The heart wants what it wants • Pedri gonzáles

Chapter 4 • the talk

Luisa pov

We finished eating after coming back from the beach and me and Pedri were doing the dishes together since everyone already put in their effort preparing dinner. We emptied the dishwasher but I didn't know all the places for everything yet so sometimes asked where everything should be placed. I was holding a bowl but again had to ask him where to put it. I could hear him sigh and mumble a "top cabinet on the left"

I opened the cupboard door and saw that the bowl was literally on the top shelf, so I stood on my tippy toes to try put it in the other similar looking bowl but still struggled to put it in.

"Just let me before you knock the whole fucking kitchen cupboard down" he said and snatched the bowl from my hands. His torso slightly pressed against my side so he could reach the spot himself since he also wasn't the tallest. We finished up and sat down with the others to watch some football.

(Next day)

I woke up and the sun was beaming through the curtains, I stretched myself out, got out of the bed and opened them and could see Pedri lifting some weights outside. I freshened myself up changed into a bikini and made my way outside aswel.

I let my body slowly sink down in the pool. The water temperature was absolutely perfect and balanced really well with the bright sun on my skin parts outside the water. I floated a bit around just relaxing, I peeked over at Pedri who was on the grass part of the house not to far away his back and part of his side facing me. He had swim shorts on and his muscles were flexing from the weights he is training with, his hair and tanned body wet from sweat and his cheeks slightly red from the heat and effort.

I sunk deeper under the water to cool off a bit and swam underwater towards the wall on the opposite side of where I just was. When I got back up and wiped my eyes before opening them again I almost had a heard attack when Pedri suddenly stood on the edge of the pool.

"Fuck you scared me" I admitted with my hand on the side my head

"Am I that terrible?" He sighed/laughed

"Well... just didn't expect you there" I first wanted to say well kind of because of how he's been acting so far but didn't want to unnecessarily stir things up and just let it go for now.

He also got in the pool next to where I was and he let out a small whimper appreciating the cold water on his warm freshly trained muscles.

He led his head rest on the edge and looked deep in thoughts as if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure if he should. It looked liked he shrugged it away and lifted his head back up gazing over the pool.

"Where did you learn to play like that" he asked referring to yesterdays volleyball session

" I was on a team in high school until my 15th we actually won some big competitions with the team not to brag or anything but we were pretty good" I smiled but it faded away after remembering the time after, and I think he noticed it

"So what happened then? Why did you quit ?" His eyes looked deeply in mine trying to find an answer in them

"I-I well uhm.."I started stuttering doubting if I should tell him my story or keep it for myself for now

"You don't have to tell if you don't feel comfortable sharing" he told me but from the way he was looking and acting made me want to share and hopefully will create more of a bond and hope he'll share something with me too

"It's fine it's just not a nice moment in my life but yeah when I was in my end fifteens I was on holiday with a school friend which my parents arranged for us convincing it was time to see something from the world and be away for a while and it will be good experience for my growth. From the moment I was born I never felt welcome, they didn't want children but somehow by accident got pregnant. I heard them complain a lot about freedom for years and were away from home a lot and I mostly felt like I was a burden. When I came back from Holliday the house was sold I got blocked on and from everything all the belongings and stuff were gone and never heard anything from them anymore. So basically I got dumped on the streets" I shared my story and quickly wiped a small tear away so he wouldn't see.

I could see his jaw tighten and loosen back up a few moments later and let his eyes fall on mine again.

"That's really awful I can't ever imagine going through something like that, I can't even imagine that anybody could do that to their child sorry to hear that you had to go through that" and from the look he was giving me and the way his eyes looked into mine I could tell he really meant all that

"Now I want to ask you something"

"Sure ask away" he replied curious to find out my question

"Why do you dislike me so much" when he heard that question the expression on his face changed into confusion

"It's not that I dislike particular you, what you had is for me the complete opposite. My family is my everything and I'm super close to them when I'm home I'm used to getting all the attention and love I can get and spend as much time as possible. And I guess being here..  and suddenly have you here 'someone unfamiliar' I think I was maybe scared that dynamic would change. I am always around a lot of people that I don't know and now I'm in my home and there was someone I didn't know. He explained and it was basically what Gavi thought and told me, but then hearing the extended emotional version from himself.

" that actually makes sense I can see where you're coming from" I admitted, feeling a bit relieved we cleared this up and that we had this talk.

My back was against the wall and he was floating in front of me and he looked like he was feeling better with the situation aswel.

"I will try to be less dickish to you" he said and smirked

"I will give you time" I said back and tried to hide the smile that was forming

"Deal

"Deal

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There is a story behind every person

Let's see how things will go from here 😉