Mónica's POV
"You look so good in that bikini".
I giggle again. "You've told me 5 times at least since I got out of the room".
"Not enough times, then. Sorry about that. I'll do better".
I shake my head and put on my sunglasses. The sun is finally here.
"Remember the first time you saw me wearing a bikini?"
"You mean the day I confirmed I was in love with you but that ended with my heart broken? I might, yeah".
"I didn't mean to bring up the sad part".
"It's ok. I think about that day a lot. The good parts".
"Yeah?", I think about it a lot too.
He turns on his sunbed so he's facing me.
"Yes. When I finally got to see you wearing the bikini, I almost passed out. I don't think you fully understand how beautiful you are".
"I know I feel it when I'm with you".
And right now that's even more true than ever.
"Good", he says, nodding. "But that wasn't even the best part of the day. When you asked me to kiss you...".
"You almost passed out again?"
He laughs. "Sort of. But that wasn't the best part either".
"We are running out of moments to be the best part, Pablo".
"The best part was having you there with me when my friends arrived. Only Pedri knew about the contract and even he was telling me he could tell how I felt about you. But the others didn't know and it felt...real. They accepted you right away because you were my girl and it was all real for a couple of hours".
"Did you sit in front of me because of them? I wondered at the time".
"I didn't even know where I sat until I was there for a couple of minutes. I just had to be next to you and my body moved on its own".
He takes my hand to place a kiss there and then keeps on holding it.
"When you touched my hair, it felt real. When you were sitting between my legs, it felt real. When you kissed me after I just kissed your cheek because I was afraid of making you uncomfortable in front of the boys...it felt too real not to be. I thought that was the moment for us. But...yeah".
He laughs sadly and I squeeze his hand.
"It was real. Too real probably. And that's why I overreacted so much. My feelings were all over the place after being so close to you all that time".
"Yes, I've been told I have that effect on people".
"Oh my God", I roll my eyes but he doesn't let go of my hand.
We stay in the sunbeds, enjoying the lovely weather until mister I can't sit still gets up.
Gavi's POV
"Let's go to the water!"
"I don't really want to. You can go".
"Come ooooon! I want to go with you".
Mónica takes her sunglasses off to look at me. I know she struggles to say no to me when I use the puppy eyes and the pout.
"Can you wait five minutes? I'm half asleep".
"I'll take you there", I say, turning my back to her and touching my back.
I can hear her laugh and she jumps on my back so I can take her to the sea like that.
When we are almost there, I feel one of her legs slipping from my grasp because of how sweaty my hands are.
"Sorry, I got you".
But she moves to go down instead.
"Did I hurt you?", I ask, worried I might have when I caught her leg to avoid her fall.
"No, sorry if I'm too heavy".
Not this...
"It was the sweat in my hands, Mónica".
She nods, but I can't tell she's not convinced. And the way she's putting her arms on her stomach tells me all I have to know.
I let her get inside the sea, and when the water reaches her waist, I hug her, taking her hands from her stomach and putting mine there instead.
"Don't listen to stupid comments, my love. You're perfect".
"But they are right. I put on some weight because of that medicine I took".
"Who cares? Would you rather be in pain than slightly bloated?"
"You don't have to see articles written about how you look pregnant, Pablo".
"Actually, your dad sent me the first one with some threats. What's his obsession with me impregnating you? I mean, I plan on doing that in the future but a distant future".
My joke, based on reality, doesn't have the effect I hoped for.
"Moni...".
Not knowing what else to say, I just hug her and let her hide her face in my neck so she can cry. I would like nothing more than to kick those assholes that write those things about her.
"And now I'm ruining our holidays because I'm a crybaby".
"You aren't ruining anything, Mónica. Stop saying that. How many times have you put up with me because I was angry after a bad match?"
"It's different".
"It isn't. I'm here for you, always. Being there only for the good moments is a bit lazy".
I can finally see a small smile.
"You know. I don't know what it's like to have my weight debated in stupid gossip magazines but you know how everyone has an opinion about me on and off the pitch. And I have learnt to ignore it. Because why should I care more about their opinion than yours?"
"It still hurts".
"Where? I'll kiss it better!"
"Well...it isn't just one specific place", she teases.
"Let's get to work, then".
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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...
