never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 20

"So are you going to sit down and eat with me, or are you just going to stare at me all day?" He jokes. Well it's actually very true, I could just spend the day staring at him and this scene in front of me.

"Uhh yes, vamos a comer. I'm starving," I say and sit on the blanket next to him.

I didn't realise before how handsome he actually looks in daylight. I mean he was dashing last night but now when I can actually see him in broad daylight, he just takes my breath away. He's wearing a white hoodie, blue jeans and a black leather jacket. He's actually better prepared for the weather than me, I should've brought a coat with me as well.

"Are you cold? I knew I should've mentioned that we would be outside, sorry," He apologises and starts to take off his jacket.

"I'm from England, I think I can handle some Spanish coldness," I try to convince him, but it doesn't work. I end up wearing his leather jacket which smells like his perfume. Dark and musky with a citrus undertone, delicious if you ask me.

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We spend the day eating our snacks and talking about anything and everything. I mention that me and Evelynn might start our studies here after Christmas, if lady luck is on our side. I fail to mention to him the fact that my brother is a famous football player because it doesn't really have anything to do with me. I support my brother and love watching him play, but I don't really follow football or know any of the players. Except for England's national team, those boys have become like brothers to me over the years.

Pedri just mentions that he's from the Canary islands and that he works in Barcelona. When I ask if it's hard living far away from family he just shrugs.

"It is what it is. We call each other very often, but they know I'm living the dream here," he responds.

As the day starts to turn into an evening it starts to rain. We pack up our things and run back to the car to avoid getting soaked. We end up dying out of laughter as we get inside the car, because we're soaking wet regardless of our effort.

"You look like a soaked rat," I laugh and point at his hair which is dripping wet.

"Are you making fun of me again, hermosa?" He asks and looks straight into my eyes.

The air becomes charged with tension and I stop laughing. Butterflies erupt in my stomach as his eyes roam over me. Denying the spark between us would be impossible and useless.

"¿Puedo besarte?" he asks me and before he has the chance to hesitate I kiss him.

I grab his shoulder and he helps me get on his lap, which sounds easier than it actually is. He places one of his hands on the side of my face while the other one holds me close to him. Our kisses are heated and full of outspoken passion.

We end up spending 15 minutes just making out in the car before we decide to start making our way back. I texted Evelynn a few hours ago that I was still alive and that she doesn't have to worry about me. To which she only replied with a picture of her eating ice cream on our airbnb's balcony.

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Pedri parks the car in the front of the airbnb and we just sit in the car in silence. I think the truth is hitting us both at that moment. He lives in Barcelona and I live in London, our distance from each other must be around 700 miles. All I wanted was a nice holiday romance without any feelings whatsoever. I never expected to meet someone who I actually connected with. Lady luck is definitely making fun of me once again.

"So... Here we are, all safe and sound," Pedri says and gives me an awkward smile.

"I really like you. Like really, in a way that I usually don't like people. I don't want to push anything but I just wanted you to know how I feel. I've known you less than 24 hours and I shouldn't already like you, but I do," I ramble on nervously. When I get nervous I start to talk way too much and way too fast.

He silences me with a soft kiss and whispers "I like you too chiqui."

He tells me how he'll be busy for the next few days and we might not have time to meet again before I leave, so we make plans on staying in contact or at least to try to stay in contact.

As I open the door to the apartment building I give one more glance at him. I know that no matter what happens I will remember him for the rest of my life. He gives me one last smile and drives away.

I have a feeling that this will only end in tears and tubs of ice cream.