we are young (pablo gavi x reader)

-part 39-

"so i was wondering...would you be my girlfriend?"

my jaw dropped at the question. i mean i figured he would ask eventually, but this moment was just too perfect. i mean come on, he literally just asked me to be his girlfriend at the beach in front of a sunset.

"y/n?" he asked, and it looked like he might cry.

i couldn't even bring myself to say yes. so instead i jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. i kissed him with all i had, and he kissed back.

"so i'm taking that as a yes," he chuckled as he dropped me.

his hands were still around my waist and in that moment as i looked up at him, my heart hurt. this was too much happiness for me to take, i physically felt like i was going to combust.

"you have no idea how happy you make me," i mumbled as i rested my head on his chest.

"i could say the same for you," he said, kissing the top of my head.

"do you think you can drown in vaseline?" i asked, looking up at him.

"where do you come up with these questions?" he asked.

"i dunno," i said turning towards the ocean.

"come on," he said grabbing my hand and leading me towards the water.

"can i have a piggy back ride?" i asked with a grin looking up at him.

"fine," he mumbled, but he couldn't seem to contain his smile.

i jumped on his back and he grabbed my legs, holding me. i rested my chin on his left shoulder, and with my right arm i began messing with his ear.

"i will throw you," he threatened as he began walking towards the water.

"so mean," i said kissing his cheek.

when we got to about waist deep in the water he dropped me and spun me around to where i was facing him.

"the waters cold," i complained.

"let me keep you warm then," he said pulling me closer to him.

i blushed at his words, but wrapped my arms around his neck. he pressed his forehead to mine, and we stayed like that for awhile.

"ship!" someone yelled from about thirty feet away.

"fuck off!" i said flipping them off.

"i'll race you there." i said to gavi and he immediately started swimming towards the group.

of course i beat him, and when we got to them i told him, "maybe you should stick to soccer."

"you're so mean," he said, and he rested one arm around my waist.

"y/n," someone whispered and pulled me away from him.

i was pulled into the middle of everyone, and i mean everyone. the barca players were there and all my friends.

"what did gavi ask you?" lewandowski asked.

i blushed and looked down at my hands.

"y/n i swear-" ferran said impatiently.

"he asked me to be his girlfriend," i blurted out.

everyone cheered loudly, and i looked around to see where gavi was, only to see pedri basically holding him hostage.

"well what did you say?" andrew asked and the whole group went silent.

"well...i said yes." i told them, blushing.