Then what's the problem?" Clary smiled.

Blair tilted her head slightly, "I don't know how this shit works. I can kiss him, but when it comes to my feelings I freeze up. I get secluded and quiet, I close myself off. I've never done this kinda of thing before." She admitted closing her eyes for a second to just imagine what she could want. She opened her eyes and looked at Clary, awaiting something to be said.

Clary was about to speak when a male voice emerged from the living room, "Clary do you know where the remote control is?" He asked. "Oh hi Blair." Pedri said as he peaked round the corner, "You okay?" He continued. Blair's eyes widened seeing him, pushing her lips into a thin line she nodded, quickly running up to her room.

"Did you hear any of that?" Clary asked Pedri when Blair was out of reach.

Pedri nodded his head slowly, "All of it." He said gritting his teeth.

"You can't say anything to Gavi, please." Clary said, knowing that she couldn't tell Pedri what to do. Because if anything, Clary knew that if someone asked her not to say anything to Blair, she would anyway.