Victoria and Pablo meet by chance when she has to interview him after the Nations League final 2023.
He's immediately infatuated by her, but due to a few years age difference, she only sees him as a younger friend.
Will he make it out of the friendz...
"Ok so we'll meet for lunch at my place and then we'll take the bus and metro to the stadium, the streets are going to be way too busy on Saturday" I told Irene my plans for the day of El Clasico. Pablo had been very generous and gave me, my brother and my girlfriends tickets for the game alongside his whole family and friends from home. "Perfect. Is Ana coming?" my friend asked as we were sitting in a restaurant during our lunch break. "She tried to get out of it, but in the end she's coming" I sighed, still clueless about her weird behaviour. "She's so strange, Chiara is meeting her tomorrow alone and will confront her" Irene said while rolling her eyes. "I don't think she'll find out something. At the club last week, I confronted her directly too if it had maybe something to do with Pablo but she quickly denied it" I said.
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📍 Barcelona, Catalunya, España vicky.hernandez The look I gave the burrito guy when he gave me yogurt sauce instead of guacamole 🌯
kike_hrnndz He's now in witness protection programme ireneee.grc He was just starstruck to meet 🤩 Gavi's 🤩 gf pablogavi You weren't joking when you said you owned those shoes in every colour 😧 belenhernandez The most stylish cousin and the whole family agrees 🔥
After work, I drove straight to the stadium where I met Pablo. "Shall we bet on how many more red cards I'll get this season?" he joked as we sat down on our places in the VIP box. "This is so not funny. I'm saying three." I replied with a stern tone. He just laughed. "Nah, come on. I'm saying one. What's the prize?" my boyfriend asked. "If I win, you'll take me to Paris for a weekend" I said and grinned. "So cheesy. If I win, you have to give me a 30-minute foot rub. After training. Without me having showered yet." he said and laughed. "Come on! That's so gross!" I exclaimed, making Raphinha and Frenkie, who were engrossed in a conversation, turn around. "No sex talk, kids! This is a public place!" Raphinha scolded us. "I'd hardly call me a kid and it wasn't a sex talk. We don't need to talk about sex because we have great sex, thanks" I shot back and winked at him, making him howl with laughter at my comeback. Pablo slung an arm around me proudly. It was a bit weird for me to sit with all those players and I could already see the haters' comments, calling me an attention-seeker or worse. But I pushed those thoughts away, as I was just happy to be there with my boyfriend, I would have also gladly sat on the worst seat behind a pillar, if it meant being next to him.
The game started very well and my boyfriend sat there, looking at the action with a huge pout on his face, he definitely wanted to be on the pitch instead of here in the box, but well, it's his own fault. Ferran shot the first goal of the evening and while the boys sat there and clapped, I jumped up and threw my hands in the air in ecstasy, even though the VAR was still checking the goal, but eventually, it was finally conceded. Raphinha, who sat next to me, looked at me when I sat back down and I just shrugged saying: "What? I'm a culer!" to which he just grinned.
Just a few minutes later, I was screaming and shouting once again, this time for Fermín, who scored the second goal of the evening. I smiled when he pointed up to our box and made a heart sign after celebrating. "That was definitely for me" Pablo said with a smug smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah. You can sleep with Fermín tonight then" I chuckled. "No way. By the way, I'm already planning a small celebration at my place" he replied while typing away on his phone during half-time. "There's still another 45 minutes! Don't jinx it!" I said, but he continued typing. "Don't! Jinx! It!" I said in a serious tone and looked at him with a deadly glare, that scared him apparently enough to put his phone in his pocket and not pull it out for the rest of the game.
And in fact, Shakhtar managed to get a goal in, ter Stegen was furious as our defense wasn't working as it should. The boys sitting around me looked gloomy. So much was happing then: Fermín shot another goal, but it was ruled offside, Joao Felix went down and was replaced by Guiu, we all hoped that it wouldn't be anything serious, but with Barca's luck, it probably was, then a few changes and more chances for our opponents. It was all about surviving now and I was bouncing my leg up and down nervously while holding my head in my hands. Ferran was now down too and I was close to tears now, that was a very nasty challenge and he looked in a lot of pain - I was so emotionally invested that I almost started crying, but he got up again thankfully and he continued playing. Robert groaned when Araujo hit the free kick miles over the bar and that made us all smile, lifting my mood again. Pablo was holding my hand and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, which made me go all fluffy and soft inside. After what seemed hours of agony to me, the referee finally blew the whistle which ended the game and we stood up to clap for the winning team aka us. Pablo had gotten out his phone again and typed something.
"Who's coming to mine?" he asked the injured guys. "Nope, sorry, Laura is a bit sick and I promised Anna to come home and help" Robert said. Raphinha and Sergi excused themselves too as they also had plans, but Pedri and Frenkie accepted the invite and the latter even said he'd tell Mikky to also join us, so that I'd have some female company.
Pablo and I started going to prepare some stuff to offer to his guests and soon enough, the first ones started to arrive. Fermín eventually arrived with Ferran, Marc and Lamine and I was quick to greet and congratulate the goalscorers. Mikky joined us too and while the boys were chatting animatedly about the game, us girls stood in the kitchen overlooking the living room and looked at them with adoring looks on our faces. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, looking at her huge belly. "Good, actually. But with every day, I hope that it's over soon" she chuckled and I joined in.
We then re-joined the group and I was now sat with Pablo, Marc, Fermín and Lamine, listening to stories from their time at La Masía. Marc started showing me photos of that time and then, Lamine had the glorious idea to play a game which consisted in one of them showing me a picture from their time at the academy and then I'd have to pull out my photo gallery and look for a picture of me on that day. First up was a picture from 2016, of Pablo playing in La Liga promises and winning against Real Madrid - my picture was one of me and my cousin Paola in some club's toilet where we looked more dead than alive - I was so embarrassed but the boys were loving it. After two more rounds that went on like the first one, I stopped the game - "You're making me feel old!" I exclaimed and put my head in my hands. "There's nothing to be ashamed of" Pablo said and laughed while pulling me on his lap. "Man, I wish I were as cool as Pablo to pull an older girl" Marc joked. "Yeah, maybe wait a few months until you're 18..." I replied. "Would you have gone for Pablo if he had been underage?" Fermín asked curiously. "Nope. That's definitely a line I wouldn't cross" I answered. "What?!" Pablo exclaimed. "Sorry! But I care about my criminal record!" I replied and laughed. "Nah, I don't believe you. No way you could have resisted me" he said and pulled me in for a kiss.
