Emerald green eyed dream / Pablo Gavi

Chapter 32 - Gavi's pov

"This sandwich is so good!! Gavi, you have to try this!" Marco Asensio says as I'm taking a bite of my egg and cheese sandwich.

We decided to order 120 sandwiches from the room service so we're all getting four. Including coaches of course. The man on the other side of the phone couldn't believe what he was hearing when Sergio Busquets called him and ordered all of them at once. As our captain he has such privileges. The man asked about ten times if Sergio was sure of the amount of sandwiches. But eventually we got our late night snacks. There were 15 unsure waiters bringing them in and the sight of them was hilarious.

I look at the sandwich Marco is holding and I'm grossed out. What does that even include? Looks absolutely disgusting. Something green and red and it smells like pickles and tomatoes. I'm not putting that inside my mouth no matter what.

"I'm going to pass this time," I say and look away from that disgusting piece of food.

For my pleasure the rest of our snack time goes by without any other nauseating surprises. We're watching Formula 1 as we're eating since the race was driven when we were in a practice. Pedri and I are cheering on Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc but the rest of our team is betraying us since they are cheering on Lando Norris. What a traitors... I mean Lando is good as well but our men are on their own level.

"I have heard there is a giant pool in the backyard. Should we go try it? What do you guys think?" Ferran asks as the race ends with hope in his gaze.

"Gavi, let's goooo!! The last one in the pool has to do everyone's laundry for the rest of the week!" Eric shouts and starts running towards the door.

I catch up with him in a second but the rest of us are still wondering something. Eric and I got a good head start. We're going to win!

I have never run stairs this fast. We're almost like sliding them down. I bet none of them has a chance to catch us since the elevators take forever to arrive. But just in case I put my turbo speed on and even Eric is left behind.

One of the cleaning lady's sends a disappointed look at me when I'm running past her in the hall. What can I do? I have to win this!

"No running inside of the hotel young man!" the receptionist calls as I'm passing her.

"Yeah sorry!" I yell behind my shoulder but I'm not slowing down. I hear Eric's steps behind me but I'm almost there!

I drag open the last two doors that lead to the patio and I made it. I'm the first one here. I smile as I jump to the giant pool with all my clothes on and the cool water hits my body. As I'm diving to the surface I hear a splash on my right and right after that two other splashes.

"Nooo!! Are you guys kidding me!? I'm not the last one," Ansu protests.

"You're still there and we all are in the water so you definitely are the last one! Have fun with our laundry" Ferran says next to me.

"This is so unfair!!" Ansu says but joins us.

"No it's not, you were just too slow," Dani points out.

"I have an idea!" I say as they stop arguing.

"I'm a bit scared but please tell us," Pedri says.

"Let's have a diving competition. Choose a partner and show the rest of us your best skills. I'm with Pedri," I say and swing my arm around his shoulder.

"Dani and I start!" Eric says and gets out of the pool with Dani.

Their jump is fine but we're looking for something glorious. Something wonderful and unexpected. Ferran and Ansu are next. They perform a little better. Maybe since both of them end up jumping right on their stomach. It must hurt a lot even though they do have clothes between their skin and the water.

"Gavi!" Pedri says as he pokes my shoulder. "Mira, nuestras chicas están ahí," he says and points to she lighted room on the second floor.

And he is right. I can see our girls through the window. They are probably hanging out with the England's national team since I recognize Jude and Mason. I can see they try to act like they are not looking at us but I know they are. Let's torture them a little, shall we?

"Let's give them a show," I say to Pedri and wink an eye before getting out of the pool.

The girls want something to eat with their eyes so let's give them that. I run my hand through my wet hair and take my suit jacket off slowly. Since that's clearly not enough I instruct Pedri to do the same and he plays along. I start to unbutton my collared shirt but as it's halfway unbuttoned I stretch my arms over my head which makes the muscles on my back to pop out. And oops how come that I turned my back towards the window just before that. A show for my princess.

As I face the window I continue unbuttoning my shirt. Meanwhile, Pedri has done his own show since he's not having a shirt on anymore. I know the wet shirt is sticking to my skin and all my muscles are seen from the window.

"Can you take this off from me?" I ask Pedri and raise my eyebrow.

Pedri pulls my shirt off and I run my hand along my abs. I really hope they are enjoying this. Pedri stretches his arms which makes his biceps pop out.

"Taking pants off as well?" Pedri asks.

"This is good for now. We have to save something for them to see," I answer.

"I mean, Madeline has already seen a lot," Pedri says and smirks

"Yoo, you guys doing a show for us?" Ferran asks.

To be completely honest, I didn't even remember we had an audience in the pool as well.

"Naah, but watch closely," I say and I instruct Pedri to follow me.

As we're at the edge of the pool Pedri picks me up and throws me in the pool. He jumps right after me and does a backflip on the way. We get a lot of applause from our friends and start a water fight which sadly doesn't last long.

"Stop, stop, stop! What are you doing in the pool at this time of night? Swimming is forbidden from 9pm to 6am," a man with the hotel uniform says as he runs towards us waving his arms.

We all turn to look at each other and Eric is brave enough to answer, "Ohh we're sorry. We didn't know."

"There is a sign right behind you!" the man screams. And his expression turns more terrified as he notices our outfits, "What are you wearing!? You're not allowed to wear clothes in the pool!"

"So we should swim naked, huh? The two of them are not even wearing shirts so that's fine right?" Ansu jokes.

The man doesn't get the joke since his eyes almost pop out of his head as Ansu proposes swimming naked.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not. You have to wear swimming trunks and those are the only ones that are allowed. As you're not wearing those and it's two hours after the closing time I have to ask you to leave," the man says.

"Oh yeah, we're already doing that," Ferran says and does the man a little show by unbuttoning his shirt. What a traumatizing night for the man for sure.

Pedri and I pick up our soaking wet shirts from the ground and head towards the hall. We'll see if the receptionist gets a heart attack when she sees six soaking wet guys walking through the hall to the elevators. It's not a sight you see everyday.