𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, pedri

❝ in a world of boys, he's a gentleman. ❞
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Waking up is definitely not my thing. Especially in the morning. I'd rather wake up at noon or even at night, then the sun won't blind me.

Turning around, facing my back to the sun, I start getting out of bed. One thing I hate more than waking up is waking up after a horrible game.

So, good thing we freaking won yesterday. Last minute win too. We were tied three-three and we were at the eighty-ish minute something.

Xavi was screaming his lungs out by that time. Olive though? She was as calm as, I don't know whatever is calm. Which was unusual, she'd normally be the only other one to be yelling with him.

I watched her for a second as she was gathered around Ferran, Lewa and Fermín. And then I was subbed out for Fermín. Vitor for Lewa and Joao for Ferran.

Walking past her as I headed for the bench she didn't even acknowledge me, she was too focused as she stood next to my head coach.

I didn't think too much of it, despite her little outburst thing at me before the match. I still don't know what was that about.

Watching the rest of the game was immensely stressful. For the first two - three minutes, everyone was panicking as we switched to overtime with seven extra minutes.

But then, Fermín had the ball in his possession. He dribbled past one defender, Lewa sprinted ahead, drawing another defender away with him, creating space.

Fermín spotted Ferran making a run towards the penalty area and swiftly passed the ball to him. Ferran controlled it with his chest, then volleyed it into the net with precision.

The entire stadium yelled super loudly, and she, standing beside the coach, clapped and cheered, her eyes sparkling with pride.

I'm thinking we should have made her head coach. So, anyway, after all this she turned around, looking at me as she smiled away.

I couldn't stop myself and I immediately ran towards her picking her up in the air. Her and her freaking astonishing strategies and techniques.

These three guys literally came off the bench and two minutes later scored us a winning goal. I turned her around for a couple of spins, her head hidden in my neck as she laughed.

And that's how we won last night.

Morning training was postponed and turned into afternoon training. Why I'm waking up at nine then? Because I know Olive has a meeting at nine thirty and I want her to sit comfortably in my room and not in the kitchen.

We should really turn the empty room we have into a a little kind of work office for Olive whenever she works from home.

Sitting up in bed with my feet on the ground, I scratch my eyes open for a good minute before standing up. I slip on my slippers and head to my bathroom.

I do my business, get washed up, brush my teeth before heading down. Isa and Pablo's room is still closed so I'm guessing they're both still asleep. As I should have been.

The sound of the stairs squeak after each step I take, barely any sound in the house until I hear a woman's voice echo. "Oh god." Olive's voice. Duh, Isa would never wake up this early for no reason. "I don't know. What am I supposed to do with him?"