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part 2

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a betrayal

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If someone asked from the outside, you'd say Barca was like a family.

Claudia was your sister, a twin. You were double trouble.

Patri was the older sister.

Alexia was the mom. Soccer mom. She made sure you and Claudia kept in line.

You teased Ana and said she was the grandmother, eventually agreeing to be the Aunt though.

Mapi and Ingrid were like Soccer moms too, although sometimes you'd argue Mapi was too childish and she was the baby of the family.

The family was tight. You had your groups within the team and they were close.

When Alexia and Aitana went to the World Cup, you felt betrayed. Confused and upset why they would go against what they'd said the whole time.

You lost some of your family for a few months. You didn't want to talk to them, acknowledge them.

Going to a senior world cup had been yours and Claudia's dream. Mapi and Patri had experienced it before but you were yet to reach that stage of your career.

The first few days were spent crying in Mapi's arms. You felt overwhelmed and upset that this was happening, it wasn't fair.

Alexia had tried to reach out to you but you chose not to reply. Watching the calls on the screen until they rang out. Her messages appearing amongst other notifications.

Hey small stuff. Miss you x

Y/N I'm sorry, I love you ❤️

Please call me. I want to talk to you Y/N/N.

You spent a few weeks with Patri and Pina on holiday in Mallorca, boat trips and tanning on the beach.

The nights were spent cuddled up together watching films, sharing popcorn and toffees.

"Claudi stop wriggling." You'd tug on the blanket, pulling back what she had taken away from you.

"I'm not!"

"That pair of you... your children!" Patri sighs.

And then preseason training started again.

You were with the Barca B team like usual, some of the internationals joining back once their time in Australia and New Zealand had come to an end.

August 20th came around too fast.

You had stayed at Pina's place that night, sharing a bed like you would in the youth age groups on away camps.

"You know whatever happens today we were right for staying home. We stuck by our morals and what we believe P." You tell her, laying in bed.

She didn't reply but let out a giggle when your stomach rumbled loud.

"Let's go out for breakfast."

-

The next morning wasn't quite the same. You lay in Mapi's arms crying. Ingrid rubbing your back softly.

"It's not fair" You sobbed, rubbing your teary eyes on you sleeve.

"I know, mi amor." She kissed the top of your head.

"She messaged me again yesterday." You whispered, pulling out your phone and showing her.

"Y/N! You haven't replied to her messages since July 2nd!" Mapi slaps your arm.

"And?!" You cry, keeping tucked under her arm, watching as she scrolls through the phone.

"Mi querida, you can't just shut her out completely." Ingrid tells you, tucking some hair behind you ear.

"You have to remember that this was also best for Alexia's rehab and injury... As much as we both hate her being there." Mapi tells you, a bit reluctantly. "Message her."

You snatch you phone back, hovering over the keyboard before typing out 'I love you Alexia. I'm sorry'.

The blue button is hit and you chuck you phone on the end of the sofa, not wanting to do anything more.

"Baby steps I suppose." Mapi sighs.

-

You stayed off of social media for a while, not replying to anymore of Alexia's messages. You decided the one reply was enough for now.

Seeing Spain win was hard. You knew the preseason tour was coming up so you had something to keep your mind off of it.

You hadn't expected Alexia to come to Mexico with the team, it being just a week after the world cup final.

You’d spoken to Claudia and Patri one night after training. They didn’t know how to act, you all loved Alexia but the betrayal hurt a lot.

-

“Just smile.” Ingrid’s arm wrapped around you. keeping you close by her side.

Alexia and Mapi had turned up to the preseason tour camp a day after the rest of the team.

“I don’t want to see her, Ingrid.” You drop your head to the side to lean on her, the taller women’s arm pulling you closer into her.

“You can’t avoid her forever. She’s Alexia, and your her favourite on this team. She’ll want to see you.”

“I am not her favourite…”

Ingrid chuckles. “You so are, the favouritism is ridiculous y/n/n. She’s a football mom to you and your her favourite football daughter.”

You keep yourself in Ingrid’s arms, she’s a good hugger and radiates a lot of comfort for you.

“Alexia and María have arrived, they’ll join us in a few moments.” Jona announces to you all as your stood around on the training field.

You start picking at your fingers, a nervous habit of yours.

Your mucking around with Jana and Claudia when you see Alexia and Mapi jogging around the pitch.

The coaching staff split you up into groups of 8, yourself ending up with 6 Barca B players and Marta.

“You alright, grandma?” You smile cheekily and Marta slaps you on the arm.

“Hey Alexia!” You head one of the younger girls say.

You spin around on your heels and see Alexia approach the group.

“Jona said to join you guys.” She smiles, making eye contact with you before you look away.

You look at the floor, the ball bag, anything except Alexia, hoping she’ll leave you alone.

Truth is that you miss her, the 2 and a half months away from her has been a torture as your so used to being with her all the time.

“Hey.” You see her boots appear in front of you.

You turn around and head to the water cooler, getting a bottle out and drinking from it, anything to keep away from Alexia.

