never fall for brown eyes // Pedri

chapter 68

When I finally make it to the locker rooms, Pedri is nowhere to be found. Luckily Ferran tells me that he has to attend a press conference because he was 'the player of the match' or something. I thank him and run towards the room where the boy that I love is. I sneak into the press conference room that is already packed with journalists and camera crews. I find the last empty chair on the back of the room where no one can see me. I'm excited to see what kind of question they ask players after the game. Pedri played so well and I already have plans on how to celebrate with him. Those plans involve a lot of kissing and cuddling. I can't believe Spain made it into the finals!

The press conference begins and I see my star player taking a seat and starting to answer some questions about the game. I'm zoned off for most of the conference, because to be completely honest, I'm just staring at his beautiful face.

A little spark ignites in my body and I think my consciousness is coming to a realisation. I've never felt this way about anyone else and I do really like Pedri. The past few weeks have been some of the best in my whole life. Although that realisation is scary and makes me want to bolt out of the door, it's also calming. I don't have to keep lying to myself anymore about my feelings or how much I actually enjoy spending time with him.

"-And I think the whole team is in the best form it has ever been. So yes, I think we have good chances of winning the final. But I know for sure it's not going to be easy," Pedri answers a question and pops me out of my thoughts.

Another journalist raises his hand to ask a question and someone brings him a microphone. He looks like one of those sly reporters who are not interested in the sport itself but the drama surrounding it.

"I'm sure you're aware of the rumours circulating around your teammate Gavi, about him dating someone. There's also some rumours that you've been seen with a young woman yourself. So my question is, is there any truth to the rumours about you? Are you dating anyone at the moment and how is it affecting your playing?" The journalist asks and the whole room goes dead silent.

Pedri just stares at the journalist with an uncertain look and I'm full on panicking. Why would they ask something like that, it has nothing to do with today's match. Although I have to admit, I'm curious to hear how he's going to dart the question.

"I don't see how this is a relevant topic for this press conference. I'm giving my career full focus and I have no time for gossip like these. The girl these rumours are talking about must have been a fan or something. But as I've said before, I'm not dating anyone nor am I planning to in the future. Football is too important for me to mess it up for something temporary," Pedri answers and just shrugs.

He's showing no emotion while my heart is dropped on the floor. I swear I can hear it shatter into a million pieces and scatter around the press conference room. So he's not even planning on dating me, ever. I'm just something temporary for him. I feel like I'm going to be sick.

All the journalists go crazy and raise their hands to ask more questions while I dart out of the room. I feel like I'm going to throw up. How can he say that behind my back while telling me how good he feels with me?

I make it to the nearest trash bin before throwing up all the things I've eaten today. What a freaking plot twist it would be if I were pregnant. But no need to worry, that's not the case. I'm just feeling sick over all the lies I've swallowed and told myself. He never cared about me and this all has meant nothing to him.

A woman, who could be around my mother's age, walks over to me and lifts my hair from my face to hold them while I hurl my guts out. When I'm finally done and tears are the only thing coming out, I raise my head to look at her.

"Ay querida, ¿Estás bien?" she asks me with the most motherly voice I've ever heard. I just burst out crying even more and she pulls me in for a hug and offers me a napkin.

"Sí, lo siento. Estoy bien, gracias," I try to offer her a smile that tells her that I'm okay but I just end up looking like a sad little puppy. Even random ladies feel bad for me now, wow my life is so great and not pathetic at all..

She offers me another napkin and an apologetic smile. I thank her for everything and leave. I need to get out of here as fast as I can. I'm not staying here and be humiliated like this.