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Gavi - Love Of My Life Part 3

I wake up to the sound of dishes being clattered against each other. I feel a pounding in my head, almost like I'm hungover.

I look beside me, staring at the Gavi sized space in my bed. Memories of last night come back in a flood.

Every inch of my body feels butterflies at the thought. The way that he touched me, the feeling of his bare chest beneath me, the way that he made me his own.

I thought my heart belonged to another, but maybe it was his the whole time. I get out of bed, making my way to the kitchen, to find a shirtless Gavi attempting to make breakfast.

"Good morning princess," he says with a cheery smile, as he comes over kissing the top of my head.

"You cook?" I ask, looking at the mess of dishes next to the stove.

"There was an attempt. Maybe you could try and salvage this," he replies laughing, guiding me into the kitchen.

We sit in silence, eating what appeared to be edible.

"We shouldn't do this anymore," I blurt out, catching us both off guard.

"Why?" He asks, putting his coffee down.

"Did you forget that I have a boyfriend?"

"No, but I think you might have," he replies with a smirk.

"He's your best friend Pablo, this ends here." I reply bluntly.

"I've loved you for almost ten years, I'm not letting go of you this easily," he replies, taking my hand in his.

I feel tears forming in my eyes, hating the situation I've gotten myself into. He's right. As much as I want to put this in the past, I felt something with him that I never thought possible. I don't think that I'll be able to let go off him that easily either.

"I can't hurt him like this," I reply. "We can't hurt him."

"Let's make a deal. Let me prove this to you," he begins. I look at him with questioning eyes, knowing that there's nothing to prove.

"It's us y/n, it's always been us. Maybe Pedri was just how we were meant to find each other again."

I shake my head in disapproval. I do love Pedri. He doesn't deserve to be used like this, by both of us.

"Please y/n. I can't lose you again."

As much as I wanted to refuse Gavi, I just couldn't. We lasted a whole hour before lips found their way back to each other's.

...

It's been nearly a month, and Gavi and I haven't put our antics to bed. We've spent almost every single night together since. Whether it's just staying in to watch a movie, or going somewhere quiet for a date, we've been inseparable.

Every second that I'm with him, I feel like I'm alive again. He makes me happier than I've ever been and that's what hurts me the most.

I hate the sneaking around, but going behind Pedri's back is unbearable. Every time that I look into his eyes, every time that I'm near him, I can't help but wish he was Gavi instead.

I've tried to end things with him, or at least come out and be honest with him. But every time that I try, he reminds me of why I fell for him in the first place. I do love him, but he's not Gavi.

Pedri and I have barely spent any time together this past month and he thought we needed a date night. He wanted to go out somewhere, but I begged for something quiet at home.

I plan on telling him tonight when I go over to his place. I'm not sure if it's even a good idea, but the guilt is killing me.

As soon as I get there, I'm already hit by a wave of emotion just from looking at him. The way that he treats me and takes care of me, makes this so much harder. Why does he have to be so perfect?