Pedri POV
It felt strange walking into the house after being away for a week. I had been staying at my parents' place, enjoying some family time before heading into the international break. I wouldn't be seeing them at my games this time, so I wanted to make the most of it. As I approached the door, I realized I had forgotten my keys. Just as I was about to knock, Pablo opened it, a grin spreading across his face.
"Guys!" I called out, stepping inside.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up! Didn't even bother to text or call us. What a true brother you are!" he teased, his tone light but playful. I chuckled, feeling a warmth in my chest. I love these guys. Ever since I arrived in Barcelona, they've made me feel like family. It's not just me; Gavi feels it too.
"So, where's Camila? I heard she was back from the hospital," I asked, my heart sinking a little at the thought.
Fermin glanced at me, his expression turning serious. "You might want to sit down," he said.
"She left yesterday," he added.
"What? Where?" I exclaimed, my stomach twisting.
"To Paris," Joao replied, his voice steady but tinged with concern.
"Why?" I asked, feeling a surge of panic.
"She's going to train with a doctor for four months to get back on the pitch stronger than ever," Joao explained.
I felt a pang of regret. "I didn't even get to say goodbye," I murmured, frustration bubbling up inside me.
"I'm sorry, bro," Gavi said, his voice quiet, understanding the weight of the situation.
"How can she be gone for four months?" I questioned, the reality hitting me hard. I had so many feelings for her, and now I wouldn't even get a chance to talk to her before she left.
As the guys exchanged worried glances, I realized that I needed to share my feelings with them one day. But for now, all I could do was hope she would be okay and come back stronger.
Camila POV:
It had been a month since I moved to Paris, the boys kept in touch every day. Their messages were a lifeline, reminding me that I was still part of the team, even from a distance. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling of isolation. I missed the camaraderie we shared back in Barcelona—the laughter, the teasing, and the late-night conversations about everything and nothing.
I got ready, putting on my favorite training gear, and walked down to my car. The drive to the training center was a mix of excitement and nostalgia. I loved Paris—the architecture, the cafes, the energy—but my heart ached for Barcelona. That city felt like home, and I longed for the familiar sights of Camp Nou and the bustling streets where I had built so many memories with the boys.
As I arrived at the center, I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task ahead. Right now, we were working on my recovery, specifically helping me regain my strength and confidence after the injury. My head still felt fragile from the concussion, and my leg was still healing, but I was determined to push through.
"Hey, Camila," Dr. Daniel greeted me as I walked in.
"Hey, Dr. Daniel," I replied, forcing a smile despite the weight of my thoughts.
"Well, let's get started," he said, leading me into the training area.
He explained the exercises we would be doing today. "We'll focus on agility drills and some light running to help you get used to the movement again without feeling dizzy," he said, his tone reassuring. "It's important to build your confidence, especially after what happened."
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"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez
Fanfic"Camila has been very close to the boys' group ever since she grew up with them at La Masia. However, the dynamic changes when two new players join the team.
