Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ What Do I Do With You? (Pablo Gavi.)

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The night feels never-ending, stretching deeper and deeper into silence, but not even that can quiet your thoughts. You’re in your room, the TV on, providing a backdrop to the steady thrum of your heart.

The glow of the screen flickers across your face, but it's nothing compared to the way he’s occupying your mind. Gavi. His name alone sends your pulse into overdrive, turning your world on and off like a switch under his control, and you wonder how he has this power over you.

You didn’t ask him to stop. How could you? A part of you likes the uncertainty, the thrill that comes from the way he keeps you on edge, your emotions swinging with every glance, every word, every moment shared between you two.

But still, a tiny whisper in the back of your mind worries—will he get tired of this? Of you?

Because you’re sure you won’t.

He’s become everything. Like the perfect summer day, all warmth and brightness, without any of the weight of suffocating heat. You smile at the thought, your hand gripping the side of the pillow tighter as your thoughts circle back to him.

He’s become the reason you feel so alive, the bubbling joy in the pit of your stomach every time you think of him. He’s the highlight of your day, the reason your heart skips a beat every time his name is mentioned.

It’s so late, and yet sleep won’t come. Not when you’re thinking of him like this. The night slips by, and before you know it, the sky is tinged with early morning light.

Your heart flutters in your chest, anticipation building with each passing hour, like it always does when he’s on your mind.

What do I do with you, Gavi?

You close your eyes, and even in the darkness, all you see is him. Your lips twitch into a small smile, amused by how deeply he’s ingrained himself in your thoughts. When you see him, you think of him more.

And when you’re not with him, all you do is imagine him. The memory of his smile, the sound of his laugh—everything about him just sticks to you, filling the empty spaces in your heart.

It’s ridiculous how much you like him. Each day, it feels like it grows a little stronger, and you’re almost overwhelmed by it. But then again, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You wonder, does he lie awake thinking of you too? Does his mind race with thoughts of you the way yours does for him?

You imagine him, maybe in his room, sprawled across his bed after a long day of training, his body tired but his thoughts too restless to let him sleep. Maybe, just maybe, he’s thinking of you.

Your heart skips at the thought. Could he be staring at the ceiling right now, replaying the moments you shared like you do? The way your eyes met earlier that day, how his lips quirked up into that familiar, almost teasing smile.

You replay it over and over in your mind, dissecting every small gesture, every word, wondering if he meant more with his lingering glance, if he feels the same spark that ignites every time you’re near him.

What do I do with you, Gavi?

You pull your knees up to your chest, hugging them tightly as you try to shake off the whirlwind of emotions. But it’s impossible.

You’re so far gone, so wrapped up in this feeling, that even the thought of him makes you feel lightheaded.

It’s almost embarrassing how much you like him. But it’s true—there’s no denying it.

What would he say if he knew? You imagine telling him, blurting it out between nervous laughs, your heart in your throat as you wait for his reaction.

Would he smile that same mischievous smile? Or would he look at you in that serious, thoughtful way he does sometimes, the weight of his gaze making your knees weak?

You don’t know which scares you more—the idea that he might not feel the same or that he does, and everything changes between you.

You turn over in bed, your heart still pounding. Every time you think you’ve calmed down, the image of him flashes back in your mind, and it all starts again.

What would he do if he knew you can’t sleep because of him? That he’s the reason your thoughts run wild every night, the reason you feel this unexplainable, overwhelming pull toward him?

It’s hard to say. Gavi is a mystery in many ways—fiercely competitive on the field, yet soft in those rare, quiet moments when it’s just the two of you.

You’ve seen glimpses of that side of him, the way his guard drops just enough for you to see the boy behind the player.

That’s what keeps you hooked. He’s not just Gavi, the star of FC Barcelona—he’s Gavi, the boy who makes your heart race with a single glance, the boy who makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world when he talks to you.

You sigh softly, giving up any hope of sleep tonight. Instead, you let your thoughts drift back to him, to the way his hand brushed against yours earlier, the warmth of his skin lingering long after the moment passed.

You don’t know what the future holds, but for now, this is enough—these quiet moments in the dark where it’s just you and the thought of him, filling your heart with a sweetness you can’t explain.

Tomorrow, you’ll see him again. And just like every time before, your heart will flutter when he smiles at you, when he says your name like it’s something special.

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll get the courage to ask him what he thinks about late at night when the world is quiet and it’s just him and his thoughts.

Maybe you’ll finally ask him: What do you do with me, Gavi?

And when you do, you hope his answer is as simple and sweet as yours: Everything.