𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᪥ 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐙𝐀́𝐋𝐄𝐙

𝐗𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐈

𑁍᪥𑁍᪥𑁍

I wake up and feel a coldness around my waist that's usually taken over by the warmth of Pedri's arms. I turn around and see that his side of the bed is empty.

He's probably already left to pick his parents up from the airport so I grab my phone from the nightstand and go onto Instagram.

Ever since the images of us from the beach had been leaked yesterday, I've noticed my follower count and likes go up and my comments fill up like mad.

There are positive comments, ones saying good things about us being back together but there were also nasty ones. But what's new?

At the end of the day, I'm dating Pedri. Not some random guy but the Pedri, as people say. I knew it wouldn't be easy with all of his fangirls, it was already quite hard when he started playing for Barcelona but now that he has even more fangirls, it's worse.

However, I didn't expect less and I don't really care either. These people can say whatever they want. I finally have him back and that's all I've ever wanted. Who cares what others say when this is all I want?

Besides, it wasn't that much of a shock to fans. There were already so many rumours and speculations about us being together again but the confirmation still shocked some people, I guess.

I hear the door open and freeze. I thought he left? Clearly he hasn't yet because he walks in and smiles at me. He isn't even dressed, did he already come back?

"Good morning." he smiles, walking up to the bed and sitting next to me as I turn off my phone, smiling up at him. "You're okay?"

"Yeah." I smile as he wraps his arms around me and rests his head on my chest. "Good morning." I kiss the top of his head.

"I saw the comments." he says. "Not as bad as I thought, but there were some nasty ones. I assume you've seen them? You're sure you're okay?" he asks, raising his head to look at me.

I cup his face with my hands and press a gentle kiss onto his lips.

"I don't care what they have to say." I explain. "They can shit on me all they want, only we know that what we have is special. I'm just happy to have my Pedro back. And what they say doesn't matter to me, I'm sure of this and I know this is what we both want. What we have for each other is so strong that I know that all this, I can deal with. It'll die down with time as well. It's all really fresh and it doesn't help that we dated before as well so people think I'm back with you because now you're famous and have more money. But I don't care, all that doesn't matter to me."

He smiles at me, sitting up as kisses me. "I love you, Lari. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Fuck, I love you so, so much. I'll always be here for you."

"I know you will. I love you too." I whisper, looking into his eyes as his hands don't leave my cheeks and instead he leans his forehead against mine. "Don't you have to leave?"

"Their flight got delayed." he says as he gets up and reaches his hands out to me and I take them as he pulls me up as well. "I was just about to get dressed and leave actually."

"What time is it?" I ask.

"Almost seven." he says and I sigh as I walk over to my closet. "I made french toast, you know?"

"Actually?" I ask as I turn to him, following me into my closet and he smiles widely, nodding.

"Yeah, I wanted to wake you up so you could get ready before it cools down." he says.

"Thank you." I smile, kissing him. "Is it any good?"

"You know, it was all very cute until you said that." he frowns, crossing his arms as he watches me look through all my trousers.