𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 | 𝑝𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑖

• 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑖 𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 •

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Before your like "oh ive read this" blah blah. Yes you have but basically i didnt know i published this SO its the same part with changes and longer.
If you already read that part look for ⬇️⬇️⬇️ emoji

ALSO PEDRI'S NEW HAIR.

𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸 𝑀𝐶𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸
𝐿𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑦

- Flo what are you doing here? - Xavi opened the door rubbing his eyes tired.

Ok i feel bad waking him up this late, but i couldnt stay in that house knowing i fucked things with Pablo.

- Do you think i can stay here tonight? - I said quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

- Ofcourse honey. Theres a single bed in the room. - He widened the door and let me in.

- Wanna talk? - He asked sitting on his bed.

- Well. Its just i ruined things and i want Pablo to have to not be mad before his match. - I poured out.

- Honey, what did you do? - He gave a soft gaze and got some water for me to drink.

- We went to the club and. - So i explained every single detail. I even talked about we loved eachother.

- Maybe he just needs time. But you are in wrong for this. Im sorry Flo. Come on go to bed in 1am. - He patted my shoulder before moving all my lugage to the side.

- Thanks Xavi. - I smiled covering myself under the covers.

- Ofcourse Mi hija. - He turned the lights off.

𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑁𝐸𝑋𝑇 𝐷𝐴𝑌

- Flo get up its our match today! - Xavi was opening the blinds and calling for my name.

- What time is it? - I groaned turning onto my front to reach for my phone.

12 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑖🍌
5 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑦 👨‍🦲
34 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠..

Shit i forgot to tell them. Surley Isa wouldve told them by now right? Maybe i should call them just incase.

- 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜? -

- Hey pedri. -

- 𝐹𝑙𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘. -

- Im with Xavi relax - I chuckled.

- 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒. - I heard him sighing a relief from the other side of the phone.

- Whatever goodluck. -

- 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠! -

- Tell Pablo. -

- 𝑜𝑓𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡. -

𝑃𝐴𝐵𝐿𝑂 𝐺𝐴𝑉𝐼
𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

I was in my room, feeling absolutly misrable. The girl who brung out the best of me that no ones ever done before was gone and no one knew where.