heaven-sent - Pablo Gavi

2. the DM

„Tell me why I agreed to do this?" Clara complained next to me on the airplane. We were high up in the air, leaving for our vacation.

„C'mon it'll be fun, like that we have a day more to relax!" I tried to reason, even though I felt sick from all the partying. These last two days were so packed and stressful, but I couldn't stop smiling when I thought about what all had happened.

The flight was over quickly and in no time we arrived at our apartment with a taxi. No wonder, we all slept the whole way.

„This is incredible!" Elena gasped as she entered the flat. It really was, we even had our own pool and terrace to hang out. The tree of us all plopped down onto the sofa after claiming our bedrooms.

„Have you watched your interview yet?" Elena asked me, catching me off guard.

„It has been published already?" I asked somewhat surprised. I actually did not wanna watch it, something inside me internally cringe when I would see me on YouTube.

„I saw the thumbnail on YouTube."

„Yeah no, I'll probably watch it tomorrow morning, I can't deal with this right now." I said, lifting myself up to head to my room. I also decided to not check any social media accounts, as I get nervous pretty much always when I post something. I know, as an athlete I need to have some sort of public account, but seeing my follower number rise after the world cup made me throw my phone across the room.

We arrived at around eight thirty, and after being sleep deprived for the last week, I decided it would be better to catch up on some sleep.

I wished them a good night and immediately dropped onto my bed, falling asleep in minutes.

A light summer breeze woke me up and I realized I forgot to close the curtains last night. It was half past eight in the morning and I knew I could probably not fall back asleep, so I've decided to finally watch the interview.

I opened YouTube, only to see it on my recommended videos. As I clicked on the video, my breath hitched, it was published seventeen hours ago but already has more than five hundred thousand views. I physically smack my face, already knowing I probably gained some Instagram followers too. Usually people would love this, but it makes me even more nervous.

I watch the interview in silence and if I'm honest it isn't even that bad. My answers are short but good, making me look very professional but polite at the same time.

To scroll through the comments wasn't the best idea I've had but there was no way back now. Some of them were positive, saying how sweet I seem or how well I played. Others just said another libero should've won the award, which I totally get. It even surprised me.

Most of the comments though are filled with red-blue hearts and lots of „Visca Barca's" which made me laugh. Then, there were ships of me and Gavi, people saying I only watch games because of him, or claiming we would be „the couple of the year". That's when I realize that I probably fueled the imagination of thousands teenage fangirls of Gavi and them now creating some conspiracy theories about us.

I decide to close YouTube and open Instagram. My DM's were flooded and my follower number went up by three hundred thousand. I overall had now nine hundred thousand followers, insane. That all happened only two nights ago, mostly because I mentioned Barcelona and Gavi.

My thumb swiped over the people who started following me and stopped at a name with a blue tick. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

@pablogavi started following you 1h ago

A loud gasp left my lips, and I immediately smacked my hand over my mouth. Did he actually follow me or am I hallucinating? I checked probably three times, only to see it really was his account.