Winter has been long and miserable in Barcelona this year but finally it's beginning to warm up which has brought the city to life. Out my apartment window I've seen so many people walking past to head to the city or the other way to the beach. I should be doing work on my last few assignments before I finally finish my degree but the lure of the sun was too strong so I decided it was time for a break and a walk in the warm weather. To give myself a task so I didn't feel as bad about going out I decided to walk into the town centre to get a smoothie to enjoy in the sun before heading home.
I have always thought the nice weather brings out the best in people it just cheers everyone up. I was proven to be correct because so many people said hi to me or made a comment about the nice weather on my short walk to the town centre. The town centre was full of people, families, groups of friends and people out on their own. It's moments like this that make me realise how lucky I am to live in Barcelona it's such a beautiful city with such a great sense of community.
After a quick stroll around the town centre and a quick stop into a book store to get a new book I've been wanting I found a smoothie place that looked really good. The line was long but I didn't mind because the girl in front of me was one of my classmates so we caught up and talked about our assignment which is the one I abandoned to come out. Once I got my smoothie I managed to find a free bench so it and enjoy it with my book.
My book was so good that I didn't even notice a group of guys sit next to me on the bench. When I did notice I didn't care I mean it's busy out and I'm sat here on my own and there's room for them so I didn't say anything. Everything was fine for a few minutes but then they moved closer and started harassing me. Despite me ignoring them they kept commenting on my outfit and my body which made me really uncomfortable but I tried not to show it and give them the satisfaction of knowing they got to me. My lack of reaction only seemed to spur them on as their comments only got more and more sexual and vulgar so I tried to move further away but they only scooted closer every time I moved.
By that point I'd had enough my break from uni work outside was well and truly ruined so I just got up to leave and go back home. I hadn't even made one step away before one of the guys in the group grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him. His hands quickly went to my waist then another of the guys grabbed my ass. That's when panic set in I thought I could just walk away and be done with this interaction but clearly I can't and now I don't know how to get away. I tried pulling away but they only grabbed me harder really hurting me to the point that I couldn't stop tears falling down my face. The only thing I could think to do at this point was plead with them to let me go.
"Please let me go please" I begged
"Why should I" one of the guys taunted
"You're hurting me please stop" I said
"Hey let go of her" I heard someone yell from behind me
"Fuck off she's ours" another of the guys said
"No she's not she's crying and begging you to let her go leave or I'll call the police" the same person argued
The group of guys looked up and all of a sudden they let go of me and ran away into the distance hopefully not to find another girl to harass. Once they let go of me I was still too weak and in shock to stand but the guy who saved me managed to catch me before I fell to the floor and helped me sit back on the bench. It was only then that what just happened really sunk in. Anything could've happened if that guy didn't notice what was happening and take a few seconds out of his day to say something things could've been so much worse. All the thoughts of what could've happened only made me spiral more that coupled with the pain I was starting to feel on my wrists and my waist made me sob even harder.

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Gavi & Pedri imagines
FanfictionA compilation of imagines for Pablo Gavi and Pedri Gonzalez. Some bonus parts for other footballers too. All taken from my tumblr page.