𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, olive

❝ i don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming. ❞
⇄ ◃◃   ⅠⅠ   ▹▹ ↻

I want to feel bad for Ansu but I haven't brought a man to his knees, basically begging for me to shut up and stop humiliating him in so long.

The last time I did something close to it was when Pedri, Pablo and I went to see the FIFA guy. I didn't even know his name. But it felt super damn good when I kicked him in the nuts.

I'm not a violent person I swear. He just deserved it.

I stand in the kitchen next to Pedri, who's engaged in a conversation with Ferran about Sira, I think. I'm not exactly listening but I heard a 'I'm glad she's back.' earlier and am assuming they're talking about the girl.

I'm exhausted. I should've stayed home and slept honestly. I don't know why I accepted to come anyway, I've been exhausted since this morning.

Pedri's holding on to me as I lean my head against his chest. We've been acting like a real freaking couple this whole day, we're getting amazingly good at this thing.

He's got his right arm around my waist, caressing me, an unconscious movement but it's comforting so I don't complain.

I definitely can't fall asleep with all the noise and all the couches and chairs are full of people — most of whom are making out — so I can't sit and relax.

However, Pedri's got me so I'm okay for now. He's also holding onto my purse from the other side, holding it with his left hand.

I apparently let it slip and he immediately took it and has been holding it ever since Ansu and I argued. That took a lot of the little energy I had, but if a man's gonna be an egotistic rat, I am going to argue.

If a man talks shit then I owe him nothing.

I keep my position over Pedri, trying to keep my eyes open. I've mostly zoned out all the sound around until I feel Pedri moving and tapping my hand calling for me.

"I think your phone's ringing." He tells me, passing me my purse which I can feel vibrating due to my phone when it's in my possession.

I sigh, not in the mood to answer anyone. Especially if it's going to be Amir, complaining about the payroll system once again in the middle of the night.

I pray for the Lord as I open my bag and take my phone. Thank you God, really appreciate it. I almost scream when I read Amir's name on my phone.

"You okay?" Pedri asks, taking my purse again.

"You're gonna have to excuse me, I got some yelling to do." I roll my eyes, taking my phone in my hands properly as he holds on to my handbag.

He doesn't question it, used to me by now and lets me go. Ferran looks confused though but I couldn't care less.

I walk past the dancing crowd and loud people, trying to find an empty room to communicate with the goddamn son of a bitch at this hour.

Passing by the drunk crowd, almost making one fall right on his nose right to the floor, I finally find the stairs up.

There are some people conversationing in the middle of the stairs but I push them away easily. I pass by the bathroom queue too and find a door slightly open, I head towards it.

I open it widely and find two strangers making out on the bed. The room doesn't look decorated much so I'm assuming it's a guest room, good for Ferran, imagine strangers making out on your bed.

"Get out." I cut their seven minutes in heaven like kids in the middle, kicking them out. They both look at me with distress when they see me.

They pick themselves up quickly and run out of the room rapidly, afraid I'd do anything.