I feel the curtains being pulled to the sides, Barcelona's bright sun shining through. My eyes still closed, not wanting the day to start. After our little stargaze, I came back to Pedri's, to which he gave up his room for me, him crashing on the couch.
'I know you probably want to sleep longer but I made breakfast.' Pedri's morning raspy voice made me smile.
'You did?' I opened my eyes, a yawn escaping my mouth.
The Barcelona player was holding a tray of english breakfast and some croquettes on the side. His smile was big and his hair was all ruffled.
'You said you love english breakfast and I doubt you've had any since you got here, so...' he shrugged his shoulders.
I stood up while he placed the tray on my lap. 'You really didn't have to.' I smiled softly.
'I wanted to.'
'Well, sit down.' I patted the seat next to me. 'You deserve to taste this.'
'This is for you.' he said shaking his head.
'Pedri, sit down.' I said sternly.
Without saying anything else, he did as he was told.
***
After I shared my breakfast with Pedri, we were now both in his bed.
'I really need to get going.' I shook my head.
'None of us got nothing to do, so what's the rush?' he asked looking at me.
'I don't want to overstay.'
'Irina, we're practically bestfriends now.' he laughed. 'Actually, I might be your only friend here.'
'Ha ha.' I hit him playfully. 'I've got other friends here.'
'Like who?' he asked, one of his eyebrows raised.
'Davi. Caro. Diego. Raphin—'
'Gavi. Araujo. Torres. Ela.' Pedri carried on sarcastically. 'They don't count.'
'But they do.' I chuckled.
'Did they make you breakfast in bed?'
'Are you serious?' I asked laughing.
We started bickering like little kids, laughter echoing in the room while a small play fight broke out.
***
Pedri decided to take a shower while I was scrolling through insta. He was dressed in a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt, his hair wet. I looked up at him and couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. When boys come out the shower looking all fresh and their hair is wet, it has a complete effect on me. It's something so simple yet so sexy.
'I'm starting to get really worried.' he said grabbing his hairbrush from the table.
'Why?' I asked confused.
'You keep on smiling at me.' he said pointing the hairbrush at me. 'It's a bit scary.'
'Oh please.' I grabbed the pillow and dashed it at him. 'From now on, I'm just going to be a bitch.'
'Oh, please, be a bitch Irina, please.' he laughed, making me throw another pillow at him. 'Can you be such a bitch and help me blow dry my hair?'
'How old are you?' I shook my head laughing. 'Because it seems to me like you're 12.' I pushed him out the way playfully, going into the bathroom.
I lift myself up on the counter, plugging in the hair dryer. He places himself in between my legs while grabbing a bottle of oil and handing it to me.
'I never used this because I have no clue what it does.' he said quietly. 'But maybe you do.'
I chuckled lightly, putting some in my hand. 'It's a very good oil. All you have to do is add it to your hair and it'll make it healthier because it locks in moisture.' I say as I begin running my hands through his hair as he leans forward. 'Smells good too.' I add.
I then pick up the hair dryer and turn it on.
'So I'll look like a Golden Retriever?' he yells, making me laugh.
'You're already a Golden Retriver, Pedri.' I yell back, both of us laughing.
'I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not.' he chuckled.
I take his brush and go through his hair, beginning to dry it. As I was drying his hair, one of his hands was on my thighs and he was tracing small shapes with his thumb, trying my hardest to stay focused.
Such a small thing, which he probably didn't even realise he was doing. Such a small thing, that for some reason I couldn't help but enjoy. It didn't feel weird or forced at all, but sweet and intimate.
After the dryer was on hot for a little bit, I switched it to cool and brushed through his hair once again, as it's almost fully dried. I finish drying it on the cool setting and I unplug it as he looks at himself in the mirror.
'I never looked better.' he said blowing a kiss to himself, making me chuckle.
'Yeah, you're welcome.' I said smugly.
We both raised our hands, joining them in a high five.
'How did you know I wanted to do that?' I asked laughing.
'We're connected.'
'Oh sh-'
'Shut up.' he said finishing my sentence.
'Biscuits.' I said first, him starting the word at the letter 's' and finish it off at the same time as me.
This carried on for a few seconds, us trying to say words at the same time, the bathroom once again being echoed by laughter.
