see you later // Pablo Gavi

Chapter 99

~ Author's Note ~

I know that picture is edited, like very obviously because of the heart, but man, he's so lovely, I can't not put that. I also wonder about that picture because I always wonder why he's pointing up.

I wonder about strange things.

Okay, also, guys for the encouragement to keep writing when I don't feel confident about my story. I think I'm just kind of in disbelief sometimes of how a story of mine can have so many reads when I literally just write for the love of it and

Well, and the love of Pablo Gavi.

As you read it for the love of Pablo Gavi.

Unless you don't???

Which would be strange.

Anyway, there I go again, getting off track in a long author's note, classic me moment.

I just want to add one more thing:

Pedri.

Just, uh, let's take a moment to honor him.

We miss you, Pepi.

<33

Take a moment to gaze upon him before we get back to the chapter.

We miss you Pedri you're so handsome <33

Anyway, back to the story.

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄, 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄. I wouldn't know, since I'm the one falling asleep first, but I'm sure I fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

Despite our long night, we both just naturally wake up pretty early. When I wake up, it is around 5:30 A.M., and we're still in the same position, his body up against mine. I can hear by the soft breathing in my ear that he is awake, but relaxed.

We lay there a while in silence, just knowing each other's awake presence. Probably about fifteen minutes after I wake up, though, Pablo whispers in my ear, "I'm so sorry, Ember. I'm so sorry."

"What do you mean?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

"I shouldn't've left you there by yourself last night. The truth is, you are beautiful. You really are. And with the way you were dancing in the middle of the floor..." His voice gets a little dreamy for a moment, before he continues, "you know, the eyes of many were on you. I was stupid to leave you alone. I should have known someone would... do that. I feel awful," he squeezes me tighter. "I have a job to love you and keep you safe, and I failed, and you went through a lot last night, and I'm so f***ing sorry."

"No, love," I sigh, shaking my head. "Why do you always blame yourself? Not everything is because of your mess-up. I see you on the pitch, too. You'll hit the grass, on your knees, and you look so angry with yourself... When you have to realise, you may have messed up, but other people did, too, otherwise no goal would have been made. Do you get what I'm saying? I should've been smart, actually. I should not have danced like that in front of so many people, as a girl with a boyfriend. Of course I was dancing... for you, and you only, but nobody else f***ing knew that. I... I shouldn't have done that, and then let you walk away from me. I should have been smarter. I should have walked away from that son of a b**** the moment he started talking to me, but I didn't, because I thought I could handle it on my own, but I obviously couldn't. So it's me, love. I made a mistake."

He sighs as well. "Maybe it was just one big mess-up of a night. Maybe it's nobody's fault but that God-forsaken guy who did that to you."

"Yeah," I mutter. "Maybe so..." although I don't agree. I could have done things to protect myself before it got so far where I was in a position where I couldn't. I just didn't. I wait a few seconds, before saying, "Thanks for taking me home and comforting me and..." to my surprise, with no warning, tears flood my eyes, but don't fall, but my voice cracks as I say, "being... such a... protective... perfect... Pablo, thanks for... being you."

He smiles, leaning his head near my eye, whispering, "Love, don't cry. I don't like your tears. And your welcome. For always and forever, I will do that for you. It's my job."

I nod, sniffing away the tears.

He waits a few seconds, before muttering, "I have to mention the elephant in the room, though."

"What is that?"

"That I f***ing punched that guy ten times, despite Pedri's protests and the fact that you were sitting on the floor in tears."

"Pablo!" I find myself suddenly laughing. "After what he f***ing did to me, that was amazing."

"Huh?" he asks in surprise. "But... I punched him ten times."

"Yeah, ten times! Pablo, I don't think you understand the difference between this and punching Ferran. First off, with Ferran, there was... blood. At that time, you had no idea I have an issue with that. Now you do. This time, you didn't draw a single bit of blood, and I fully believe you did that because you were keeping your promise to me. Because you're amazing. So there was no blood, for one. For two, freaking Ferran Torres didn't do what this guy did, Pablo. You can't even compare the two! Ferran just said some nasty boy-ish words that upset me that were a bit immature. And Ferran is your teammate. Of course I was mad about you doing that to Ferran! But this guy? A complete stranger who touched me despite knowing I have a boyfriend? I give you f***ing full rights to destroy a person like that."

I listen to him chuckle in my ear, feeling his stomach against my back, and he says, "Oh, okay, thanks for the permission."