Reunion - Mapi Leon x Reader

Chapter 1 - Seeing You Again

"-AND THAT IS CARLOTA AGUILA GOING FOR THE... OH MY GOD SHE'S GONE FOR THE GOAL! THAT'S SPAIN WITH THE ONE POINT LEAD AHEAD OF EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS ENGLAND! GOODNESS ME! WHAT A DAY."

5 months Prior.

I click decline for the 5th time tonight, the familiar ringtone coming to a stop as I put my phone onto do not disturb, finally silencing the buzzing as I'm alerted of yet another call.

A bar in the middle of Barcelona was not how I expected to spend my evening, having been cooped up in a plane for 11 hours and then escorted to a fancy looking hotel, thankful for the opportunity to stretch out only to be told not to get too comfortable. My sister had waltzed in after only 5 minutes of sleep, my head spinning angrily at its denial of rest, only to find out it was being forced in one of the shortest skirts - one that I was sure did not cover half of what it needed too. She'd dragged me back out to hail a taxi, shoving me in the back with a couple of her giggling friends, whilst she squeezed in at the opposite end, seemingly having given herself much more room than the rest of us.

The words "sonrisa, Lottie" (smile) had become too frequent for my liking, as the journey to the bar bore on. It was hot and humid and sweaty and disgusting and I wanted nothing more than to curl up in the king sized bed and watch whatever Spanish Soap Opera was playing at half 11 at night. But instead I was climbing out and thanking the driver kindly, trailing behind the cackle of girls dressed in clothes somehow less modest than mine - my sister included.

If I thought the taxi was hell, then there must be another level of horror, for the bar is 10x worse than that taxi was. Even more hot, even more humid, even more sweaty and disgusting. But even worse, it is packed. Despite the corner reserved for the hen party, there are still people squished in together like a tin of beans. There isn't any room to dance. It takes 3 months just to get your drink with the queue. And most of all I'm on my own.

My sister is preoccupied, definitely making good use of her 'last night of freedom', as drinks were poured and she chatted up yet another handsome stranger. Typical. Every so often, she pops over, tells me to try it out for myself, but I shake my head, turn back to my phone and sigh as the same name pops up at the top of my screen.
Lucas is calling..
Accept  Decline

And yet again, I deny the call.

The straw in my drink becomes the most entertaining thing in my mind. The spirals curl up the paper as it clashes against the ice. Colourful lights reflect off the glass, making it appear as if it's having its own little party. A much more quiet one than the one I'm stuck at, but she's my sister. I wouldn't have made the trip back here for anyone except her.

I'm too in my own thoughts to even consider looking up when I hear someone almost fall into a chair next to me. It's only when I scan around the bar to make sure my sister hasn't gone off with some guy, that my eyes catch on a familiar face. She continues to scroll through her phone, oblivious to the fact I'm staring at her like she's an artefact in a museum. I haven't seen this girl for 7 years, but now she's here at my sister's hen night. Of course she's here. We practically grew up next to each other, and she was in my sister's class at school. Plus, she lives in Barcelona now. Seeing her shouldn't shock me. Then she stands up suddenly. I don't watch where she goes, but I hear her call out excitedly to one of my sister's tipsy friends.

My eyes rest on my drink again, as I try to forget about seeing her. I'm not here for long, and she evidently doesn't want to see me. She never tried to actually stay in contact with me when she moved away all those years ago. Then I left too, and moved on with my life. Left Spain, and my childhood behind for something better. I've got bigger things to worry about than seeing Mapi León again. Just picking up my phone reminds me of this. Yet another missed call from Lucas on the screen. When will he get the hint that I don't want to talk to him?

It only takes another 3 minutes until my sister stumbles over again, a bored looking man tapping his fingers against his thigh as he sips a beer. "Have-have you seen, Lots? Mapi's here!" She slurs, giggling before continuing. "It's been a while, huh?"
Tapping my shoulder, she takes off again, gripping the guy's hand and running off to the dance floor cheering, grabbing Mapì and sending her over to where I was sat, unbeknownst to me.

I sip the dregs of my drink, sliding the empty glass across the bar before pulling out my phone. Notifications light up my screen, 98% of them from Lucas and the other 2 emails from some random brand I once ordered from. Frowning, I sigh and unlock it before finding the messaging app. My fingers work faster than my brain and without even thinking about what to write, the message pings off.
"Fuck off Lucas. You know what you did."
I sigh again, gritting my teeth as yet another drunk brushes past me.

"Oo what did he do?" A voice asks, a very familiar accent flooding my ears despite the too-loud music. I swivel my head round to look behind me, the face of a girl who previously was just a distant memory clear in my line of sight. Her eyes are focused on the screen that I very clearly haven't turned off, watching the bubble float around as he inevitably types a response. Before she can see it, though, I switch it off and face the empty glass once more.

Built up frustration and anger spreads through me. She has the audacity to march up here after 7 years and act like nothing has happened? I cringe. And earlier, she sits directly next to me and says nothing. She's only here because my sister sent her, and I know it. She knows it too. I can practically hear her fiddle with the rings on her left hand, like she always did all those years back when I wasn't there to hold it.

"Mapi, please. Save us both from this awkward reunion and go back to what you were doing before my sister sent you." I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose between two fingers. I can feel her frown, eyebrows down turned in hurt and confusion.

"You haven't missed me? Not at all?"

Yes, Mapi. Of course I've missed you. You were my everything.

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