𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐈

[LARA'S POV]

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

I lean on the front of my car as I wait for Pedri to come out. The team already arrived but he told me there needs to be stuff done before he can actually go home.

I'm calling my mother who asks if Pedri is okay. How caring.

"He's okay." I tell her. "It's an injury to some muscle in the right thigh. Honestly, I don't remember the name but it's something rectus."

"Rectus femoris?" she asks.

Of course she'd know, she's a physiotherapist, how could she not?

"I think it was that, I'm not sure." I say. "Sounds familiar so probably. I'm actually waiting for him now."

"They haven't arrived yet?" she asks.

"They have but he needs to do somethings before he leaves." I say. "Footballer stuff, who knows?"

I look up after hearing loud voices and see Pedri walking out with Ferran and João. It seems that now that Gavi and many others are off with injuries until next season, the three became a trio. Honestly, you can tell they like each other's company so I'm not complaining.

"Mum, I have to go." I say.

"Okay, wish Pedri a speedy recovery from me." she says.

"I will." I say as I see him near me and I smile at him. "I love you, bye."

"Love you." she says and I hang up as I go towards Pedri and hug him. "I've missed you, I'm sorry for ignoring your calls and texts."

"It was deserved." he says as he wraps his hands around my waist and burries his face in my hair. "I'm sorry as well, I know I said already but I really am."

"I forgive you." I say as I lift his head and kiss him. "Come on, let's go. How's your injury, Mr Footballer?"

"It's okay." he shrugs as we get into my car. "It hurt a lot yesterday but it's not too bad now. It's bearable now, but I could barely sleep last night, I got maybe an hour in."

"Well, you can sleep when we get to my place. Who cares if it's only five thirty?" I say as I start the car, driving out of the parking lot.

"That's the dream. I tried to sleep on the plane but I swear, I couldn't position my leg in a way so that it didn't hurt." he says and I glance at him.

I didn't even realise it but he does look slightly tired. But he's still so attractive it's insane, especially in that hoodie with his sleeves rolled up. Why does he have to make me feel these things? This man will kill me.

"Well, my bed is more comfortable than a plane seat. It might be a private plane but my bed is also private." I say and he laughs. "Reserved for me only and sometimes you."

"I think it's more than just sometimes." he says and I nod.

"Very true, fair enough." I laugh.

I drive us to my apartment and then we take the elevator up. I unlock my apartment door and I let him in before me. I laugh when I see him limping but cover my mouth quickly when he turns around.