His daughter // Pablo Gavi

Thirty eight

2022

Isabel currently sat in her dad drive way. After Pablo denying to leave her alone for a minute, even after multiple times of asking, even going back into her apartment in home for him to stop, they broke out into a argument and she left him there. She knew a part of her was being petty, he apologized and just wanted to make sure she was okay. But she's mad. She mad at him because she had asked multiple times to not close the door. She's mad at him because all she wanted was to be left alone and he didn't do it. She's mad at him because even after she explained her feelings to him multiple times, he still didn't understand and called her petty and sensitive and it simply brewed arguments where both of them said things they didnt mean.

"you're being sensitive and petty, Amor"

"I'm being sensitive and petty? You locked me in a closet when you knew I have claustrophobia, Pablo! Do you think I'm lying about it?" Her voice raises slightly, as she standing in the hall way staring at her boyfriend in the kitchen in disbelief.
"I said I'm sorry! What more do you fucking want? Me to recite a whole apology letter to you?" He response starting to get irritated with her.
"That's not the point Pablo, my point is, that I ask you to not do something then you keep doing it. and it's not just today. You've done it so many times and it's getting on my nerves. Can you not just respect what I want." she says sternly.
Pablo rolls her eyes and crosses his arms.
"Yes cause I was going to leave my girlfriend who just had a panic attack alone."
Isabel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before speaking.
"Yes! Cause that's what she asked you to do. You had locked me in a closet and I had a panic attack. I needed to be alone."

"I was just trying to help" he mutters.
Isabel stood there in shock. He doesn't get it.
"I know, but I just needed to be alone"

"okay! Damn I get it. You don't need to keep fucking repeating yourself. Just get over it" he said angrily.

Isabel shakes her head, walking to her room grabbing her bag and and keys.
"Where are you going!" Pablo yells as he follows her
"Away from here, because I don't want to be around you"  she said walking out the room.
She gets stopped by a hand gripping on to her wrist.

"No you're not" he says pulling her back.
Isabel yanks her hand from him.
"Yes I am."

Pablo follows her to the door angrily.
"You're the most inconsiderate and selfish I have ever met"
Isabel turns back and glares at him.
"Really? I am? take a reality check if you want to see who is really inconsiderate and selfish. All I've been doing is trying to explain my feelings and you've just been shutting it down." She tells him, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
Pablo takes a step closer to her to say something but she doesn't let him.

"never expected you to be such an asshole when it came to these things." She says, tears starting to fall down her face before walking out the door, closing it in his face.

She sat in her parked car, her dad wasn't home and she wasn't expecting to stay long so she just sat in her car crying out of anger and frustration. She felt bad for what she said to him but he was being a dick.
She hiccups as she takes deep breathes trying to calm down her crying.
today has been just a shit day

Isabel looks at her phone, it was currently 8 pm she had been sitting in her dads driveway for an hour, thinking.
She pulls down the sun visor and pulls out some emergency make up wipes she has, and takes off her remaining makeup.

She sighs looking at her appearance. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose, lips and cheeks had a red tint from all the crying.
She puts the visor up and starts the car.
He probably left for dinner with his family.

She starts making her way to her home. She had to go home. Her and Pablo leave to France for the Ballon d'or tomorrow at noon. She might be mad at him but it's a special event for him and she wouldn't miss it for the world.

She parks her car in its usual spot, getting out and making her way up to her apartment.

Opened the door, see she's that all the lights are off. She walks to the kitchen, flipping on the lights. Lighting up the living room as well before walking back to the front door

She takes off her shoes, placing them in a small closet she has for coats and shoes.
She walks to her room, wanting nothing more but to get ready to go to bed, but stops at the sight of a lump in it.
She flips on her lamp to get perfect view of Pablo laying in her bed passed out.
Her heart pained when she see the dry tear stains on his face.
She reaches over, grabbing her blanket and placing it on top of him, before turning off the lap and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

She goes to a closet, pulling out a extra blanket and pillow and going to the couch.
She drops her stuff off then heads back to the restroom to do her routine the back to the living room.

She turns off the lights, walking over to the couch, she plugs in her phone then starts getting as comfortable as she could, then tries her best to fall asleep.
As petty as it might sound, she wasn't going to apologize first.

They're only kids in love after all, nothing could be perfect.