Monica's POV
Barça won 3-0 and now I'm waiting to play taxi driver for my "boyfriend" who can't drive. At least he'll be in a good mood after scoring, I guess.
"Hey!"
"Hi. Congrats on the win and...umm, the goal. I heard people say it was really good?"
He laughs at my comment. Well, to me it just looked like a normal kick. I don't know.
"Thank you. What's the plan again?"
"I'll drive you to your place so people can see us leave together and then I'll go back to mine".
"Cool, thanks for driving me home".
Yes, he is in a good mood after a win. Good to know.
We go to my car and I don't waste any time leaving. I just want this to be over with because of how much the press will bother us. But of course, it's not as easy.
Now that we have made our relationship "public", there is so much attention directed at us. My parents took it quite well, given that I've never even told them about boys I liked before.
"You don't have to stop for the fans but, you know, they appreciate it. Especially the kids".
His words bring me back to the day we were allowed out of the academy to sign autographs for the fans. I couldn't believe the number of people who were there for us. And I remember the kids crying when they thought they weren't going to get to say hello to all of us.
"I don't mind", I say, driving slower and allowing Pablo to attend to his fans.
Many of them talk to me too and I try to not let it show how nervous I am seeing the amount of paparazzi that are starting to surround the car.
"You should leave", says one of the girls that got her shirt signed. "The vultures are here".
"She's right. Let's go".
With a final wave, Pablo rolls the window up and I start driving.
It's not easy, given how many photographers are in front of us. And how many are using flash which blinds me while I'm driving. Idiots.
When I think we've left them behind, I notice there are cars following us. And more flashes coming out of them.
"What are they doing?", asks Pablo, looking out of the window.
"Has this ever happened to you before?"
"No, never. I'll call Saúl to see if he can do something".
And while he does, I can only hold the steering wheel tighter, trying to control the anxiety creeping into me.
Gavi's POV
"I'll call their agencies to tell them to back off. Be safe, please".
"Mónica has it under control, don't worry".
I see her looking at me while I hang up the phone. She doesn't have this under control, but there is no point in making her more nervous.
"Why are they doing this?", she whispers.
"Anything for a photo, I guess".
When she doesn't respond, I look at her again and see how stiff she looks. Her chest is rising really fast too.
"Mónica, you need to breathe, ok? We'll probably lose them in a bit and then it'll be fine".
But she's not listening. I don't think she can listen to anything in her state.
Another flash blinds me and I notice the car doing a strange move. Of course, they are blinding her too. These people are insane.
When I notice the car that took that photo getting closer, I roll my window down.
"What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to kill us? Stay away from our car".
But they don't listen to me.
"Look", says the driver. "She's crying. We got the headline already".
I turn to look at her and it's true, she's crying.
"You are the ones doing this. Go away right now or I'll make you cry. Understood?"
I see them backing off. Whether it is because of my threat or because they got the material they wanted already, I don't know. Or care.
"Mónica", I say, touching her thigh. "They are gone. It's ok. You can relax, ok? We'll be fine".
I wish I could do more than tell her some soothing words but what am I supposed to do?
"You're doing great. Just focus on the road and forget about everything. About everyone. Forget about me too, you'll like that".
Her little chuckle makes me smile.
"Let's play some music. You can sing for me".
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her looking at me taking my phone to connect it to her car.
"I don't think you want to hear me sing now".
"I want you to be ok. This will distract you. Please, trust me".
She nods and I start playing one of the songs on my favourite playlist.
A couple of minutes later, we stop at a traffic light and I can tell Mónica is doing a lot better. She has been singing and her breathing went back to normal. She was even blushing at some of the lyrics she had to sing.
I can't help but stare at her while she waits for the green light to drive again. I don't know what possesses me to do it but I touch her cheek softly. That makes her turn to me and I can only smile at her.
"You did great out there. Might have to think about switching careers. The fast and the furious franchise is waiting for you".
Her laugh is such a welcome sound after seeing her cry.
When she's about to start driving again, I notice someone in the car next to ours was filming us. My expression turns sour but the guy just puts his hands up and tells the driver to turn the opposite way.
That was the most genuine moment Mónica and I have shared since we met...and some asshole had to ruin it. I hate this.
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