Chapter 19: What Does This Mean?

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When I returned to uni on Monday, I was bombarded by questions from people in my class. Someone even made up a rumour that I was dating Pedri and I never wanted to possess Harry's invisibility cloak as much as in that moment. The two Belgian girls were nice though and during a break, Agnes even told me that her brother was a football player too.
"But he plays like... Belgian second division, nothing compared to those hunks that were in your apartment two nights ago" she chuckled.
"To be honest, I only really know Fermín and have seen Gavi a few times when we went to visit La Masía... I've never even spoken to Pedri except for two or three "Hello"s, I don't know what this stupid rumour is about" I mumbled and then also vented about how Fermín did just the exact opposite of what I had asked him to.
"Ugh... no matter if football player or not: men are always dumb" Eleonore stated.
"Yeah, but football players are extremely dumb" Agnes underlined, bringing a thousand examples of why her brother was a dickhead. She seemed to love him though, at the very bottom of her heart.

Barca were playing Mallorca on Tuesday and Carlos invited me over to watch the game with him and his girlfriend but I politely declined. I was in no mood of seeing Fermin's face all over a huge TV screen. So I just went home, did some homework, cooked dinner and finally laid down on the couch, but somehow, I just couldn't help it and my remote put on DAZN, which I shared with my brother. The second half had just started and Fermín was nowhere to be seen. I hoped he would be benched all game, he deserved it.

But no, he came on for Romeu in the 64th minute (even though that was a good thing, that guy was all over the place and hadn't contributed much today). The game was hectic and chaotic as Barca was behind 2-1 and desperately wanted to leave the island with at least one point. And the leveller came by none other than... of course it had to be him. First League goal too. I was happy for him on the one hand, but still sour about what had gone down. The game ended in a draw and after switching off the TV, I went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I had made myself comfortable, I took my phone for one last scroll before going to sleep, but found a message that warmed my heart, even though I hoped it wouldn't have had that effect on me.

Fermin ⚽️
The goal was for you

Clara
Mhm

He was typing and re-typing and no message came, so I lost my patience and switched to Instagram. I was now engrossed in some cooking influencer's meal prep recipe reels, when a notification from WhatsApp popped up.

Fermin ⚽️
I should have stayed longer that summer

Huh?! What summer? Why should he have stayed? I opened up WhatsApp but instead of those words, I only saw an empty bubble.

This message was deleted

What the heck? I decided to put away my phone, not knowing if I was tired and hallucinating or what all of this meant. I drifted off to sleep, my dreams full of images of that one bonfire night, beach days with the OG19 group and a blond boy scoring goals.

Thankfully, the weekend rolled around soon. My brother and Fati went to the stadium on Friday to watch the game against Sevilla, but I passed. The message from Tuesday night was still going through my head and I wanted to talk to someone about it. I couldn't tell Fati as I didn't want to tell her about *that* summer, but I also didn't want to tell Isa, who knew about *that* summer, as we didn't have the best relationship right now and her crush on Fermín would just make her jealous or even weirder. So, I decided to tell Eleonore and Agnes and invited them over on Saturday evening for a small girls' night. They didn't know any of my other friends from home and were fairly uninterested in football and players, which put me at ease.

We were currently sitting on my sofa, sipping on some wine when I decided to speak up and tell them everything about Fermín and me. They listened attentively, but the further I got with the story, the more swooning did their looks get.
"Girl, he's so into you" Agnes said with a dreamy voice.
"This is the most romantic story I've ever heard" Eleonore added in, having hearts in her head instead of eyes now.
"You are exaggerating. He's just teasing me" I replied and rolled my eyes.
"The goal was for you... I shouldn't have left that summer... You guys went out in Texas, he helped you settle in, spent a day at IKEA with you! If that's not a guy who's in love, I don't know" Eleonore said and raised her hands in defeat.
"I don't even want to know about your boy stories because you are delulu as fuck" I shot back.

"The question is now though, has he admitted it to himself yet?" Agnes said cryptically and I shook my head wildly.
"No. No. No. You're getting it all wrong. We'll never be together. He's not in love with me and I'm not in love with him. He's just annoying as hell and I'm way too good for him" I said.
"And that's why you never had sex again after him?" Eleonore asked with raised eyebrows.
"I just haven't found the right person yet, ok?" I defended myself.
"Girl, you can go on denying it, but we'll be here playing the mirror from Snow White to tell you the truth whenever it's needed." Agnes chuckled and I had to laugh a bit too. That was cute.

"We should totally go out dancing" I muttered, the wine having finally hit.
"Oh my gosh, yes! You have to translate everything and find us some Spanish hunks!" Agnes exclaimed.
"Let's see what she manages, she's more of a football player magnet" Eleonore teased me and I playfully shoved her as we walked to the bathroom to apply some heavier make-up and fix our hair.

"Let's see what she manages, she's more of a football player magnet" Eleonore teased me and I playfully shoved her as we walked to the bathroom to apply some heavier make-up and fix our hair

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