i hate you - pablo gavi

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"Is he with you?" I had asked with an icy tone.

"Who Gavi? I dunno we're he is. Actually no one has seen him the whole night"

I eventually gave in and found myself nearing the small house that belong to my friend Pedri. We regularly visited his house. Made some parties. Drank.

I went there to see me friends not to argue with that idiot. I haven't seen them since mine and Gavi's argument. Which was approximately a month ago. And oh boy let me tell you we threw a scene right there.

I wasn't sure why but I couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of seeing everyone again after such a large time gap. Apart from the rare 'check-up' phone call, or text message from Pedri to see how I was getting on, I hadn't really spoken to the group.

However, once I entered the boisterous building, I quickly felt at ease. I instantly fixed my gaze upon the couch in the corner of the the living room where 3 familiar figures sat.

"There she is!" Pedri exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air excitedly before making his way over to me,
"was starting to think you weren't gonna come," he laughed as he threw his arms around me.

He had the biggest smile on his face as always. I couldn't lie, I had really missed seeing Pedri everyday the most.
He was the sort of person who could light up your day with literally just his presence, he didn't have to say
anything, he'd just fix things.

Pedri deserves the world.

"I've missed you," I sighed in his grasp, "I've missed all of you," I added turning to face Ferran and Fati who both rose from their seats, holding out their arms. They each, one at a time, pulled me into a warm welcoming hug that
made me feel at home.

"It's good to see you again," Ferran eventually said as we all sat down into our booth.

"How you been keeping?" Pedri asked.

"Great actually," I lied, "What about you lot, what have I missed?"

"Nothing much really. Just football and stuff," Pedri replied, "the usual."

"Ferran got a bird," Fati interrupted with a wink. He and Pedri both began to chuckle and poke at Ferran who shook his head at the pairs childish behaviour.

"Oooooo, who's the lucky lady then, hmmm?" I teased causing Ferran's face to flush in embarrassment.

"Her names Sira." He said shyly

"Sira as in Luis Enrique's Sira?' I scoffed. Cause it was surprising that Luis would let Sira talk to Ferran. Not because of him. But mainly because of media.

"Yeah that one. Sira's amazing" He smiled like a little boy when he said her name.

Just from that sentence I could tell that Ferran clearly liked this girl, so I decided not to try to embarrass him or continue to tease him.

"That's lovely," I said genuinely, "I'm happy for you."

He returned a thankful smile.

I then found myself gazing over at hallway, to a light brown haired man, who was flirting with someone on his phone. His curls were slightly in his face so that he needed to get them away with his hand.

Gavi.