The sound of an argument reaches my ears when I'm walking to breakfast. I'm expecting to get interested glances at me due to the news and I'm right. Heads turn to look at me when I'm passing but I couldn't care less what they think about the situation. The only one I care about is my red dress princess who I'm meeting hopefully soon.
I texted her right after reading the article to make sure she is alright but she hasn't answered yet. If I don't hear anything about her while I'm eating with the team I have no choice but to go up to her room and see how she feels.
She must be terrified. Or at least I would be in her position. The media just threw her in an awful situation without any warnings. I'm so angry I'm surprised I haven't threatened anyone by now. The news reporters would 100% deserve it without any doubt.
But really, why is it so hard for people to have arguments in private? I don't want to share my business with everyone who walks past so just wondering why would someone like to do so. I have been displeased the whole morning and the sound of a random argument doesn't help at all. I'm already about to lose my patience.
As I step to the lobby that leads to the breakfast hall my eyes catch something that takes all my attention immediately. In the end of a corridor is a group of Croatian players who have apparently surrounded a blond haired girl. Looks a bit weird. I look at Pedri on my right and frown.
"Looks concerning. What do you think," I ask Pedri.
I don't hear his answer since the sound of a slap snaps my attention back to the alarming situation. The girl gasps and looks absolutely terrified. Only in that moment it registers in my head that the girl is my red dress princess.
What the fuck?!?!
Why the hell one of them slapped her!?!! No one has a right to slap my princess. Especially not the fucking Croatian players. Croatians are a pain in ass as far as I know.
I'm livid. Absolutely livid. I can't even think straight. Something snapped in my brain the moment someone laid their hand on my girl. I don't allow that. Not at all.
Pure anger runs through my veins as I sprint towards her.
"Gavi!!" Pedri's concerned voice yells after me but all my attention is on the Croatian assholes. I will make sure none of them survives this alive. None of them will have a tolerable life after this and I'm making sure of it.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!?!" I yell straight to their faces and push one of them in the chest as hard as I can.
"KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HER!!!" I continue as one of them tries to touch her.
"But it's not my fault that she –" one of them tries to protest but I interrupt him immediately, "If you say another word about my princess, if you even look at her, if you even think about her – I'm going to fucking kill you."
"What are you? An angry bird?" a Croatian says mockingly.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," I rage and just as I'm about to hit him with my fist Pedri graps my hands.
He puts his hands to both sides of my face so I have no choice but to look at him. "Take care of her. I got this," he instructs.
Rage is still filling every nerve of my body and all I can think about is how badly I want to hit the Croatians. I have never felt this kind of feeling before. All I want to do is make sure they won't hurt her ever again. I'm sending angry looks at the Croatians and it takes all my effort not to hit them.
"Gavi, she needs you right now," Pedri says in a low voice.
That snaps me to look at her. She's holding her face and blinking her eyes hard so she wouldn't cry. I see the panic in her eyes and I realise she is at the breaking point. I untangle myself from Pedri's grip and pull her to my chest.
"Mi amor, I'm here. I'm taking care of you," I whisper to her hair and stroke her back lightly as I start to walk her away from the Croatians.
She collapses in my arms and starts to cry. I have never felt this bad in my life. She getting hurt is the last thing I have ever wanted and look where we are now.
"You won't survive out of this alive!!" I shout as I'm carrying my princess to the lobby.
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Emerald green eyed dream / Pablo Gavi
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