Can I Go Where You Go? - Pablo Gavi

Chapter 4: Live A Little

I'm leaning into the mirror to put my earrings in when I hear Gavi walk into the bathroom. I don't look up from the mirror, focusing on forcing these silver butterflies into the holes in my ears that have mostly closed up. Since I can't wear jewelry while playing futbol and earrings are hard to get in I tend to not wear them very often.

"You look gorgeous," he says as I finally get the second earring in.

I look up in the mirror and see him lean his back against the doorframe; not dressed to go out. He's still in clothes from earlier. 

I turn around. "Are you not ready to go?" I ask, a little exasperated; it's not unusual for him to wait until the last minute to get ready, but I was clear we cannot be late today. Putting earrings in was my last step in getting ready. My make up is done and I'm already wearing a sparkly white shirt paired with a Barca blue short skirt and glittery silver heels, meaning I'm ready to go.

He pushes himself off the doorframe. "Relax mi amor, all I have to do is change." He passes me and collects the clothes he set out on the counter earlier.

"We were supposed to meet the others in the lobby five minutes ago," I tell him, hurrying to stray some perfume on myself. 

He starts to change his clothes as I scold him. "So?"

"So we've gained a reputation as the late couple." It has gotten increasingly worse over the years; at first it was only him making us late and me trying to get him out the door on time. However I started getting used to not leaving on time and he has rubbed off on me. Now we are late for absolutely everything aside from games and practices which we are dangerously on time for.

He pauses. "To be fair we are always late."

I cross my arms. "You act like it's not your fault."

He chuckles, pulling his new shirt over his head. "You act like it's not half yours." He nods at the sink. "You were only ready two minutes ago." I glare at him half heartedly. He only chuckles again, piling his worn clothes on the counter before coming over to me in his white t-shirt and black jeans. He rests his hands on my waist. "Is this how you want to celebrate our win today? Because unlike the team dinner, we don't have to go. And honestly I don't want to go if you're going to be in a bad mood."

I fake pout and he tilts his head to the side. I return my face to its neutral expression and stand up straight. "Yes I want to go, it'll be fun. I'm actually a little excited." This tournament has been a lot of stress and today should be a night of fun to catch up with some players I haven't seen in a while.

He smiles. "Good to hear." He removes his hands from my waist and we head for the door. He grabs his jacket and wallet that holds our hotel key and we head out.

The others are waiting for us in the hotel lobby. Pedri is seated next to Sophia on a couch, checking his watch. Instead of sitting on the other couch, Lily and Alana stand beside them. Pedri looks exhausted and not in the mood to go to a party, but it's clear by her outfit that Sofia is excited to go and begged Pedri to come with us. Back in the day looking out for Gavi would have been reason enough to come, but Gavi has grown so much in the last few years and can take care of himself now.

When they spot us Sofia jumps off the couch and Pedri rises slowly.

"Hey guys," I say, holding onto Gavi's arm.

"We said we were meeting ten minutes ago," Pedri says as we start for the limo. Apparently the fancy ride is in celebration of the win.

"Pedri it's fine," Sofia whispers, "they're here now."

"Yeah well I want to leave by midnight," Pedri grumbles. His curfews are almost never followed, even by him as he begins to enjoy the party.

I slide into the limo behind Sofia and Pedri.