heaven-sent - Pablo Gavi

33. a trip to málaga

Pablo's POV

„I'll never drink again in my life." I grumbled when Lucia opened the curtains of our window.

„I told you to keep it low for your first time, amor." She scolded me softly and laid back down into my arms.

„Do you remember what you've asked me last night on our way home?" Lucia grinned mischievously once she was back in my arms. To be fair I didn't remember much, only that I immediately fell asleep once we were home.

I already knew it must've been embarrassing so I hid my face behind a pillow, groaning when she started laughing.

„Was it that bad?" I mumbled into the pillow, which she then pulled away from my face.

„Where should I begin... at the bar you told Ale, Mario and Javi that we had sex while baking the cookies and on out way home, you asked me if I wanted to have babies from you and practice more when we get home."

„Oh my god." I groaned, hiding my face in the crook of her neck. She only rubbed my back while she giggled lightly, probably thinking about my state from last night.

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„When did you came home last night? I think I've heard someone throw up or something." My mother asked once we appeared from my bedroom. It was me who threw up last night. As a virgin drinker I guess it was too much yesterday. Lucia warned me a few times but I felt relatively good until I went to bed. Everything started turning and I was hunched over the toilet not long after with her by my side. The heads of my sister, Javi and Lucia turned towards me, exposing me in front of my family.

„Ah really? I didn't hear anything." I said overly confident, but my mother only shrugged her shoulders, not realizing I was straight up lying.

My father gave me a look and shook his head with a smirk but kept on reading the newspaper in front of him. He definitely knew what happened last night, but I was glad he wasn't saying anything.

„But you all had a great time?" He followed up and we all nodded.

„I'm glad, so go pack your bags, we want to leave in an hour for the train station."

After making two coffees, one for me and one for Lu, we had a quick breakfast consisting of cornflakes (Xavi would kill me if he saw me eating Coco Pops), then went upstairs again to pack our luggage.

„Want to share a bag? Then we'll only have to go back to Barcelona with one." I proposed. Lu hadn't even had much clothes here, so it would make the most sense.

She agreed and proceeded to stuff a few clothes into a bag.

„You have everything querida?" I asked as I was done, but Lucia still looked around and mumbled a Uh-huh with something behind her back.

She slyly smiled at me once she realized I looked at her, but didn't want to show me her hands.

„What are you hiding?" I grinned. She wouldn't budge, just shrugged her shoulders with a smirk on her face.

„C'mon I want to know why you act so secretive." I walked up to her, I was just too curious to leave her alone. She just giggled, backing away once more. Then, like children I chased her around my bedroom as loud laughter from Lucia and me echoed through the room. Soon, I caught up on her and softly threw her onto the bed, already wanting to look what she hid behind her back but she stopped me again.

„Stop, Stop! It's a surprise I promise! You'll see on New Years!" She pleaded, trying to catch some air while she still laughed uncontrollably. I reluctantly let go of her, giving her a suspicious look but kissed her on the cheek nevertheless.