The dreaded Sunday morning came around eventually - the day mine and Pedri's bliss on this island ended and we'd have to return to real life. The alarm clock rang way too soon and I only heard Pedri groan from his side of the bed. I looked over at him and admired his face again, how could a person look this good and have a great personality on top of that? God clearly has favourites.
"Good morning" he mumbled and rolled over, opening his eyes to look at me. "It's not a good morning... I have to leave..." I pouted and he smiled at me. He was about to kiss me when his phone started vibrating and he turned around to see who it was. "Ferran... weird..." he mumbled and slid to accept the FaceTime call. "Dude! You're in serious trouble. Your mum has already called my mum and asked what the hell we are doing. My mum was very, very confused and replied that I had been with them all week and... well you've seen the picture, your mum's pretty pissed now" Ferran blurted out as soon as he appeared on the phone screen. "Hold up... Slow down, what picture?!" Pedri asked confusedly, but I had already taken my phone and found out what Ferran was talking about - I tilted my screen for Pedri to see.
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📍 Tenerife, Islas Canarias, España holacom *** EXCLUSIVE *** Barcelona's golden boy pedri has been photographed with a mystery woman on board of a yacht, sailing around his home island Tenerife.
pedrimybae WHO IS THIS BITCH pepi_gavi_love Ima kill her user1 How she DARE come next to my man user2 my god y'all, stuff like this is normal he's a young guy, you expect he stays single until he's 80? vivabarcelona Blud should focus on not getting injured all the time
Pedri looked at it and then back to Ferran. "Ok, this isn't so bad, only bad thing is that I lied to my parents, but... I'm an adult, they can't tell me anything" Pedri said calmly. But inside me, everything was turned upside down - the comments were mostly bad, very bad and I started to get really scared. During these months I had seen what Pedri's fan girls were capable of, but this... This was so much worse. Silently, I stood up and walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I bent over the sink and splashed some cold water onto my face. What was I doing here? I was a 26-year-old widow with two kids and one hell of a stressful job - and instead of focusing on that I had gone MIA for a week to fuck around with my boss who was six years younger than me. Thank God that my plane was leaving in three hours.
When I walked back to the bedroom, Pedri had finished the call with Ferran and was looking at me concernedly. "Are you ok?" he asked. "Yeah... yeah... everything's good. I'll just finish packing up and then we should get going. It's Sunday, the airport will be busy..." I replied and shot him a nervous smile before stuffing the rest of my clothes into my suitcase. Suddenly, I felt him creep up behind me and he pressed a kiss onto my shoulder, but I was quick to turn around and move away, acting like I wanted to do that anyways, not even acknowledging his gesture.
