American And Spanish Love | Pablo Gavi

barcelona

I'm mad at my dad.

Like seriously what the fuck is wrong with him. That's enough now.

I stormed into my dad's room and saw that he was awake.

"Dad, what the fuck is wrong with you, why can't you understand you're FUCKIN OLD. YOU'RE NOT A FUCKIN CHILD" i yelled at him.

"What, it was just a joke" my dad said.

"Dad, everything is not a joke. We don't even know him that much and you're seriously messing with him. Dad, this is making my personality look bad, why can't you fuckin understand EVERYTHING IS NOT A JOKE TO EVERYONE. Dad, FUCKIN 47. Literally you're going to turn 50 very soon" i yelled at him.

"It was just a joke, hunny" my dad said.

"What the hell, seriously!!" I said.

"Okay, I'll not joke anymore" he said.

I sighed and walk to my room.

I heard my phone pinged. I saw it was gavi. I opened my instagram and opened the text.

Gavi: oh that's fine i guess. That's yeah fine.

Me: I'm seriously sorry.

Gavi: no need. So, when are u going to arrive?

Me: in 2 hrs maybe.

Gavi: great, I'm excited.

I blushed.

Me: yeah me too. So, see ya.

Gavi: ya, see ya.

I blushed again and then a sudden wave of regret washing over my body. My dad. Ik he's feeling so guilty rn, but he should be. Joking is good but taking it too far is not good. I think i said a lot and he said that he won't joke anymore. Ohgod. How will i survive now? My dad without a joke, without any sarcasm? Shit. I said to myself.

I run outta my room and gone to my dad's.

"Hey, dad" i said sitting next to him.

"Hey" he said sadly.

"Okay yk wht, I'm sorry but u shouldn't do that dad. It's not good either" i said.

"Yea ik, ik I've took it too far...but...yk it kinda hur-SIKE U THOUGHT, darling i don't care bout that jus stfu" he said almost yelling.

Huff he's not mad. I smile to myself.

"You're unique" i said getting up and walking to my room.

"YOU SUCK" he said.

I laughed. He's not going to change his personality.

The plane is about to land half an hour later. So, i just washed my face so i don't look horrible.

And then i started looking for the matches that are coming and what i saw it's TOMMOROW. REAL MADRID VS BARCELONA. WTF it's tommorow. OH MY FRICKING GOD WHAT THE HELL. REAL MADRID is my favourite club. I'm literally crying rn. I really wanted to wear barcelona jersey but now i couldn't. BAD FRICKIN LUCK. Who should i support? I asked myself. I have to book the tickets first.

I checked my phone if there's any chance of getting the tickets. There is...but it's expensive, and it's for the vip section. I booked it. Let's just forget bout that it's expensive.

I ran to my dad's room.

"Hey dad, wht r u wearing tommorow for the match?" I asked.

"What match"

"Yea tommorow is a match, i totally forgot bout it" i said.

"Okay and wht bout the tickets?"

"Oh I've booked it" i said.

"Great. Who's match btw?"

"Barcelona vs Real Madrid" i said.

"WHAT" he yelled.

"Don't yell dad" i said.

"I'm excited. This is amazing"

"Ik ik dad" i said.

"So who r gonna support?"

"Both" i said.

"Well ig I'm gonna support barca" he said.

"Okay, whatever so..umm what are you gonna wear?" I asked.

"Barca t-shirt" he said.

"Okayyy" i huffed.

Half and hour later.

We landed. And barcelona really is beautiful.

As me and my dad was sitting on our cab and going to the hotel room. It's so late and I'm really tired from that frickin flight, idk if I'm able to go to the match or not.

I opened my phone to text gavi.

Me: hey, we landed and going to our hotel room. I'm really tired i think I'm going to check ur message tommorow and ya me and my dad are coming to tommorow's match. Goodnight. See ya soon.

I smile to myself.

We arrived at our hotel room and my dad snatched the key card of his room from the staff cuz he was tired.

"I'm sorry for his behaviour, he's really tired" i said to the staff.

"That's fine i can understand" she smiled at me and then walked away.

I knocked on my dad's room.

"What do you want, bitch" he said.

"Dad open the door for a min and stop calling me a bitch, I'm famous here" i said.

"Not to me" he said while opening the door.

"Okay so listen. First of we have to leave at 5 in the evening for the match because of the vip seats. Secon-"

"VIP SEATS" he said.

"Dad, stop acting like that. Okay so second of all don't call me bitch. Because I'm a famous person dad and I'm a celeb-"

"Not to me" he said cutting me off and closing the door.

I smiled to myself.

"Okay goodnight" i said

"Goodnight bitch, daddy loves you" he said.

I smiled and walk to my room.

It's so amazing. Such a beautiful room. I changed into some comfy clothes and hopped on the bed. Before sleeping, i checked my phone to see if gavi have checked the message or not. He didn't. I slightly frown. Then i thought it's 12 pm he's prolly asleep. I should sleep too. I'm already tired my back is hurting like hell.

My phone rang.

I saw it was my dad. I picked it up.

"Hello" i said.

"There's someone behind you" he said.

"Shut up, dad. I'm not 11 anymore and I'm tired let me sleep" i said.

"Oh i just called to say that sleep well rather than waiting for 18 year old boy to text you back, he's prolly asleep" he said.

I gasped.

"Dad, what are you? A psychic?" I asked.

"No no, just a father" he said while giggling.

I smiled.

"Okay dad. Goodni-"

"Let me sleep" he said.

"Oh my god, dad you just cal-" he hunged up.

I smiled to myself. I really can't live without this man, can i?