Gavi 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.
The world cup is approaching, and Spain has qualified. Both Gavi and Pedri are on the team, so they are both going to Qatar for the world Cup to represent our country. I couldn't be prouder for how far my brother has come.
I signed up for Barca's women's team after Xavi saw me training late one night and told me that I had some great skills that they needed. Two weeks later, I signed a contract and quit my job. Being a lawyer is exhausting.
Anyway, me and Gavi have been getting really close lately. It's been two months since I first met him, and I kinda have a crush on him. I don't know if he likes me or not, as he's been giving me mixed signals.
Pedri was bringing my friend, Sierra, to Qatar, so Gavi invited me to go with him. The only problem was that the club only payed for the players, so I would have to share a room with Gavi, or not go.
These were one bedroom rooms, (Classic, ik) so we would have to share a bed. I don't really mind, as this could help me see whether he likes me or not.
We are leaving tomorrow, so the boys have just come home from practice to come and pack their suitcases. It's really hot in Qatar, so I packed most of my summer stuff; we were going to be there a while.
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(my suitcase)
Mu suitcase was filled to the brim, yet I still managed to pick it up and carry it out to the car. As I was about to take it outside and put it into the car boot, Gavi ran up to me.
'Hey, Y/N. This is for you to wear, you know, for our games'
He handed me a Spain top and winked at me.
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He looked up at me, waiting for a reaction. I smiled at him and jumped on him, thanking him over and over. I was about to kiss him, our faces mere centimetres apart. Just then, I heard Pedri's voice. He quickly dropped me, and I shoved his shirt into my bag.
Pedri looked at us suspiciously a she grabbed my bag off of me.
'What were you two doing?'
'Nothing, just chatting.'
With one last look, he left the room. Why did he come in when he did?
