Football Oneshots

Pedri - Maybe Part 2

"I don't get it Gavi," I say pacing around his living room.

Little droplets of rain fall from my soaking hair onto the ground. My pent-up anger finally reached its peak after a picture of Pedri and his new girl with his brother started surfacing. Before I could gather my thoughts, I found myself en route to Gavi's house.

He's been like my therapist throughout all this; listening to my rants whenever we see each other, answering my late-night calls when I couldn't hold myself together, and most importantly, keeping my favourite wine at his place for the days I'd randomly show up needing a shoulder to cry on. Days like these.

The walk from my place to his hasn't been a pleasant one lately. If I ever found myself walking along his street, I'd usually be in tears or ready to fight someone. Today was no different, only the raging storm mirroring my emotions, left me less than dry this time.

"Don't you think it's time to let this all go?" he asks, handing me a towel to dry off with.

"I tried," I say, taking a long sip of wine, then placing it down on the table. "But every time I feel like I'm ready to move on, I either break down in tears or break a glass in anger."

"We should get you on a dating app." He sits down on the couch in front of me, turning his attention to his phone. We've been having the same conversation over the last 3 weeks since the team dinner. It's always been me complaining about the same thing and him giving me the same advice.

"No today I'm angrier. Maybe I need to sleep with one of his friends," I suggest, earning a concerned look from him.

"Y/n, I-" he begins to put his phone down beside him.

"Relax Gavi, you're not his only friend," I interrupt, already reading his mind. "Or maybe his brother. I bet that would hurt more."

The sound of my voice turns from angry to borderline psychotic. He really brings out the worst in me. But he needs to feel hurt the way that I did, the way that he made me hurt. It's not fair that he gets to move on and live a happy life with her, while I have to watch from the outside, dreaming of how that could have been me instead.

"Okay, I think this has gone too far," he says, reaching to grab the wine glass out of my hand just as I've picked it up again.

"How?" I question genuinely.

"You're plotting to sleep with his brother just to hurt his feelings y/n. That's too far."

"You know he never let me meet his family," I start, as I begin pacing around the room again. "His family knew me as 'a friend who was helping out' whenever I did anything for him. But I guess that's all I was in the end."

"You deserve better than that, and I know you will find it. But you can't let him control you like this."

"Maybe he was right. Maybe I wasn't cut out for a relationship with him at all. If this is how I handle breaking up with him even though we never dated, there's no way I'd be able to handle being his girlfriend."

I stare blankly at the wall, clutching the towel till my knuckles turn white. Slowly I feel a release of emotions, leading to a single tear slipping down my cheek. Maybe coming to this realization was all the closure that I needed.

A knock at the door breaks my trained concentration on the ticking clock on the wall in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were expecting people. I should go." As I reach for my things, Gavi goes to open the door, not saying a word.

"Where is she?" The voice asks. The familiarity flips a switch in my brain. All the anger and hurt that I thought I let go of, finds its way back into my system. As soon as I get better, he makes it all worse.