Chapter 15

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**Ferran's POV:**

Okay, well, it's been two hours, and I'm starting to get really hungry. Where are Camila and Pedri? I sent him to check on her, but it feels like forever.

"I don't know, man. I could go look, but honestly, I just don't want to get up," Gavi said, lounging on the couch, looking totally unmotivated.

"Don't worry, I'll go find them," I replied,

I walked into Pedri's room first, but it was empty. A wave of concern hit me. Where could they be? I made my way to Camila's room, and as I opened the door, I was taken aback by what I saw. Both of them were fast asleep in her bed.

I can't lie; they looked really cute together. It was a bit surprising, though, since Camila didn't let many people in. She rarely dated anyone, and seeing her like this, so comfortable with Pedri, made me wonder what was going on in her mind.

Part of me felt a little weird about it. I mean, they weren't dating, right? But there was something endearing about how at ease they seemed with each other.

Returning to the living room, I shook my head with a mix of confusion and admiration. "They're both knocked out in her bed," I said to Gavi, trying to keep my voice casual. "It's kind of adorable, but also... weird, right?"

"Yeah, definitely," Gavi replied, a smirk on his face. "But if it helps her, then who cares? They both need it."

"True," I said, pulling out my phone. "Let's just order some pizza and wings. We can wake them up with food

## Camila's POV

I was at practice, fully immersed in the rhythm of drills and plays, but my mind kept drifting back to our upcoming dinner party. It was a tradition for our families to come together, sharing laughter, stories, and food. However, this year felt different. I was acutely aware that I would be the only one without family there, and the thought weighed heavily on me. Seeing everyone else surrounded by loved ones made my heart ache with a sense of isolation.

As I was lost in these thoughts, Nazareth approached me, her bright smile cutting through my melancholy. "So, are you coming to the party?" she asked, her enthusiasm evident.

"Um, I don't really know if my family is coming to town," I replied hesitantly. "The boys are the only ones who are aware of my family situation. It's funny, but I feel most comfortable sharing things with Pedri. I don't quite understand why that is, but it's like I can open up to him in a way I can't with anyone else."

Nazareth regarded me for a moment, her expression shifting from excitement to concern. "Well, if you decide to stay, just know I'll miss you. But either way, take care of yourself," she said gently.

"Bye," I replied softly, feeling a mix of gratitude and sadness as she walked away. I resolved to stay and train a little longer, using the time to focus on my game rather than my feelings.

When I finally got home, I found Ale waiting for me in the living room, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Camila, where were you?" he asked, his tone revealing that he had been worried.

"I was at training," I said, trying to sound casual, though I could sense the weight of my day hanging over me.

"But it ended four hours ago!" he exclaimed, clearly puzzled by my prolonged absence.

"I stayed a little longer to work on my skills," I explained, attempting to brush off his concern. "Are you hungry? I could whip something up."

"No, I'm going to go shower," he replied, heading toward the bathroom.

As I stood there, the silence of the house settled around me, and my phone buzzed, breaking the stillness. It was my mom calling, her ringtone bringing a wave of familiarity and comfort. *Mamma❤️* flashed on the screen.

"Hi, Mom," I answered, forcing a smile even though she couldn't see it.

"Hey, sweetie," she replied, her voice warm and soothing, like a gentle embrace.

"Mom, are you coming for the party?" I asked, my heart racing with hope.

"Sweetie, I'm really sorry, but I can't. I have a big project I need to finish," she said, her tone apologetic but firm.

I felt a pang of disappointment wash over me. "It's fine, Mom. I understand," I replied, trying to mask my sadness. "I have to go now. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Bye, love you," she said, her voice lingering in the air even after the call ended.

"Love you," I whispered to the empty room, staring at the screen for a moment before it went dark.

Feeling overwhelmed and tired, I realized how much the day had taken out of me. "I'm exhausted," I thought to myself. "I think I really need to get some rest." With a heavy heart but a resolved mind, I made my way to my room, hoping that a good night's sleep would help me find some clarity and strength for the days ahead.

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