snooze | pablo gavi

fifteen

when azaria came downstairs for breakfast one morning, she found she was awake earlier than gavi for the first time. she made her coffee in silence, checking the time and debating whether she should wake him up.

five more minutes, she thought to herself, deciding to give the boy extra moments of peace. azaria had gotten up slightly later than usual, so she thought she'd make gavi's breakfast, granting the brunette a few minutes to sleep in. it was the least she could do after he'd let her move in, after all.

she made his usual toast and found the recipe for the smoothie his nutritionist told him to drink every morning as part of his diet plan.

azaria blended the ingredients together, hoping that the blender would be loud enough to wake him up so she didn't have to trudge upstairs yet. alas, when she poured the smoothie into a glass, no sign of life could be heard upstairs.

azaria made her way to gavi's bedroom, a closed fist raised, ready to knock. she hesitates for a moment, realising she'd never actually seen gavi's room before. she gives two sharp knocks on the wood before waiting.

nothing.

"gavi?" she calls.

still nothing.

"i'm coming in," she warns loudly, twisting open the doorknob to find a curled figure underneeath in dark grey blankets, snoring softly. azaria could see a tuft of fluffy brown hair and gavi's sleeping face above the covers.

she felt an odd surge of affection, noting his calm expression, the perfect slope of his jaw. were his lashes always that long?

azaria crosses the room and yanks on the blinds, letting sunlight flood the space. gavi's immediate reaction is to let out a loud groan, shutting his eyes tighter.

"it's late, get up," she says sternly, reaching down to ruffle his hair. when she pulls away, gavi misses the feeling of her fingers on his scalp. "didn't you set an alarm?"

gavi rolls over to the bedside table to check his phone. "shit, i forgot." his blanket slips off his shoulders, exposing his collarbones. it hits azaria that he sleeps without a shirt on.

"what would you do without me, hm?" she swallows thickly, trying hard to focus on meeting his brown eyes. gavi swings his legs out of the covers, sitting on the edge of his bed, and stretches. he yawns drowsily in response.

azaria knew gavi trained alot, so he must be fit, but nothing could've prepared her for the sight of him. he was all toned, lean muscle, and defined abs to top it all off. her breathing picks up.

she spots his barcelona training shirt draped over his chair. she snatches it quickly and tosses it at him. gavi catches it with ease, finally realising he doesn't have a shirt on. pink creeps up his cheekbones.

"you might want to hurry," azaria warns.

"not enjoying the view?" gavi smirks, tugging the shirt over his head.

"shut up, or i'm going to pour your stupid smoothie on you."

"you made me a smoothie?" gavi's voice lifts at the end, his heart warming. he couldn't fight the grin making its way to his face.

azaria folds her arms. "it's downstairs. and your toast, too."

gavi's eyes twinkle amusedly, putting a hand over his heart. "aww, how sweet."

"we're gonna be late."

"are you gonna leave, or stand there and watch me get dressed?"

"i'm leaving!"

azaria shuts the door a little forcefully than she meant to, hearing gavi's laugh from the other side.