the perfect pair | PABLO GAVI

[22] with you in the crowd

hopefully the second goes... better?

athlético has shot numerous of times but none have seem to gone in. i can feel their frustration from here even after they add one more minute. it's not like i'm rooting for them but i'm playing fair on both ends.

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minutes into the second half, araújo got a yellow for sliding, stegen only continued to block all of athlético's shots, ferran shot an offside kick, pedri pleaded for a red against another player but now we're in the last few minutes before we can get the hell out of here.

i couldn't help but bite my nails throughout the whole game and i never do that unless i'm that anxious.

"i can't watch anymore." sira finally sits all the way back against the chair and i can only join her, but i'm reminded that there was only six minute's left so we agreed to pay attention now that we have nothing to worry about. but just as we look back, my eyes have never widened so big from what's right in front of us.

ferran is in a literal cat fight with savic from hair pulling to biting, and head locking.

"roja," i just barely manage to whisper before sira's head snaps in my direction. "what the fuck. for the athlético player right?!" i immediately shake my head, "what no, for both of them!"

sira gets up from her seat as soon as i say that and makes her way up to xavi. "xavi, no puede ser!"

"sira, he also part took, the ref has no choice." i say to her but clearly the only person she needs to hear it from is xavi who just agrees with me as he watches ferran make his way.

"pura mierda que es."

i move aside because he clearly isn't unless i wanted to get body slammed with his temper.

xavi is still by my side while sira goes to comfort him.

i kinda doubt he needs it.

"so, you wanna tell me about that shirt since we have two more minutes?" i slowly turn to him with a sincere smile, maybe that way it'll ease whatever i'm gonna say to explain myself, "so we don't like the shirt?"

"not unless it has your name, doesn't help that you guys are the same number either."

i groan and try to explain that it's really nothing and that not even i expected it.

"i had to stop him from coming to see you at half time, and i'm surprised he didn't go against me. lo distraes, sabes?"

"i'm not anyone's distraction. we're friends... that's really it, i guess."

xavi, without hesitation, bursts into a maniac laugh and i back up not even wanting to be seen around him like this.

"no estoy siego como tu, y/n. vas a ver."

what exactly am i going to see?

the whistle blows and the crowd goes crazy which only makes me look back out at every one sweating but also proud of their win even if it's a small one.

i didn't notice xavi move aside to shake hands with diego simeone and congratulate the team until i feel two pairs of hands on my shoulder.

they're sort of weighing me down from it's unfamiliar touch.

i turn around only to be met with griezmann and joão standing right behind him. "y/n! i knew it was you."

i must really look unrecognizable from afar.

"greizmann! you played an amazing game, as always," i couldn't tell if i should say something to joão but it would seem rude not to so i peak my head out slightly to meet eye to eye, "you as well! i'm y/n." i smile at him knowing i'll just have to continue dreaming because of the age difference. "very nice to meet you, thank you by the way. i also enjoy nothing more than your games." his accent is so clear it's making me dizzy.

"was that so hard?" griezmann interrupts and joão rolls his eyes. "he couldn't come up to you on his own but then again i couldn't help but say hi also."

we get to small talk between the three of us and turns out, joão's a really good conversationalist.

not a dry moment between us.

i was about to ask joão if he'd actually consider chelsea but the taps on my shoulder stop me to get a look of who it is and it's gavi who's still sweating even after having time to cool down. i can't tell if he's here for me or to congratulate the two other people he just played with.

it doesn't matter, greizmann is too polite and does it for everyone.

"you're an amazing youngster, great game." gavi thanks him but he lacks emotion on his face around others. joão also shakes his hand and i can't help but die inside because can't he look like he's grateful and having a good time just once?

he always has that face it's so hard to defend him.

"well it was great meeting you, y/n. good luck on your game tomorrow."

"yeah we'll definitely be watching." greizmann adds and he brings me into a hug.

although i've shared some words with joão, i can't tell if it's appropriate to do so or not but it's like he read my mind and brought me into one as well and i couldn't help but fangirl like crazy inside.

they walk away and i don't think twice but jump into gavi's arms. "that assist was amazing!"

i don't think he processed what i had done until i stretched my arms all the way, still holding onto his shoulders on each side leaving a gap between us.

it doesn't last, he stared at me for a few seconds before pulling me back into his arms.

this time he made it to my waist. "i'm glad you were here for that." he smiles back at me and i can't help but part his hair to the side because it looks like it's really bothering him. "the team's going out. you're coming with if that wasn't obvious." he informs me and it honestly doesn't sound so bad, at least i'll have sira. "fine with me. but seriously, you were really good tonight."

"i don't think i'll ever take that from anyone the way i take it from you." he moves away some of the hair blocking my frame before lowering my head slightly.

just like last practice, he places a kiss on top like it's nothing, like it's our thing.

i've only grown to love it.

"i really like the jersey on you." that only makes me blush and i can just feel it from the way my cheeks hurt from smiling, "me too." i manage to let out before he lowers his arm again to wrap around my waist and walk us out side by side as close as we could get.

the team is cheering like crazy and i takes everything in me to kiss the side of his face just slightly above his cheek.

i think i would've enjoyed it more if he wasn't so sweaty, but i brush it off even after i feel him staring and continue walking.

i make eye contact with both sira and ferran and i know by the time they have their drinks, i won't hear the end of it.

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