For the Better - A Pedri Story

11. The X Factor

Y/n's POV:

It's been four days since we arrived back in Barcelona. Spending a few days meeting and getting to know Pedri's family has been amazing, now I know why Pedri is such a humble and genuine person, he was raised surrounded by such amazing people since he was young. I seriously cannot ask for anything more from this man.

I'm now lying down in my bed, trying to stretch time before I have to get up for the day. I stretch my arm out as I reach for my phone on the night stand, checking just how many more minutes I can afford staying in this comfy bed. It's the last weekend to prepare for the team's summer promotions in the US, which I am both excited and terrified about.

Excited, because I'll get to see my mom again as we are stopping in Miami where she lives, and terrified because I just realized that I will most likely need to introduce Pedri to her. Now, it's not that I don't want to introduce him ever, but I know for a fact that my mom is very much "pro-Ian" and she actually believes that him and I will eventually get back together.

Speaking of whom, Ian has been sending me messages since we bumped into him in Tegueste, his latest message stating that he's now in Barcelona, asking to meet up to "talk things out."

I close my eyes again, trying to get a few more minutes of peace before I have to face this reality. I am so torn between entertaining Ian's invitation to talk or to turn him down completely.

A part of me still feels guilty for leaving him up in the air, we almost had a perfect relationship, except for the fact that there are times that I felt like our relationship was one-sided. I did not really noticed this until Pedri asked me if I am okay that he introduces me to his family, which Ian never initiated back then, it kind of just happened, just like our relationship, it just happened after I reasoned with him the pros and cons of "why we should be official."

I know, pathetic right?

After I spent a few more extra precious minutes of feeling pathetic, my phone lights up again with another notification, this time a big smile forms on my face as I see a message from Pedri saying that he is on his way to my apartment.

Since our mini get-away we haven't been able to see each other even though we literally work in the same are since he has been extremely busy with training and I with work preparations for the US trip. So for this weekend, we agreed on meeting up at my place to spend some time together.

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I am freaking out.

What was I thinking offering to make dinner for tonight? Did I forget how amazing Pedri's mom cooking was? My cooking might just end our relationship!

I just realized that this is the very first time that Pedri will be tasting anything I make. I would not say that I am bad at cooking, I can whip up a good dish or two here and there, but I am definitely no competition for Pedri's mom or grandmother!

As I am internally debating whether or not make an elaborate lie about burning the kitchen and my apartment down so we can just go out to a restaurant for dinner, a loud knock on my front door suddenly reverts me back to reality. Well, too late now you stupid potato. I just pray that Pedri is no Gordon Ramsey at this point.

"Coming, Pepi!" I yell as he knocks for the second time. I open the door to Pedri's big smile and a red wine bottle in his hand, thank God! I can just make him drink, maybe that will trick his mind how delicious the food is!

Pedri hurriedly fans out the alarm in my kitchen as smoke from the skillet fills my whole damn apartment. Dios mio. What a scene. A year ago if someone would have told me that a football player would be in my apartment in Barcelona trying to get the smoke alarm to stop as I make him dinner, I would have slapped that person in the face for getting my hopes way up. But here we are anyway.