𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+) || 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈

Chapter 1

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Gavi rubbed his shaky hands together in a horrible attempt to mask the nervousness consuming him, as he nodded mindlessly at the pleasantries Laporta engaged in. His knees bounced up and down in abrupt shaky movements ,while he released shallow breaths in quick succession, unable to stop the ringing in his ears from all the excitement coursing through his veins.

For as long as he could remember, all he'd ever wanted was to be in the Blaugrana colours, representing the club of his dreams as a part of the first team.

He had grown up in La Masia; being the son of a midfield legend at the time had easily gotten him into the children's academy. But even at the tender age of just three, every coach and trainer could easily tell that the boy had talent, that he wasn't just another entitled son of a professional footballer entrusted into the academy through his father's connections.

Suffice it to say, Gavi had never struggled to impress anyone; people immediately fell in awe of his natural talent and charm on the field, every movement, every touch seemed so effortless and clean. His style of play was a delight to the audience.

And perhaps it was ironic, or some may even call it pitiful but the only person the young boy ever wanted to impress was his father, and yet despite all the so called talent he possessed, despite what his coaches proclaimed, regardless of the multiple articles on him...He couldn't... no matter what he did, or how he played, he was never 'enough'.

Pablo knew the reason all too well,  and yet he had always swallowed down that thought, drowning it with every other reason imaginable but it was inevitable.

'Its because I'm an Omega.." he'd whisper to himself in the dead of night as tears slid down his cheek and seeped into the pillows underneath. The stabbing pain in his heart caused by his inability to change a part of him he was assigned with at birth...

And for some twisted reason, Pablo could never bring himself up to disagree with his father's opinions, always so pliant and obedient; even questioning his own skills just because the man said so. He held on to his father's every word as though a hanging branch of which, if he let go, he'd fall a thousand miles into the unknown dark abyss .

And it had been the same father's heartless decision to send his teenage son alone to a country whose language he couldn't even speak! Gavi had arrived at Manchester United just 15 years old- wide eyed, clutching tight onto his suitcase, soaking in innocence and fear just to 'prove himself'...

Prove himself, not to the world, not the coaches, not even the fans... But to his own father.

To show him that he went beyond the 'Hernandez' name and pride, beyond his father's far reaching influence in Spain.

And he'd succeeded so successful at the English club that every European giant sang his name all summer for the transfer window that year and fate had played a game of its own, bringing him back to Barcelona.

Bringing him back home...

"-and we can't wait to see you unravel your full potential and  reach your peak at this club."  Laporta's melodious voice interupted his train of thoughts.

"Thank you very much for the opportunity, Sir." The young talent replied in a civil tone, fiddling with his fingers.

"Thank 'you' Gavira for joining us once again." He spoke, reaching out his hand for the young Catalan to shake, "Now, your father will be waiting for you outside and you can meet the rest of the team."  Laporta's wide smile made his eyes crinkle in delight.