For the Better - A Pedri Story

1. Injury to the head

Y/N POV:

I still remember that day, I had everything I could ever want in life. A stable career, friends who are so ever supportive, family I could always count on, and a boyfriend who was always by my side. Or so I thought. 

Until I woke one morning, questioning everything I have done, doing and will be doing with my life.

"Is this the life I want?"

"Am I good enough to be who I really want to be?"

"Do I have the energy to start over?"

**ALARM**

Speaking of having energy - that's now the third time that my alarm for this morning has been going off.  I can't possibly hit snooze again or else I will be late for my first day at my dream job, with my dream team - FC Barcelona.

Alright y/n, you can do this! I hurried up and got up from my bed, looking around my messy room with clothes surrounding my suitcase, mentally noting to start cleaning up my apartment before it gets even worst. 

It's been 5 days since I arrived here from the US, leaving the life I have built around me the last couple of years. Hoping for a brighter future - I have always dreamed of living in this beautiful Catalan city, walking the streets and appreciating the Gaudi architecture, and eating delicious food under the warm Spanish sun. More importantly, I am looking forward to always having the option to watch the football game at Camp Nou.

I have always been a fan of LaLiga and the Spanish football team since I first started following the World Cup back in 2010. Since then, my passion has been growing for the sport, but since I know that I can be clumsy and will probably work best NOT being a part of a football team, I chose to be involved in the Media part of it instead, using my creativity and hopefully, personality, to make my dreams come true.

If only I started believing in myself sooner. But it's never too late, now I am here, living my best life! 

Stepping over my suitcase, and catching a glimpse of me and my messy hair in the process *sigh*, I grabbed the pair of jeans and blouse that I picked last night before passing out on my bed, that's now on the chair of my vanity and headed over to the bathroom to prepare for my first day officially being the Social Media Strategist at Barça.

At Camp Nou:

I arrived at Camp Nou with 20 minutes to spare before the official start of my day, so I decided to head over to the stands, the football field right in front of my eyes. This stadium is really massive and even though I have been here a couple of times before, I am still mesmerized - butterflies growing in my stomach with excitement and nervousness.

"Can I really do this?"

Once again I am back in my own head doubting myself, even though I have the degree and certifications that CERTIFIES that I am qualified to be here. UGH.

"OW"  I felt something HARD and painful hit my head. I fell backwards and landed on my back on the floor. This must be a sign. sigh. Hopefully nobody saw that?

As I was about halfway to getting back on my feet, I noticed on my peripheral someone running towards me. Oh no, someone saw after all.

"Lo Siento, no te vi allí!" a guy with the most beautiful brown eyes came to help me the rest of the way up. I could get lost in his eyes, could not breath, nor think.

"Hablas Español? Ingles?(do you speak Spanish? English?)" he looked at me, concern in his eyes and still holding my hand. 

I must have been staring at him for a minute as he started waving his hands at my face. Growing more concerned that I was not responding to his question.