this is basically a story about a girl who has an older brother who plays on barća and is best friends with pedri, you meet him after one of your brothers games and you already knew it was love
it was spain's first loss and i knew pedri was going to be upset. the ride back to the hotel wasn't going to be very fun. if this were one game ahead, they would've been out of the tournament. everyone knew the ball was out of bounds for the winning goal but VAR begged to differ.
as i got onto the bus before everyone else, i already had gotten a text from my brother,
big bro ❤️: good luck w pedri tn 😬
y/n: rip
the boys climbed onto the bus, most of them cussing the refs out in spanish. pedri didn't do any of that he just stayed quiet as he walked back to me. he threw his backpack on the ground with a loud thump.
" pedri it's fine. take a breather ok?"
he sat down and immediately hugged me. i heard him sigh, his head on my shoulder.
" i played horribly y/n" he whispered.
" no you didn't. if you did why did you play the whole game. i watched you and you did amazing"
" i didn't but ok" he let me go and laid his head on my lap instead, falling asleep in a couple of minutes.
once we got back to the hotel he went straight to the bathroom. i heard the shower running so i just let him shower before i talked to him. when he came out his eyes looked a little puffy and i assumed he had been crying. he set his stuff down and i went over and hugged him.
" do you need anything?"
" i need you that's all"
" ok well cmon then we can cuddle"
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it was the morning of the big match. if they lost this, they were going home. it was the round of 16 and spain was playing morocco. the team was already in the locker room. pedri almost cried this morning at least 3 times. so did i though. after the world cup i was going to visit my grandpa and have my grandma's memorial.
i went to sit down in my seat. the boys came out and warmed up. after a while i checked the time. it was 8:56 just as the teams started walking out. i noticed that pedri was starting. up on the big screen i saw him biting the inside of his cheek as the national anthem played. he was definitely really nervous.
the game was underway, both sides were playing good. at half it was 0-0. pedri looked up to me and gave me a little wave. i waved back obviously.
the second half everything was going well. everyone was on the edge if their seat. the team had so many good chances, but nobody seemed to be able to put it in the back of the net. i could see the nervousness on pedri's face as the final whistle blowed, they would be going in to extra time .
the first half of et nobody really had any chances, same with the second. as the seconds ticked by, i got more and more nervous. nobody on the team could seem to finish. that's when i heard the whistle. it was time for a pq shootout.
pedri looked up at me, his chin quivering, i could tell he was trying not to cry but he shook his head and kept going. he wouldn't dare cry and i knew it.
morocco was up first, as if in slow motion, the ball rolled in and hit the back of the net. next was pablo sarabia, the whole stadium went quiet, assuming to hear the back of the net move, but it never came, he had missed.
morocco scored their second one and we had missed yet again. it was 2-0 now. badr benoun moved forward to take it. if he made it we had lost.
he missed.
we were still in it if we could make this one. sergio busquets was up, this was do or die. we were all ready for us to be back in it because sergio was good at pq's but we had missed yet again.
i saw the look on pedri's face and he knew that they had already lost. this was the do or die pq. if hakimi made this, it was over. everyone shut their eyes, begging to not hear the noise.
the familiar clincking sound echoed through my ears as my heart plummeted. they had won and we had lost.
i opened my eyes to see pedri, frozen still. i couldn't do it, i rushed through the crowd,
"excuse me, excuse me i'm sorry" people were looking me up and down as if i was crazy but i didn't care. i jumped over the wall and ran, the security guards were running after me but i was faster.
pedri look up and saw me running towards him, he started to fall and i reached him just in time. pedri was sitting on the ground, arms around my waist. he was sobbing into me as i held him. i expected to feel someone grab me and drag me away but i didn't. i looked up and saw gavi begging the security to leave us alone. it had worked and they stalked back off.
i kissed pedri on his head, holding him tight, muffled sobs escaping through his lips,
" i'm so sorry y/n" he hiccuped, " i didn't mean to let you down"
" you did everything you could, i'm forever proud of you" he kept crying and crying and wouldn't let go until luis walked over and helped him and me up.
*in spanish* " pedri don't ever give up, you have amazing talent and today didn't go our way but that's ok. do not blame yourself for the outcome" luis had one hand on his shoulder. pedri gave him a hug and thanked him. we walked back to the bench as tear's slipped down both our faces. i cared about him so much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ kk guys im really going to try to finish this book 🙏 thank you for all the love and support! im trying my best to keep writing but idk what to write anymore, there will probably be 2-3 chapters after this and then it will be finished unfortunately.
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i have an imagine book in the works rn 🤗 the first chapter is abt frenkie de jong!
