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Remembering - Pablo Gavi

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Name of player: pablo gavi
Name of imagine: Recalling
Name of girl: y/n

Happy or sad ending: happy

How many words: 1000-500
Happy or sad beginning: happy
General idea for short plot/story: looking back to where their love began. take place a few years in the future from present time
1st, 2nd, or 3rd person: 2nd 

platonic or romantic: romantic

You sit on the porch of your Barcelona home with Pablo, your long-term boyfriend of- what, three years already? You just had your anniversary of getting together a few days ago, you think, but neither of you are really the types to keep track of such things. Why should it matter? You love each other in all fullness every day- You don't need special days to do so.

Your thoughts are on, though, when yours and Pablo's relationship started, about three years ago. You voice your thoughts, leaning against his strong shoulder, saying, "Do you remember the night we met, after that Barcelona game, at the club?"

He smiles with a little laugh, saying, "Yeah, I sure do. Pedri was drunk out of his mind that night," he laughs more.

You laugh too, nodding. "Oh yeah. I remember. He pulled a banana out of his bag and ate the whole thing before throwing it right in Dembele's face."

"Yeah," he smiles. "You've got a good memory, for sure... I know you were sitting watching us in awe, the Barcelona fan that you were. The Barcelona fan that you are, more like."

"Yep, and then I went over to you guys, and I started flirting with the most cheesy pick-up lines."

"M-hm! And I found it so charming, too! I remember how embarrassed I felt when Araujo said as we were talking something like, 'Hey, Gavi, what's got your face looking so red tonight, huh?' He was just teasing, but do you remember how annoyed I got?"

"Yeah!" you giggle. "You were so annoyed, and I found it so adorable! I told you that I thought you were the hottest on Barcelona, and do you remember what you said? You were so cocky..."

"Yeah," he rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "I remember. I said, 'Of course you think I'm the hottest, because I am. Only someone delusional would think otherwise.'"

"Those must have been the exact words you said!"

"Yeah, I think they were!"

"And after you said that, I told you how much I liked cocky boys like you. I said arrogant guys were hot, as long as they loved me."

You watch the smile form on his face as he replies, "I wasn't so sure, but I let myself give you a shot, give you a try, and it was the best decision of my life. Well, other than maybe starting my football career. Those two might tie on the top of best things that have ever happened to me. You and football."

You smile at this comment, saying. "You don't remember what else you said to me that night, then, after we had kissed behind the building?"

He looks confused as he thinks for a second, eyebrows furrowed, before finally shaking his head. "No, I don't remember...?"

You giggle, rolling your eyes. "You held my cheeks in your hands, and I was completely charmed by your kiss, and you said to me with all seriousness, 'God, Y/n, that was amazing. You should totally be my girlfriend. Just as long as you don't get in the way of my football career, okay?'"

He laughs at himself, three years ago, before saying with a exasperated sigh, "There I go, once again. Ever since day one. Pablo Gavira has been ruining romantic moments with stupid comments since the day we met, Y/n." There is embarrassed laughter in his voice.

You smile up at him, though, and say, "Yeah, and I love that about you. So much. Your lack of charm is charming."

"That's just contradicting itself, but alright."

You wait a few heartbeats, before saying, "After that night, it all began."

"Remember how the guys were? Especially like Pedri, Dembele, and Ansu. Always teasing us. And remember how angry I got about it? Man, I got so mad, for, like, no reason at all."

"Yeah, well, that's kind of just how you were. Oh, who are we kidding, Pablo? That's kind of like how you just are, and I love it about you."

He smiles, poking your nose before kissing your forehead, saying, "You like all the strange things about me."

"It's because I like everything about you," you say, kissing the tip of his nose. "I mean, don't worry. Of course, I totally think you're also, like, hotter than hell."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure," he smiles, rolling his eyes, but he seems happy about your soft comments.

"Your anger has gotten better, though."

He looks at you in interest. "How so...?"

"Well, you don't yell at the referee anymore every other time you trip, so that's a plus!" you tease in complete honesty.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, that was kind of a problem. Now it's more like every fourth time I trip, huh?"

"Yeah, maybe so, but that's better than every other, so there!"

He smiles, shaking his head, saying, "Not sure what about my anger is attractive, but I knew from the moment I met you you were a little off-the-walls."

"Hey!" you exclaim, nudging his shoulder gently.

He smiles cheekily, which honestly is amazing. He says simply, "I think we should be getting to bed now... or soon, at least."

You giggle. "At 9:15 P.M., Pablo?"

"Oh, stop it! You know I have to get to bed earlier!"

"I know," you smile, leaning in to stroke his clean-shaven cheek, which is covered with a few brown spots of beauty marks. "You've got a big clasico tomorrow, and I'll be watching every second of it."

"Yeah," he grins as you walk inside, heading to the bedroom. "And probably you'll sit with Mikky and Sira and you'll make fun of us all like you do!"

"Aw, come on, now! We don't make fun of you guys! And even if we did, you know we love you guys! It's just friendly teasing!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he says, rolling into bed tiredly. "Night, lovely."

You smile, slipping into bed, right into his arms, and whisper back to him, "Good night. I love you."

"I love you too."

Within seconds, he's fast asleep, which is good.

He needs his beauty rest for the big match day tomorrow. 

Word Count : 1041