His daughter // Pablo Gavi

Forty three

2022

"Kick ass" Isabel tells Pablo as she kisses his cheek.
"Not actually..." she tells him.
Pablo let's out a small laugh before nodding.
Her felt over the moon to be playing but was also extremely nervous.
"you look good in my Jersey" he smiles, trying to distract himself.
Isabel thanks him before giving him one last night up.
"you're going to to amazing mi amor" she whispers In his ear.
Pablo gives her a soft kiss before handing her his phone.
"here..I don't have time to take it to my back" he says.
Isabel nods tucking it into her purse before wishing all the boys good luck and leaving to find her spot next to her boyfriend's family.

She smiles softly at them when she sits down and her a aurora were quick to start conversation about something random.
Isabel was over the moon, her heart felt like it was pounding a thousand miles per hour.
she was so excited, yet nervous.

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Isabel and aurora currently stood up holding hands tightly.
Oh my god

"GOAL" Isabel screams once the ball Pablo kicked hits the net.
"goooalll" say says again as her and Aurora cling onto each other tightly. In all honesty she felt like crying tears of happiness.
She claps and smiled widely as she watches pablo do his celebration.
Aurora had let go of Isabel to finally give her boyfriend attention after literally being clung onto her brother's girlfriend the majority of the game.

Isabel sits back down as she watches the game in front of her.
She felt so proud, he made history!
She smiles as she watches both teams run around.

ding

Isabel looks down into her purse seeing Pablo's phone light up.
She didn't think much of it until her kept getting and getting messages sent from what she could see the same person.
She looks around noticing that aurora, Javi and her parents were still very focused on the game.
She reaches into her phone tilting Pablo's screen upwards so she could get a better look.
Isabel's heart stops at the contact phone being a girl.
She looks around again at the family next to her before standing up and excusing herself to the restroom.
Isabel quickly scurries off to the nearest restroom, need a few moments of quite before doing something she'd never thought she'd have to do with Pablo.
She leans against the bathroom wall before taking out his phone and typing his password.
she swiped down to the Lock Screen now being able to read the message without actually opening them.

Isabel bites her lip, feeling her heart absolutely shatter at the messages.

4 new messages
from Lucia

Congrats on your goal!

wish I was there :(

can't believe you took that brunette instead of me

I miss you sm already 😉

Isabel quickly shuts of his phone feeling the urge to throw up.
he wouldn't? but the message. He loves me? He treats me like a princess? you can't fake that? Can you? So many questions were running through her head, she feels tears start to well up in her eyes but she quickly looks up and starts fanning them away but it didn't help.
She wipes the few tears the rolled down her face trying her best to control herself as she redid her face paint.

She walks out of the restroom, taking deep breathes as she walks back down to her spot.
Isabel didn't realize she had been gone for long. It once she got back the game had ended and the team was celebrating on the pitch.

"Hey! We were just waiting for you so we can go down, is everything alright" his mother asks, hooking her arms with the girl.
Isabel puts her best fake smile and nods.
"Yes, there was a long line" she lies.

The family and Isabel all head down to the tunnel waiting for the players to come in.
Isabel stays slightly behind the family not really looking forward to seeing him anymore.
She didn't know what to do.
Does she comfort him?
Or does she wait till the World Cup is over?
Isabel crosses her arms across her chest.
Maybe I'll ask him who she is then see what he says then leave it? For now?

Isabel was pulled out of her thinking when someone screams out her name in happiness.
"Isabel!" Pablo shouts pulling away from Javi and he rushes over to his girlfriend pulling her into a tight hug. His family saying that they'll see them at the hotel.
"Did you see my goal!" He asks excitedly.
Isabel nods at him.
"You played amazing" she tells him.
Pablo smiles widely at her, leaning down to give her a kiss. His smile falling slightly when she didn't kiss back.
"It was for you" he tells her, his smile returning to his face.
Isabel looks down before looking back at him with and smile.
"really?" She asks nothing but admiration in her eyes.
He couldn't....?
Pablo nod happily pulling her into yet another tight hug.
"Anyone for my favorite girl"
favorite girl
Isabel doesn't know what face she made, but she obviously made one and Pablo had seen it.
"is everything okay? umm...I looked for you in the stands after time was called and you weren't there" he comments, holding her by her shoulders.
Isabel nods.
"I had to use the restroom really bad, I'm sorry I wasn't there for the ending"

Pablo kisses her cheek.
"It's okay, you look a little sad though?"
Isabel wanted to roll her eyes at the boy in front of her.
she hears cheering coming from the locker rooms behind them and she uses it as an excuse.
"I'm fine, go celebrate with your team...I'll see you at the hotel" she tells him, walking away.

Pablo expression falls, as he nods slowly.
"You're not going to wait?" He whispers.
She always waits?

Isabel shakes her head.
"It's late" she shrugs not finding a better excuse.
Pablo nods slowly fidgeting with his fingers.
"oh...okay, I'll see you soon" he says quietly, walking closer for a kiss but to his surprises the girl smiles at him before turning around and walking away in a hurry.

Isabel quietly cursed herself.
So fucking smooth Isabel.
She mental smacks herself because she didn't mean to make it so obvious that she was upset but how is one supposed to act after seeing that messages she saw? She didn't want to ruin his World Cup but she needed. She needed to ask him who she was.

Isabel gets into a taxi, giving them the hotel address before she drifts off in a world of her own thoughts.

a/n: Pablo?! 🤨