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[24] getting there

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Y/N's POV

"mi amor, abrí la puerta. (my love, open the door)"

i was by sira's side when she called for ferran... again. this time it was for lunch and she had a whole other tray of food even after he didn't answer for breakfast. "ferran-"

"veté (go away), sira."

what sira didn't know is that i asked for a key card at the front if he didn't answer this time around. i immediately shoot her a look because he has no right to speak to my sister that way. "leave it, y/n." as if. but i know she wouldn't forgive me if i went in there and knocked some sense into him.

instead, i handed her the key card and held my composure. "make sure he eats. but i swear if says anything to you-"

"he won't," he knows better, i hope. "thanks by the way." my back is already turned towards her as i was making my own way to gavi's room. "don't worry about it, sira."

after all, she was all i had these past few days.

my dad was also locking himself in the room according to my mom. pedri's been trying to enjoy the last few days with his parents and brother, so were a lot of the other guys with a family of their own.

but then there was people like ansu and ferran who haven't shown their faces.

i was getting worried to say the least.

i went around knocking on their doors, i just never got a response.

i knocked on gavi's a waited a few seconds. i can tell he's trying his hardest to hold up that smile he gives me. "y'know it's okay to not-"

but my attention drifts to what's behind him.

"you can't seriously be packing already." i look back at him and he backs away the second i storm into the room and start dumping everything out. "why would you do that?!"

"we don't leave for another four days, well you do but you have to make something of it and-"

"what do you mean 'you do'?" it hadn't hit me what i said before he pointed it out. the room goes quiet but that just means i have explaining. "well, remember that call with leo at dinner? i'm staying until they get eliminated per his request."

those three years my dad was managing barca were the best.

any and every team my dad has managed becomes my second family, but they were my favorite. so i wasn't surprised when messi called. "would've been nice to know sooner." i just barely got the call yesterday. i give him a sorrowful look and turn back to the clothes. "i'll fix this don't worry."

he laughs when i bend down to pick and fold everything back up.

i can hear his steps approaching and his hand go for mine. "just leave it, mi amor. (my love)" i feel bad for leaving it a mess though. "wanna go out? maybe it'll make you feel better." he sinks onto the floor instead, so i take that as a no.

i brush some of the hairs falling in his eyes and he closes them in response. "i kinda wanna stay in, if that's okay."

"of course it is." i kiss his forehead and get up myself before helping him. "but what to do."