Pedri is the one who chose where our date would be and he decided that for our first date we would...
Take a day trip, we will go out of town and he will drive us somewhere. He said he knew a spot. The radio is playing something I don't know the name to.
"Colly is my highschool friend. That's all. She is studying in Madrid right now and wanted to spend her holidays here, in Barcelona. I wasn't going to refuse my friend who needed a place to stay." He starts off without me asking.
I know it makes sense. I know he doesn't love her. But I will still be petty about it.
"Her holiday is almost over, in case you were interested. I know you don't like her..."
I laugh with a sarcastic tone. "It's not like she likes me either. You do understand that she wants to fuck you, right ? She wants to kiss you, and fuck you, and date you, and marry you and be a football trophy wife !" The more I talk the more I get pissed off. She doesn't even love him. She loves his money and fame. It's not fair. He shouldn't be friends with a girl like that.
"And you don't ?" He asks. Eyes on the road.
"What ?"
"You don't want to kiss me ? Or fuck me ? Date me ? What about marrying me, huh ? Being my trophy wife doesn't sound so ba-"
"Stop talking !" I shout, my mind explosing with images and embarassment.
He chuckles, knowing he got me. Eyes still on the road. I like that. Keep us alive, babe.
A song I know by heart but didn't hear in ages starts to play in the radio, and the more I listen to it the more it reminds me of Pedri. And me. And us.
Ever since I met him, every song started to be about him.
I bring my hand close to the gear lever, where his right hand is resting on. I don't dare touch his hand right now, but I want to. A lot.
He gives our hands a quick look, takes my hand inside his, and puts my hand on the gear lever, surrounded by his.
My palm and fingers are under his and he starts to accelerates, the adrenaline rushing through my body.
"Why did you call me a few weeks ago ?" He asks out of nowhere, taking me out of my zone and out of my thoughts.
"Why did Gavi have your phone ?" I ask back.
"It rang so he picked it up. Don't change the subject. Why did you call me ?" His tone strict, he really wants to know.
"I just...thought we should talk about, I don't know, us, what's our relationship, why do we meet so often, what will happen to us, things like that, you know ?" I don't even know if it makes sense. But I don't care. It's embarassing to say it out loud. I can't even look at him.
"You... wanted to talk about something so important on the phone ? Are you kidding me ?" He asks, can't believing I didn't even want to meet him to talk about these but talk it over a phonecall. Or even texts. I hate phonecalls.
"I thought it would be too awkward to talk it out in real life ! And I was right ! It is awkward." I say, feeling a little attacked.
He starts to clench his right hand, and hurts mine a little at the same time, forgetting my hand is inside his. He slows down the car and parks on the side, making me confused.
When the car stops, he dives towards me and kisses my lips. Both of his hands were around my head and moving was impossible. He owned me. He owned me and loved licking and biting my lips.
I don't want him to let go. I never want him to let go. No matter how hard breathing gets.
My entire body feels hot like a volcano and my heart beats in my head. It was unbearable, but so good at the same time.
After a long time, he lets me go and bites his lower lip a little, his lips were red like strawberries, and mine hurt a little.
"You're my girlfriend. That's it. That's the conversation." He says softly.
"You're my girlfriend and I will never let you go. I will always treat you right and I will always be there for you. Just like you will always be there for me." He confesses. His voice a little hoarse, making him even hotter.
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Note to people : I never went to Barcelona so the places I write do not exist. I did some research to see if I could use a real countryside but I felt like sticking to my imaginary place more.
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After a few hours of being in the car, we finally stop by a village and Pedri makes his way towards a pastry.
"Want to come in ?" He asks, stretching his arms.
"Why are we here ?" I ask.
"They make the best desserts I ever tasted. It's a family to family little pastry. Well known in the village but, well, not in Barcelona, obviously." He explains excitedly. He must love this little bakery.
"Are you hungry ?" I ask now.
"It's for our date." He corrects. "My spot is half an hour away from here. We're almost there."
I nodd and as I look around, my eyes wander to the cloth shop on the other side of the road.
"Let's go there first." I say while pointing towards the shop. He is surprised, but follows me without complaining
We get in the shop and an old woman greets us. We greet her back and I start to look around immediately.
"Do you like anything you see ?" He asks again.
"Yes. For you." My hands going through one cloth to another.
He is surprised- and he likes it. He likes it that I search clothes for him.
"Why are you always wearing skinny jeans ?" I ask as I get my hands on some pants. Pants. Pedri in a pair of black pants. Hot.
"Not always. But I like them. Why ?"
"Pants would look amazing on you. I know thousands of your fans want you to drop the skinny jeans."
I tried to make myself look good for him, and he came in everyday clothes. I didn't want him to show up in a suit, but still. I guess he is a guy after all.
"Try that." I shove the pants to his chest.
"Yes ma'am." He answers as if he had received an order.
He goes in the cabins, and when he comes out I find him breathtaking.
It.is.only.pants. so why do I find him so hot in them ? Why is the minimal effort enough with guys to make them hot ? It's unfair.
Fuck. Pedri is breath taking hot.
"You look like you are on fire. I love that expression on you." He teases.
"...will you buy them ?" I try to change the conversation.
"After seeing the look on your face ? It would be a crime not to buy them."
He, like some cliché romance tv show male leader, took 50€ out of his jacket, said 'keep the change' to the kind lady and walked out of the store with the pants on. It was a small store so there was no noise when going out, and he simply threw the price tag off.
We then went to the bakery and bought éclaires, croissants, some cakes and left.
***
After half an hour, we finally arrived to his dearest spot and he got out of the car first and told me to stay where I am.
He went to my door, opened it, unbuckled my seat and took me in his arms, carrying me princess style as I yelled of surprise and laughed.
I put my arms around his neck and he walked towards a tree on a small hill.
"This, is my spot." He says while letting me go. We were on a small hill with a giant tree in the middle, having a magnificient view towards a rainbow field of tulips, shining under the sun.
"This is... beautiful..." I say, words not enough to describe how much I love it.
"Glad you like it." He gives me a long kiss on the cheek and holds me by the waist.
We talked, ate, laughed and kissed on our small hill until the sun came down.