Home is Where the Heart is - Pablo Gavi

Chapter 43: One Last Day

I wake up Sunday morning, my head pounding, glad we don't have a game today. It is more likely I would pass out on the field then play well. From what I can remember, yesterday was so much fun and well worth this pain. Still the thought does little to cushion my headache.

"Drink this," Gavi says, handing me a glass of water from where he stands beside my side of the mattress. He's all dressed and looks good, as if he had a great night's rest and was not out partying the night before. It makes me wonder if he drank as much as I thought he did.

I take the glass from Gavi and sit up. "Thanks." The cup is chilled against my skin and as I bring it to my lips so is the water. It sooths my dry throat.

The doorbell rings downstairs and Gavi's quick to go answer the door, as if he's expecting someone. "I'll be right back," he tells me as he hurries from the room. I chug half the glass of water before he dashes back into the room with a bag of take out. "I ordered us some breakfast."

"No home made waffles today?" I tease, taking the bag he hands me and peaking inside.

He smiles, joining me back down on the bed. "Not today."

"Breakfast tacos?" I exclaim, pulling them out of the bag.

"Yep," Gavi says proudly. He knows exactly how to win my heart. I hand him one and take one out for myself. We both start eating when he asks, "Do you remember a lot from last night?"

I shake my head. "Is there something I should remember from last night?" As fun as I remember it being it's probably best if nobody recalls what happened last night. I do not trust myself while drunk.

He swallows another bite of his taco before saying, "Unless you count our karaoke number."

I scrunch my nose. "We didn't."

"Oh we did." He looks so happy as I laugh along with him, embarrassed even though I don't personally recall the memory. Once we calm down he continues, "There was one other thing." He glances up at me, clearly hesitant.

"What is it?" I ask, setting my half eaten taco down. I have a feel this is going to be worse than the karaoke.

Gavi sets his taco down as well, wiping his fingers on a napkin. "Last night when I was putting you to bed you kept apologizing," he explains.

"For what?" I ask. What have I done that I felt like I needed to apologize to him for?

"Not knowing whether or not you were leaving."

Oh.

Gavi takes hold of my hands. "Look, Isla I know your flight leaves in two days if you do decide to go, but there's no pressure to decide right now, not from me at least."

I throw my head back but keep hold of his hands. "I don't know what I'm going to do." This decision has been eating me up.

"That's what you were saying last night."

I lift my head to look at him. "I don't want to leave you."

"You said that too."

I gulp. I want to cry thinking about it. How am I ever going to make this decision?

"I have a proposition for you," Gavi says, adding a small swing to our interlocked hands.

"Lets hear it," I tell him, knowing I have no better ideas.

"You and me we have a great day, we forget about this decision and go on with what we would do if it didn't exist. Our one last day. You make the decision tomorrow and that way you'll have time to say goodbye to everyone if need be."