AUGUST - pablo gavi

six // congrats ??

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THIRD PERSON POV;

as they got into the car, ready to go to the ballon d'or ceremony, isabella hernández's stomach felt like a cage of butterflies had been opened in her stomach.

she was excited though. she was excited to see jude bellingham; which was something she never thought she'd ever say before.

gavi's eyes were steadfastly fixed on isabella, captivated by her beauty that seemed to radiate effortlessly; unknown to isabella, gavi longed to capture the essence of her charm, as if attempting to preserve it for eternity.

the car stopped in front of the venue, isa got out of the car first, then pedri, then gavi and then ale. the cameras clicked loudly and the lights almost took isa out, but when she could see clearly again, there stood jude bellingham.

as jude caught sight of isa, a surge of emotions coursed through him, causing his heart to pause in awe. the sight of her was breathtaking, with her radiant beauty captivating his every sense.

lost in the moment, jude watched as isa's eyes lock with his, her expression mirroring the profound joy that mirrored his own. time seemed to stand still as she ran towards him, her excitement palpable in every step.

without hesitation, isa leaped into his waiting arms, enveloping him in an embrace that showed the depth of their connection. overwhelmed with affection.

gavi's jaw clenched with a mix of jealousy and annoyance as he looked at isa and jude. it puzzled him how they seemed so familiar despite having only known each other for a mere day. it wasn't just their comfort in each other's presence that bothered him; it was the way they effortlessly shared inside jokes, finishing each other's sentences as if they had been friends for years.

it pricked at gavi's insecurities, making him question his own connection with isa. why was their bond seemingly overshadowed by this sudden connection between isa and jude?

isa and jude began to walk on the carpet together, getting about a million photos together. and when it was time for isa to get photos on her own, jude was bowing playfully from the side and isabella curtsied with a laugh.

"isa!" xavi's voice called and although isa was speaking with jude, she spun around. "come on a barça photo." xavi added.

with a huff, isabella walked back to her dad, pedri, ale, gavi and jonatan. she put on a fake smile for the picture and then was stuck taking a picture with gavi.

as she turned around, gavi grabbed onto isa's wrist, "are you not staying with us?" gavi asked.

"no," she answered, "i'm going with jude."

in that moment, gavi came to acknowledge that in isa's perspective, he would forever remain a runner-up to jude, never being seen as an equal, but rather reserved to a position below him.

this realization left gavi with a sense of feeling like a second choice, constantly overshadowed by jude's presence. the feeling was like being one step below, always striving to measure up but never quite reaching the same level of importance.

as isa stepped away from gavi and back to jude, her eyes couldn't contain the sheer joy radiating through her. a smile adorned her face, stretching from ear to ear, it was a smile so exuberant, as if jude had gifted her not only the moon and the stars but an entire galaxy of happiness.