Y/N's Pov
I got to the airport and stood there with my sign. I wrote their names on it, as we wouldn't recognise each other any other way. I was nervous; what if they hated me? I was scared they wouldn't see me.
I then saw two men, one older man and one in his early twenties, step out of the tunnel. They were in sunglasses, clearly trying to hide their identities, as it was pouring it with rain outside.
The tow looked around for a short while before the older man pointed towards me and my sign. They both immediately began to run over. Oh boy, here we go.
They looked so different! I knew they would have changed, but I still hadn't prepared myself. Pedri ran to give me a hug, tears streaming down his face. He made me cry, too. After our hug, my father cleared his throat and held out his hand. I shook it.
'Hola, papá. '
(Hello, papa.)
'Grettings, niño. '
(greetings, child.)
I just nodded at him before we all climbed into the taxi that was waiting for us outside.
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Once we reached the house, I helped them unpack their bags before I got ready and headed for the door.
'¿A dónde crees que vas?'
(where do you think you're going?)
'Fuera. '
(out.)
'¿Por qué? ¿A dónde vas?'
(Why? Where are you even going?)
'Si debes saberlo, voy a patinar. '
(If you must know, I'm going skating.)
My father just sighed and watched me grab my keys. I shoved them in my bag as I slammed the door behind me. Who does he think he is? He didn't car enough to check up on us, or speak to us for what, 14 years? Now he's
'Mr. I'm an amazing parent?!'
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Gavi X Reader
أدب الهواةGavi x reader Y/N López has lived with her mum her whole life, but she ends up having to see her brother again after their mother tragically passes away.
