For the Better - A Pedri Story

7. The Night To (not) Remember

Y/n's POV:

"Help me decide what to wear!" I whined to the girls who are now both decided on their own dresses for our club escapade tonight. 

After witnessing possibly the most disappointing end to my day - just like how Atleti almost winning against Real Madrid in the Champions League final back in 2014, until Sergio Ramos scores a goal at the very last possible minute of added time to take the game to an additional 30 minutes and the final whistle resulting to 4-1 for the Los Blancos' La Decima - the three of us decided to make our exit before the boys noticed us. 

 "I almost had the perfect ending to my day" I thought to myself - keyword: "almost"

I know, I know.. seems like we took the more cowardly approach leaving the restaurant in a huff, but! We are now almost done getting ourselves together to go to a club to dance the frustration and bruised ego away. Just a normal and innocent girls night, which I would normally prefer a calmer house party or even bar night out, but then again we can all agree that tonight isn't one of those normal nights. Lea and I need some distraction. 

"Okay, chica.. what are we working with?" Lea comes over to me, looking at my options which I now have laid on my bed, a glass of wine in her hand while Quevedo's BZRP is blasting in the background.

"Definitely the red one! Matches your fiery energy for tonight, am I right?!" She picks up the red dress, a short one with a strap only on one shoulder and a small intentional hole to just above my stomach area, revealing some more skin, and throws it at my direction. 

"Great choice, amiga,." I tell her as I caught the dress before it hit my face, I went over to her, suddenly wanting to give her a beso on the cheek to say thanks. We both giggle at each other, possibly already both a bit past tipsy from all the drinks of the day.

"Madre de Dios.. are you girls drunk???" Sira yells on top of her lungs, almost dropping the glass of wine in her hands. Dios mio, what a night this is going to be.

Pedri's POV:

I flopped my body on my couch as Gavi and I arrived back at my place after meeting Gavi's "friend" which turned out to be exhausting. Not only because I am actually exhausted and have been looking forward to my day off aka today, but also because if I was anyway going to be dragged anywhere, I would much rather it be by y/n.

Speaking of whom, she still hasn't responded to my messages from this afternoon. The whole time that I was sitting on that table across from two strangers was agonizing, and I know for a fact that Gavi felt the exact same.

"She is so persistent!" He yells in frustration referring to Anna. The girl having a hopeless crush on Gavi, apparently they were introduced by a common friend that Gavi used to play with at La Masia right before he made it to the first team's roster, and now she won't give up trying to get dinner or drink, or anything for the matter, with him. 

"And you dragged me into this!" I shot back, giving him a look of annoyance and pity at the same time. 

"Lo siento, Pedri..but, she was just so adamant and would not take No for an answer, and when I saw your call, I just took that as my way out!" He says, looking like he's about to give up, "I didn't know that she would actually suggest to grab dinner together and you know me, I'm too nice!"

Sighing, I put my feet up against the center table, trying to make myself more comfortable. At the same time, my doorbell rings. Ferran finally reaching us after already being late for a whole hour when all I wanted to do was start playing FIFA early so we can still have enough time to play at least 3 games. Ugh. Just nothing goes my way today.