𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 - Book 1

~Chapter 41~

                                                                                             Leonor

     Gavi stood there, staring at me. The rain poured down around us, soaking my hair and my clothes until I was drenched. I smiled, laughing a little as I watched him. He looked so shocked to see me.

     "Leonor," he whispered again. Dropping his bag, he raced over towards me. Scooping me up in his arms, I pressed my head against the crook of his neck. The rain soaked us both, but neither of us cared too much.

     I was here with him, and that was what mattered most in this moment.

     "I can't believe you did this," he whispered again, and before I could answer, his lips met mine. He kissed me hard and passionately, and it felt so right. It felt so true.

     The rain poured down, blinding my vision, but I hastily raised my hand to stroke his hair. I had missed this feelings so much.

     We remained there for a while, the rain pouring down around us. I finally pulled away, laughing as the rain streaked down my face like tears. It felt so real, so refreshing.

     "I can't believe you did this for me," he croaked out again. I just smiled back.

     "I'm a little cold, if I'm being honest," I laughed, and Gavi set me down, guiding me through the rain and to his hotel. His room was conveniently on the first floor, so we could walk right in. He unlocked the door, and the memories of Switzerland came rushing back to me.

     That had been an unforgettable trip, to say the least.

     Once the door was unlocked, I marveled in the beauty of his hotel room. The ceilings were high and the floors were made of white marble. It was completely and utterly breathtaking.

     One king-sized bed adorned the wall, with a nightstand on either side. A TV table and desk sat across from the bed, along with a couch and an armchair. A big set of sliding glass doors emerged onto a small patio, the rain pounding against the glass. I explored his bathroom as well, but he didn't seem to mind too much.

     The bathroom was huge, with a spa tub and double sinks. It had to have been the most beautiful hotel room that I had ever seen.

     "This is amazing!" I cried, lifting my arms and dancing around, water splashing onto the floor. He closed the door, settling down on his bed and motioning for me to sit beside him.

     "But I'm soaking wet," I complained. He just shrugged and patted the bed anyways.

     I hastily sat down beside him. This was the talk we had both been waiting for.

     The realization suddenly came to me that he had to make a decision about his future soon. The time limit was coming up anytime now.

     "I can't believe you flew all this way to see me," he laughed again, rubbing his head. I just gave him a half hug and smiled to myself.

     "Sorry about not answering your messages. I figured that it would make this whole surprise more believable, you know," I teased. He just rolled his eyes but laughed afterwards.

     "I was worried sick, Leonor. I didn't expect you to this either, though," he said plainly. I agreed with him. It must have been extremely hard not hearing from me for a few days, wondering if I was okay.

     "Enough about me, tell me how it's going here," I said. He clasped his hands together on his lap and began.

     "I really like it here. Of course, not as much as I like Spain, but I really like these people and coaches here," he said slowly. I just nodded, staring into his eyes. Some water dropped out of my blonde hair and onto the bed.

     "Have you....made a decision yet?" I questioned. He bowed his head and thought for a few seconds before continuing.

     "I think I have," he said. I sat upright, my eyes going wide.

     I closed my eyes, picturing the outcomes of this conversation. He could say he wanted to stay here in London, and I might never see him again. He would have new teammates and new coaches, plus a whole new city to explore. Without me.

     He could also say that he wanted to return to Spain. I hoped that was what he would say. He had great friends back home, and he was playing for the soccer team he had always wanted to play for. Plus, he had me.

     I was about to ask what his decision was when he started to speak again.

     "I'm going to have a conversation with my coach tomorrow morning to get his outlook on what moving here would look like. I know what I want, but I need his opinion too," Pablo stated. I just nodded, feeling a little defeated. 

     I just wanted to know his answer. I couldn't wait any longer.

     "But don't you miss Spain?" I asked. He started to speak again, and I just sat back and listened.

     "I miss Spain so much. I miss my home, I miss my friends, I miss Barcelona, and I miss you. It's definitely not as much of a home to me here as it is there," he said, and that gave me a little hope. He cared enough about everything back home, so maybe he would want to go back.

     "I completely understand," I whispered, and he squeezed my hand slowly.

     "I'll let you know as soon as I make my decision, Leonor. It will probably be tomorrow sometime. I hope you understand why I choose what I want, and I hope you can agree with my hopes and dreams," he told me, and I nodded again. I wanted him to be happy, I really did. I just wanted him to be happy with me.

     Back home In Spain. Where we both had so many ties.

     I was the future queen of Spain. He was a talented, handsome young footballer.

     We were both special people, and I knew that.

     "I'll drive you to your hotel, you don't have to walk again," he teased, and helped me to my feet. I laughed, telling him about our journey today and what we had to overcome to get here.

     "You're really a miracle worker, Leonor," he laughed, giving me a kiss on the cheek as we entered his car. He started the ignition, and we began to drive to my hotel. In a car, the journey seemed like nothing.

     The rain was beginning to clear, and the evening sky greeted me. I watched the stars out of the window as we drove on.

     We talked and talked, sharing every detail with each other that had happened in the last month and a half. Surprisingly, not a lot had changed, and I was glad for that.

     We reached the hotel a few minutes later, and I reluctantly exited the car. He helped me out, and I stood there facing him, the moonlight glistening off of his eyes. I pulled him into a long hug, holding him there for a while.

     I couldn't believe that tomorrow, his future would be decided.

     My future would be decided, too.

     If he was my future, that is.

     "Thanks for everything. I love you," he whispered in my ear. I smiled, feeling myself blush like a little girl.

     "I love you too, Pablo," I answered, and pulled him in for one final kiss. We stood there for a while, kissing fiercely. Finally, when we had both had enough, I pulled away, dropping his hand, promising that I would see him again tomorrow.

Another chapter guysssss

Just so yk, I'm thinking about writing around 3 more chapters plus a conclusion. So yes, this book has almost come to an end. As the author, I'm so sad about that😭😭

I can't wait for you to see what happens next (the next chapter will be very good)