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my problem?

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my problem?














































mia (manager) 🥰

we're having a meeting
at 12pm

ooh ok whats it about?
and where?

i'll pick you up don't worry
and its about the recent happenings
with a certain barcelona footballer

who pedri?
what about him?

the whole media is gossiping
about you two
you can find out more details
in the meeting

ok
i'll see you at 12

ok

















"Sabrina, I have a meeting at 12, will you be okay on your own?" I ask, walking into the guest room. Sabrina looked up from her phone and nodded.

"Yeah, have fun in your meeting." She says, giving me a smile.

"I'll try." I say, smiling back and walking out the room.

///

It was 11:45 and Mia texted me to tell me she was outside. I slipped on my boots and hurried outside to the driveway.

I walked up to Mia's car and opened the door. "Hey Mia." I say, getting in.

"Hi Stas." She replies, giving me a polite smile. "I do want to let you know that Pedri and his manager will be at the meeting so don't turn full fan girl when you get there."

"I won't fan girl." I scoff, "I can be professional."

"Oh sure you can."

We sit in silence for the rest of the drive, the radio being to only source of sound.

Mia stopped the car outside an isolated cafe. "Ok we're here." She says, opening her door.

I open mine and swiftly get out. I walk round to Mia and we make our way into the cafe.

My eyes scan around and land on a table in the corner. Pedri and his manager were sat opposite each other, both seeming to be in deep discussion.

Mia walked towards them. "Hello." She said, taking a seat beside Pedri's manager. I gave her a look as if to say now why would you do that.

She gave me a stern look as if saying no games sit down. I rolled my eyes before sitting down next to Pedri.

I watched as he turned to me, looking me up and down. I gave him a smile, the most I could do without going full fan girl. He, however, rolled his eyes and turned back to face the other two.

I frowned looking at Pedri for a second before shaking my head and looking at the managers.

"So as you guys know, you two are all over the media." Mia says, her eyes darting between the both of us. "And it's getting slightly out of control."

"We've come up with a plan that should hopefully die it down a bit." Pedri's manager said. "You two are going to confirm that you are dating, don't give me that look Pedri, and stay that way for as long as we say."

"Hopefully, by you two admitting you're dating, it should control some of the rumours." Mia adds on.

"But I said in Sabrina's live that it wasn't going to happen." I say, leaning my arms on the table. "So people are obviously going to know that it's fake."

"Yes you did say 'it's never going to happen' but you never said the words about you or Pedri dating." Mia said.

"But-." Pedri tried to agrue but was cut off.

"There's nothing that you can say that's going to change this situation."

I watched as Pedri sulks back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. I turn to look at him. "Why are you acting like this is the worst thing in the world?"

He looks at me with a slight disgusted look. "Oh I bet you're over the moon about this." He says.

"That didn't answer my question." I argue back.

"I don't need to answer it, or you." He says, rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem with me?" I ask, "I'm trying to be nice to you but all you can give back is an eye roll."

"My problem, I don't have-."

"Alright you two, that's enough." Mia cuts in. "You two aren't going to solve anything by yelling at each other. Now, Stas, give Pedri your phone so he can put in his number."

I grumble to myself as I pull out my phone and unlock it, handing it over to Pedri. He takes it and types in his number. I take my phone back, save his number and put it back in my pocket.

"Ok now we want to go other a few things before you can leave." Pedri's manager says. "Firstly, you both have to comment on each others instagram pictures and post about each other."

"We also want you to make public appearances together, whether it's going on dates, attending events or just generally hanging out." Mia added on, "You both happy with this?"

"I'm not." Pedri says. "Can we just find another way to sort out the rumours."

"No." His manager says, "You're going to do this."

"Fine." Pedri mumbles, sitting back in his chair.

"Yesterday I would've been jumping at the idea of this." I say, "Now I want to kill myself." I mumble the last part.

Mia must not have heard as she clapped her hands together and smiled. "Right, one of you can make a post later and the other has to comment. We can go on from there." I sigh, resting my chin on my hand. This is going to be hell.

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