Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 16: "goodbye"

"Fuck, I can't wait," I buzzed in the passenger seat, my legs bobbing up and down impatiently. It had been an oddly hot day today in Paris, and I was regretting my choice of a white tank top and denim shorts as the back of my thighs stuck to the hot leather seat, even in the evening air.

"I mean, I wouldn't be able to wait either if I was about to be dramatically reunited with Pedro Pascal," Drew retorted, flicking his dyed blonde curls out of his eyes as he drove.

"Sorry, sorry I didn't mean to adjacently bring up your love life," I rolled my eyes, slamming my head against the headrest.

"Hey, it's not as desolate as you're thinking, a lot of these french boys wanted some," he stifled a devious grin and I protested with grunts of disgust.

As we rolled into the airport parking lot, I turned to glance gratefully at Drew.

"Thank you so much for this. I'm gonna miss you," I mumbled, flicking through the pages of my passport and my boarding pass. He wrapped his skinny arm round my shoulder.

"You deserve it honestly. You deserve all of this. Especially after your last.." he saw my face become a little defeated and changed his tone.

"After what shall not be named. Anyway go and find your boyfriend. I'll be back in LA next month, we'll meet up soon. Love you," he squeezed my shoulder and helped me haul my bags out of the car, taking extra care with Chica's cage as she protested with soft meows.

Excitement fluttered in my chest as I watched the boards for my flight, seeing New York pop up across the screen, and I made my way to gate.

The flight was a painfully long 8 hours, but it could have been worse; it was quiet, nothing but the low hush of air conditioning. I fell in and out of sleep, out of curiosity playing 'Narcos' on the plane tv. Aside from Game of Thrones, I hadn't seen any of Pedro's work and I was impressed, but also unwillingly turned on by his sultry character in the show, and squirmed in my seat.

My sleep was stirred by the gentle buzz of my phone that rested in my lap as I curled into my window seat and I stretched, checking my messages. A new one from Pedro popped up, 1 minute ago at 6:01am.

-Happy Birthday mi amor

I smiled at The message and yawned, admiring my view of a stunning blue and orange sunrise on top of pink fluffy clouds.

-You're late to that one, Salsa. I'm six hours ahead

My phone vibrated with his immediate response;

-I wish there were no time zones between us

As much as it should have tugged on my heart strings, it only made me more eager for his surprise I was soon to bestow upon him. I typed out the next message with careful thought on how I could play this out.

-Ugh me too. Can I ask a big favour?

-Anything.

My fingers hovered over my phone; It's lucky he's so willing to do things for me.

-I'm sending some luggage over to New York early because I can't take it with me all at once, it's gonna arrive in terminal 16 today, could you pick it up for me? I'll collect them from your place when I get there next week.

-Of course, what time to I need to pick it up?

-About an hour, give or take. Don't go rifling through my underwear

-Well see now you've put the thought in my head, I'm not gonna be able to resist

I stifled a quiet giggle on the plane and clutched the phone to my chest; in less than an hour I would be in his arms, and he had no fucking idea.

-

My heart thudded harder as I walked through the terminal; I wanted to spot him before he spotted me. It soared happily when I realised where he was, sat on seats next to the baggage claim and watching the bags crawl round. Hopefully that meant he had no suspicions about of my early arrival.

His hair was sticking up in all directions, wearing an old fleetwood mac t shirt and sweatpants as if he had just woken up. He probably had; it was 1am here.

I crept around him, lightly tapping on his shoulder.

"Hola, Pedrito," I said loudly, my grin widening. He spun round immediately at the sound of my voice and jolted with shock.

"Holy shit!" His eyes lit up as he darted around the seat and ran into me, his strong arms tight around my waist and pushing me into his chest. While laughing in disbelief, he spun me round in the air and I giggled at his reaction.

"How did you- I don't-" he stuttered and held me at arms length, eyes sliding over to the baggage claim and back to me. I waited for it to click, biting my lip under my grin.

"Ohhh, I get it. Best surprise ever," he hooked my hair behind my ear and smiled into a kiss.