Pablo's POV
"I see I don't need to give you a lift today", says Pedri, pointing at Mónica, who's waiting for me by her car.
"I got a sexy driver today".
"You wound me".
I'm still laughing when I reach her. Her back is to me, and I can't resist the temptation of scaring her.
"What? Don't do that!"
"Can I have a kiss?"
"Not after that little stunt".
Her little frown is so adorable. But she still allows me to bring her closer to me so I can kiss her.
"I missed you".
"You saw me last night, Pablito".
"For like 5 seconds", I say, pouting. "I'm going to kidnap you now".
"You seem to forget I'm the one driving".
I know it's a short drive to my house but it still feels eternal. I just want to get there and spend some quality time with Mónica.
"I met your sister this morning".
"What? How?", I didn't expect her to say that.
"I asked her to meet me. Don't be mad, please".
"I'm not. But...why did you do that? I could have introduced you to her".
"I wanted to speak with her privately first".
I didn't lie. I'm not mad. Just...confused? Why would she need to talk to my sister?
"Is it girl stuff?"
"What? No. It was about your parents".
"You don't need to involve yourself in that, Mónica. It's them that have to make the effort".
"But you're hurting because of this".
I look away so she doesn't see in my eyes how much I really I'm hurting.
"Wouldn't you try to fix something if it was hurting me?"
"You know I would".
"She's going to talk to them".
I laugh drily. "Good luck to her".
A minute passes and Mónica doesn't say anything. Looking at her, I see her expression is of worry.
"Did you like my sister?"
"Yes, she was really nice".
I didn't doubt she would be, but it still makes me smile to know she treated Mónica well.
"Be honest, Pablo. Are you mad at me for doing this?"
"No, it just makes me love you even more".
"Yeah?"
I nod. And when we get to a red traffic light, I bring her face closer to me so I can kiss her. If my parents don't want to acknowledge how she is making my life so much better, it's their loss.
Mónica's POV
"I don't know what to wear".
Pablo falls on the bed, brows furrowed.
"You have so many clothes. I'm sure something will be fine".
"But you look really fancy. I don't want to embarrass you".
"Oh my God...", I fall back on the bed, next to him. And I cover my face with my hands while I laugh. "You're ridiculous. I'm just wearing a normal dress".
"You look so good".
He turns to face me and puts his head on my shoulder. His arm goes to my waist to bring me closer to him and my hand starts to play with his hair. I love his little curls.
"Can we stay here?", he murmurs against my skin.
"No, Pablo. This is the first time we get to go to a nice restaurant together. Come on. Get up and I'll pick your outfit".
I have to be the first one that moves or we'll be here all day.
"Stop pouting".
We go to his huge closet and I pick some nice trousers and a shirt. He looks good no matter what he wears, anyway.
For any other date, I wouldn't have minded cancelling. But this feels special. I've never been to a nice restaurant with a boy before. It feels like something I've been dreaming of doing for so long.
"You look happy", says Pablo when I'm just looking around with a smile on my face.
"I am happy and it's all your fault".
"Well, I'm pretty happy too and you might be the reason for it too".
I take his hand so I can hold it, but he starts to play with my fingers before he intertwines our hands.
"Mónica. Not only am I not mad at you for talking to my sister. I'm so grateful you did".
"I just felt like I had to do something".
"And I'm doing nothing. I'm hiding from my parents because I don't want them to hurt me more. But that won't solve anything".
"They love you and they'll want you back in their lives. I'm sure you'll find a way to fix this".
"And if nothing works, your parents can adopt me".
"Pablo, that would make us siblings".
"Right...I didn't think that through. Nevermind".
We both laugh and then our dinner is served.
The food is perfect and the company couldn't be better. So by the time we're back at Pablo's, our smiles have gotten even bigger than they were when we left.
"I never imagined being able to love someone this much", I tell him.
"I did. I was just waiting for you to show up so I could prove my theory was right".
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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...