You didn’t want to do this, but you didn’t want to face her either.

You’d managed the whole training session without direct conversation, you ignored her stares across the field and worked your way to Claudia and Patri when she approached you.

-

That evening, you gathered in the hotel lobby. A group of fans asking Alexia for pictures and autographs.

You felt uncomfortable watching it, standing besides Mapi and Ingrid again.

“I miss her.” You sigh, whispering softly under your breath.

“Talk to her.” Ingrid whispers back. “She’ll want you too.”

Alexia works herself away from the fans, trying to get back into the group.

She pushes in between you and Caroline, listening to Jona talk before he dismisses you all.

Before she can say anything, or walk away, you through your arms around her shoulders and bury your head into her neck.

Neither of you say anything, you don’t have to.

She rubs your back softly, holding you tight in her arms as if she was afraid you would run off and ignore her again.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles.

“I missed you.” A few tears spill from your eyes, soaking her training top a little.

“I missed you too, small stuff. You’ve gotten taller.” She smiles, kissing your forehead and wiping your teary eyes.

“Ale I hate you so much right now” You shake you head, moving back away from her. “But i love you and I’ve missed you and I don’t want you to do that ever again please.” You tear up some more.

She nods, pulling you back into her arms again. “I love you.”

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See you in my dreams, Hermosa (Pablo Gavi x reader)

Summary: When you can't close the window and you almost freeze to death, but Pablo comes to your aid and wraps you in his warm body.

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It was a late, balmy evening when you awoke in your new apartment. The room was chilly, you could feel it over your bare shoulder, sticking out from under the white, fluffy sheets. Staying still for a moment, you thought about it and didn't even notice that Pablo had gathered almost the entire quilt on his side. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and wanted to fall into Morpheus's arms as soon as possible, but something in the back of your head was stopping you from doing so.

So you got up and despite the shivers that went through your pale body, as soon as your foot found a fragment of the floor, you went towards the window. Through the see-through blinds, a view of Barcelona's nightlife appeared in front of your eyes. Every now and then someone honked a car, and tourists gave a hard time with every fit of laughter. When you walked through the streets of the city, you felt "at home", like the unity of one metropolis. Everyone was similar in their own way, people were more open and willing to have fun. Every stupid mistake and prank united people, there was no room for sadness and remorse.

Looking at all this from a distance, the spots of invisible faces seemed so distant and dissimilar. Do people from the balconies think the same of us when we cross the lanes in the light of bright lanterns?

As you lived on the first floor, centrally above the renowned night bar, it was inevitable that you would hear the muffled conversations of the people dining there. Every now and then you could hear the slam of the door, the patter of heavy heels and the signal of the lighter being lit to light a cigarette. You were tired of it all. It was not always possible to go to bed earlier, sometimes, for example, when it was necessary to finish some important report for work, one would like to concentrate in silence.

But Pablo promised you it was only a temporary solution. He wanted to be with you, even at such a high price. You knew he had sacrificed a lot, and you didn't want to upset him with such trifles. Deep down, you liked to keep your patience with the vision of a slightly quieter, idyllic life on the outskirts of the city, where no one could harm you. You had no intention of leaving Barcelona because you had implanted your hearts in so many places and people.

You tried to close the window but to no avail. With every push and physical force, the gap between you and the fresh, icy air widened. So you gave up rubbing on the doorknob any further and fell back onto the pillow. You began to gently pull the quilt to your side, but part of it curled up and now stopped the warm circulation in the boy's body. You sighed regretfully and turned your head to try to go back to sleep, ignoring the sounds and temperature of your surroundings.

"I’m strong, I’ll manage" you thought, but with every second and a gust of wind your limbs froze and you stopped believing in the magic of these words. But then a miracle happened.

You thought it was the voice of some angel from your dream, welcoming you to his humble home. But no. It was his voice that reached your ears.

“Hermosa, are you okay?” Pablo said, opening his eyes lazily and letting go of the weight of matter. You turned to him and met his hazel eyes. You opened your mouth and he put his warm, smooth hand to your cheek and then to your forehead. He folded his straight eyebrows in concern and repeated the question. You wanted to answer, but you were speechless. As he touched you again, tears filled his eyes. You were shivering from the cold like never before. The boy didn't know what was wrong with you and he was terribly worried.

Pablo quickly took off his hoodie and wrapped it around you. To make matters worse, he wrapped you in the same warm sheets. Your body went through a huge heat shock, but when Pablo pulled you close, you started to ignore it. In time it all stopped. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and slowly fell into the clouds of sleep, aware that his strong arms were cradling you like a teddy bear. “They predicted an exceptionally cold night today. Why didn't you wake me up? You know I want you to be near me when we sleep. Don't be nervous, you can always come closer."

"Sorry. I didn't want to trouble you." You said in a sleepy voice against his neck. He smelled of cologne and… himself.

When Pablo heard your voice, he shook his head. “Don't say that, please. It's my duty to take care of you. See you in my dreams, Hermosa."

Dawn came as fast as Morpheus, finally inviting you to his dreamland.

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