Mónica's POV
"Are you ok?"
"Yes. It wasn't as bad as people say".
His little frown makes me laugh. He's too cute.
"I meant the pain, Pablo, not you. You were perfect".
He brings me closer to him for a kiss. He's been so sweet to me...it's hard to know how to process it all.
"Has the match started?"
"Eh...", he turns to look at the time. "Still 10 minutes to go. We don't have to watch it. We can just stay here".
"No, I want to. I...I'm sorry I never took any interest in football. It's your life and you always asked about my music. I was very unfair. Even if we were just friends".
"Don't say that. You don't have to love football just because of me".
"I know. But I want to be more involved. To understand why everyone says you're so good. To be there when you want to talk about it because it's important for you".
His smile makes me respond to him with a goofy smile. I just love being the reason he's happy.
"I'll teach you then. Let's get ready for the match. Do you need some clothes?"
"I could just wear what I was wearing when I got here but...can I have another hoodie?"
My puppy eyes make him laugh.
"You can have anything you want".
"Does that include kisses and hugs?"
"Especially that".
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"What's the first thing you want to know?"
"My dad said something confusing the other day".
"What did he say?"
"That you don't play today because you got a yellow card. But I thought it was the red card that was bad".
He laughs and I blush.
"Sorry if it's a stupid question".
"It's not stupid. Red card means being sent off and missing at least one match. But accumulating too many yellows in different matches can also mean I miss a match. And that's what happened. I'm too good at collecting yellows".
"Huh. That isn't so complicated".
He laughs again, hugging me tighter. "Football isn't really that complicated. That's why idiots like me can be so good at it".
"Now it all makes sense".
I laugh and he pinches my thigh, which only makes me laugh more.
But what started as a fun match, ended up getting a little worse when Barça lost and was eliminated from the competition. I could notice Pablo talking less when the match was getting closer to the end. And when it ends, I turn to look at him and find him with his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face.
"You ok?"
"I feel guilty".
"Guilty? Why?"
"Because I should have been there helping the team", he says, and then turns his face to look at me. "But also I'm so happy I'm here with you instead. So it's double guilt. For being stupid enough to get suspended and for being selfish".
"You're too hard on yourself".
"I guess".
I caress his face with my hand and he takes it to intertwine our fingers.
"Is there something I can do to make you feel better?"
"Can you stay here tonight?"
I nod. I was hoping he would ask me. So I send a text to my parents and then go back to making my boyfriend, my now very real boyfriend, feel good.
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When it becomes real (Pablo Gavi)
FanfictionMónica's dream had always been the same: becoming a singer. It was all she wanted and after finishing second in the singing contest Operación Triunfo, she thought her dream was never going to become real. Despite being the fan favourite, she didn't...
