Sure Thing • Gavi

Chapter 11: We Go From Here

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A door was opened and light streamed into the room I was sleeping in.
"Fuck off!" I shouted and threw a pillow into the doorway.
"Ok, you're that kind of morning person. When do you have to be at work?" Pablo asked and I turned around to see why he was talking to me. This was not my bed and these were not my clothes.
"What happened last night?" I asked and tried to recollect the bits and pieces I recalled.
"In all honesty, I think it's better if I don't tell you. It's 7.30 now." he said and walked away.

I looked down at what I was wearing. A white FC Barcelona shirt and... nothing. Great, he had probably seen my in my underwear. I stood up and walked to the kitchen where I heard some plates clattering.
"I'm so sorry for everything I said last night. I don't remember every word, but thank you for picking me up and taking care of me" I said sincerely.
He shrugged. "Sure"
"Ok, I'll just... pack up my stuff and leave and then you never have to see me again" I said and nodded before turning around.

But in a second, he grabbed my hand and spun me around, making my chest clash his. He looked me in the eye and then he hugged me tightly.
"What if I want to see you again?" he whispered.
I sighed. "Pablo, you can't play me like this."
He nodded. "Come on, I'll drive you."

We made our way downstairs to his garage and he took the Cupra today. He threw his training bag in his trunk and sat down at the front.
"Shall I sit down in the back in case a fan sees you?" I asked.
He scoffed. "What are you 12? And mommy drops you off at school? Sit here."
He was pissed for some reason, and I don't know why. I also didn't dare to ask him.
"Office or home?" he asked.
"Well... home. It's Carrer de la Princesa 50" I replied and he tapped the address into his Maps app.
"Barceloneta, huh?" he asked and flashed me his first grin of the day. He was so hot and so cold.
I just nodded.
"Can you see the sea from your apartment?" he asked.
I shook my head. I didn't even find the words to talk to him, I was so nervous, it felt like I was 17 again and some guy had to drop me off back at my parent's after lying to them that I had a sleepover with some friends.

"Ok here is fine, thanks, bye" I said when we had turned into my street and I stumbled out of the car without looking back. I fumbled a bit with the keys before being able to unlock the door and then raced upstairs to my apartment. I immediately checked my watch and saw that I had twenty minutes to get ready. Before hopping under the shower, I searched my phone to charge it for the bit of time I had, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Then it hit me - I had put it between the car seats in the front and must have forgotten it there. Shit shit shit. I raced to the balcony of my room to see if Pablo's car was still around, but it was long gone. Since I only had 17 more minutes, I went under the shower and tamed my hair, splashed on some make-up and put on a black shift dress.

Shit, my Vespa was also still at yesterday's restaurant. And now I couldn't even call an Uber since I didn't have my phone: ok, I had to do this the old-fashioned way. I got downstairs and started walking, until a taxi crossed my way. I hailed it and told him the restaurant's address so that I would have at least my scooter back in my possession. I also already planned on asking Irene to log into my Instagram from her phone so that I could text Gavi, once again, about how to get my phone back. But luck definitely wasn't on my side this morning when I heard that Irene had called in sick this morning, no wonder with the quantity that she had drunk last night. So I would just have to wait until I got back home tonight and could login from my private computer, as I definitely didn't want to do private stuff from my work computer.

Gavi POV

I didn't even have the time to say "Goodbye" or think about something else, that she was already gone. I slammed my hands on my steering wheel and drove to the training center, where some fans were already waiting, trying to get some autographs. When I drove inside, I grabbed my phone, but I felt something strange and saw that there were two iPhones laying in between the front seats. This was definitely God's way of telling me to see her again. I'd just drive to her work after the morning session, pick her up for lunch and give her her phone back. I had a winning smile on my face when walking into the building and the locker room.

We all put on our training gear when a raging Xavi stormed inside. This was very unusual, normally we would meet him outside on the pitch for training.
"Good morning guys. I have something very serious to tell you. You all know how important this season is. Champions League, La Liga, Supercopa, we want it all. But someone here is apparently not taking this seriously. We are playing on Sunday our first game of the season guys, we have to be at the top of our game."
Everybody started looking around at everyone, trying to get a clue who Xavi was talking about.
"Gavi, can you explain to your teammates what you were doing at Bling Bling yesterday night at two in the morning and then leaving with a woman?" the coach said and pulled out his phone with some Twitter screenshots.

My teammates eyes all fell on me, they definitely hadn't expected that from me. Nightclubs, women and Gavi, they didn't know those words in one sentence.
"I was in and out in 5 minutes, I just picked someone up!" I defended myself.
"Gym this afternoon. And 5000€ into the common pod. You can be happy that I'm not excluding you from Sunday's squad. Everyone on the pitch in 5" Xavi said seriously and walked away.

As I was already dressed, I was the first one to leave the room to escape from my teammate's question. Not only would my plan of picking up Vicky for lunch fail, no, I would have to spend hours on one of the hottest days of the year inside the gym, while my mates would go to the pool for regeneration there. On top of that, I knew that I had to give 110% in training these remaining sessions to get a spot in the starting line-up on Sunday.

Obviously, I was now paired with Ilkay and Andreas, not the typical guys I usually hang out with from the squad so that my friends wouldn't have the opportunity to ask me about my female late night encounters. Those two left me alone instead and we trained for three hours until we were granted a 45 minute lunch break before I would then have to hit the gym.

In the canteen, I was immediately swarmed by Fermín, Ferran and Pedri, who looked at me expectantly, but I just stayed silent, even when we sat down together at the table.
"Come on, tell us!" Ferran blurted out and I rolled my eyes.
"It's nothing. A friend called and she was drunk, so I picked her up. You know that the fans always make up crazier stories than what reality really is" I replied.
"You'd never pick up your phone at one or two in the morning for a random girl. Who is she?" Pedri asked.
"Oh my god, it's the girl from Ibiza" Fermín exclaimed and I immediately shushed him. I really didn't need every club employee to know about my dating life, which up until now was basically non-existant anyways.
"Noooooo, the old girl?" Ferran laughed and clapped his hands.
"She's not old, she's 24" I defended her.
"Which is five years older than you. Mate, when she had her first time you were still peeing in your bed probably" Ferran joked again, but I wasn't having it.
"Stop sexualising her because of her age. She's clever and funny. That's all. And nothing happened because I told her that I have to focus on football." I said angrily.
"Did you tell her this before or after picking her up from the club?" Pedri asked.
"Before" I admitted.
"Dude, you can deny it how often you want, but... you have a thing for her and something will happen" Pedri said.