snooze | pablo gavi

eighteen

the full time whistle was blown.

gavi joins his teammates for a celebratory group hug, his ears filling with the roars of the barca fans as they celebrated another victory.

a grin threatens to split his face as he cheers, pumping a fist in the air. he made his way around the team, offering high fives and claps on the back for a job well done.

gavi scans the crowd gathered on the pitch for any sign of azaria, who had permission to join the team once the game was over.

and there she was,  wearing a jersey with his old number 30 on the back. it made his chest swell with warmth. she's chatting adamantly with ferran and pedri close to the entrance of the hallway to the change rooms. gavi's heart warms, seeing her and his friends get along. he strides over, eager to reach her. the grin hadn't left his face.

azaria had put blue tinsel in her red hair and it glinted whenever it caught the sunlight. a small hand-drawn red and blue heart adorned each of her cheeks. seeing her wearing the club's colours made gavi feel weak in the knees.

azaria sees him approaching and jumps up and down giddly. her excitement was infectious. ferran and pedri took the cue to give them privacy.

"you won! you did it!" azaria threw her arms around his neck, squeezing him affectionately. gavi wraps his arms around her into a tight hug. he felt so happy his heart could burst.

he was high on the win, and the fact that azaria was here to celebrate with him made his heart do backflips.

azaria pulls away, her eyes locked with his. gavi's gaze softens, his hand still lingering on her waist, suddenly very aware of how close they were.

she kept looking at him fondly, the prettiest pink glow tinting her cheeks. it was as if gavi had just given her the world. and he would, in a heartbeat.

azaria's eyes were sparkling, drawing him in, and this time he didn't resist.

gavi leans down and closes the small distance between the two of them, pressing his lips against hers. azaria's lips move gently against his. he hesitantly moved his hand to her cheek, cupping it in his palm. he caresses it gently, fingers tracing the outline of her cheekbone as they kiss.

he could feel her under his touch. gavi wanted nothing more than to keep her like this, safe and close to him. his breath was falling quicker now, electricity running in his veins.

as they pull apart, gavi was already missing the feeling of his lips against hers. he looks down at azaria, his eyes roaming across her face. the weight of what happened began to hang between them. what was he doing, messing with their friendship like this?

"i don't know what came over me," gavi starts, throat dry. his first instinct was to apologise, worried that azaria would be uncomfortable with what he'd done. he mentally kicked himself in the head, fearing her reaction.

to his surprise, azaria just smiles, shaking her head slightly.

"kiss me again, you idiot."