𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ but you showed who you are then one magical night. ❞
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Last night

"Can we please get out of here?" I turn around and find my best friend, stood next to our table with a drunk Isabel in his hands who seems to have been crying.

"Gladly." I say just as Olive finishes to explain to Frenkie why she's still smart even though she's drunk as fuck.

I didn't understand a thing of course, neither did Frenkie nor Araujo for sure but she used the term cerebral too many times.

"Thank God..." Pablo mutters, pulling my sister closer to him, holding onto her tightly.

I turn again and Olive has somehow started blabbering about something even more intellectual with too much complicated words that I do not and will not every understand.

"Come on, amor." I don't know where the nickname came from, but it makes Frenkie and Ronald fall for the ruse even more.

"What?" She turns, still sat on my lap, and faces me, confused.

"Let's go." I explain. She looks disappointed, me cutting her off from her highly intellectual conversation with highly dumbasses.

Before getting up, I take a fifty out of my walket and place it on the table then proceed to help her get out of the booth, holding onto her waist before she gets too far out and I just hold her hand instead.

She accepts my hand and opens hers which immediately then closes around mine, holding me tight.

Her touch is so warm. Her little hand fitting in my also relatively small hand but hers is much smaller and softer, I feel like touching a new born baby's hand.

"Bye guys. See you tomorrow." I greet the guys goodbye as I slip out of the booth, holding onto Olive's hand who does not want me to leave her.

She's holding my hand so tightly, I didn't know drunk Olive was so clingy. "Bye man. And Goodbye Miss 'I know everything.'" They greet her.

"Uhu, bye bye little men who would be dead at the bottom of the league without me." She waves, smirking. Her smirk is actually adorable when it's not at me.

I notice her purse still on the table and grab it for her. "Sorry." I mouth, excusing Olive's words. She's mean all the time, but sometimes we should apologize for her.

Frenkie gives me a smile, reassuring me that it's nothing and I smile back before we walk away.

Pablo and Isa are already almost out the door as we walk further behind. I spot Ansu and Ale in a corner looking at the same spot and turn to see Lamine hitting it off with the bartender. Good for him.

I wave goodbye to the two and they wave back barely giving me any attention, too focused on the little guy over at the bar.

"Awh, is little Yamal picking up a girl?" Olive apparently notices.

"Yup. Now let's move, aceituna." I slip my hand out of her hand, not so easily may I add, and instead hold her by her waist, securing her more.

We leave out the door, the sky really full of stars that shine so brightly with an almost full moon. We walk behind Pablo and Isa, heading towards the car.

Luckily, I didn't park far and we're there in less than a minute. Pablo asks of me to unlock the car. As I hold onto Olive tightly, stopping our walk, I take the keys out and unlock the car that beeps and lights up, blinding the drunk woman in my arms.

He thanks me before opening the back door and letting his girlfriend in. I hold Olive more carefully again before heading to the car together.

I open the front door for her but she stops me. "I wanna sit next  to Isa." She mumbles. I listen to the woman and Pablo moves out of the way and leaves space for Olive to come in.