FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 34 :: I'm serious

* i think that's the chapter, who all of u wanted to read.

spoiler: only one chapter left, to half of the book *

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The aroma of freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air as Pedri entered Ferran's apartment. He'd been pacing his own living room for hours, his mind a jumbled mess of emotions. He needed to talk to someone, someone who understood, someone who wouldn't judge.

Ferran, lounging on the sofa with a book in his hand, looked up in surprise. "Pedri, you're early. What brings you here?"

Pedri hesitated, fiddling with the strap of his backpack. "Ferran, I need to talk to you."

Ferran set down his book, a concerned frown on his face. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Pedri took a deep breath. "Ferran, I think... I think I'm falling in love with Gavi."

The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Ferran's jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

Pedri shook his head, his cheeks flushing crimson. "No, I'm serious. I don't know how it happened, it just... it just did. He's so... so full of life, so passionate, so... so infuriatingly charming. I can't stop thinking about him."

He recounted the moments that had sparked this unexpected feeling. The way Gavi's eyes lit up when he scored a goal, the way he laughed so easily, the way he always seemed to be surrounded by a kind of warmth that drew Pedri in.  He remembered the way Gavi had defended him during a heated training session, the way he'd helped him pick himself up after a particularly bad game, and the way he'd surprised him with a small, thoughtful gift for his birthday.  He even confessed his anxieties about Gavi's fierce independence and his tendency to keep his feelings close to his chest.

Ferran stared at him, his mind struggling to process the information. "But Pedri, you barely know him! You've only known him for a few months."

"I know, I know," Pedri said, his voice laced with desperation. "But it feels... it feels real. Like something I can't ignore."

Ferran, ever the pragmatist, took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Alright, listen," he said, his voice firm. "I understand you're smitten, but you need to be careful. Gavi is a wild card, Pedri. He's not easy to tame."

"I know," Pedri said, his shoulders slumping. "I just... I want him to feel the same way about me."

Ferran chuckled, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You want to make Gavi fall for you? That's going to be a challenge, my friend."

"What do you mean?" Pedri asked, his brow furrowed.

"Gavi's heart is like a fortress," Ferran explained. "He's guarded, independent, and fiercely loyal. He doesn't open up easily. He's been hurt before, Pedri, and he's learned to build walls around his heart to protect himself.  He's not the type to fall for someone easily. He's a fighter, Pedri, and he's not afraid to fight for what he believes in, even if it means pushing people away."

"So how do I get him to care about me?" Pedri asked, his voice filled with hope.

Ferran leaned back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You need to show him you're worthy of his trust. Be patient, be understanding, be there for him when he needs you. Don't try to change him, just accept him for who he is.  Show him that you see the real him, the vulnerable side he hides from the world.  And most importantly," Ferran added, leaning in conspiratorially, "never, ever underestimate the power of a well-timed compliment."

He recounted how Gavi, despite his tough exterior, was secretly a sucker for genuine compliments. He suggested that Pedri focus on highlighting Gavi's strengths, his talent, his kindness, and his unwavering loyalty.  He also cautioned Pedri against being too pushy or possessive, as it would only scare Gavi away.  He advised Pedri to be a steady presence in Gavi's life, someone he could rely on, someone who wouldn't judge him for his flaws. 

"You need to show him that you're not just another fleeting admirer," Ferran said, "but someone who truly sees him, who appreciates him for everything he is."

Pedri smiled, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes. "Thanks, Ferran. I needed to hear that."

Ferran patted his shoulder. "You're welcome, Pedri. Now, how about I make you a proper cup of coffee? I think you need it."

As Pedri sipped his coffee, he felt a surge of optimism. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to win Gavi's heart. He had Ferran's advice, and he had his own unwavering determination. He was ready to fight for his love, even if it meant breaking down Gavi's walls, one compliment, one act of kindness, one moment of shared laughter at a time.