Amelie

the world cup started about three weeks ago. which also meant three weeks without Pablo.

i haven't realized how much time i spend with him until now.

i feel so empty everyday m, even though we call and face time, it's not the same.

but thankfully i will be going to their round of 16 game against Morocco.

and to my luck, Portugal plays not too long after that, so i'll stay to see my brother too.

"look at you!" Leticia exclaimed after hearing my news.

"what? i can't go support my boyfriend." i smiled at the thought.

"i remember not too long ago, you being convinced you'd never date a footballer, now you're blushing over your Spanish boyfriend."

"i still don't like footballers, him and my brother are the only exception." i chuckled.

but then Leticia looked rather serious.

"i'm happy for you, really, but don't you think y'all are going too fast?"

i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

"what do you mean?"

she hesitated.
"i'm just saying, y'all went out for like two three months and now he made it official, even to the public."

where's this coming from?
from what i remember, she was the #1 supporter in my relationship with Gavi, why is she out of a sudden saying this?

"it just happened like that, in those months that we went out, i got to know him, and i really like him, like a lot, i don't see the problem."

"yeah but, not too long ago either, he said in an interview how he wasn't looking a girlfriend, he's focusing on his career blah blah blah."

"people change when they meet someone i guess."

"i just see it weird, don't want you getting hurt after."

>>

Qatar

"don't get nervous alright? just focus, no matter what happens in this game, you're already a winner in my eyes." i said to Pablo before kissing his lips softly.

i could see he was nervous, really nervous.
who wouldn't? this game means a lot.

"i think more kisses will calm me down." he said making me playfully slap his shoulder.

_

sitting in the audience is almost as nerve wracking as being in the field.

i've only gone to a couple of football games in my life but nothing compares to this.

also the fact that i was alone added up to the feeling.

as the game went on, no team was able to score, as they were on each other's necks for the whole time.

Spain did have much possession but yet no goal.

i could see Gavi get frustrated at this, his continuous fouls weren't helping either.

halftime came along and i took this opportunity to go down and see how he was doing.

going into the locker room i saw him, throwing the water bottle on the floor angrily.

"Pablo? calm down alright? there's time a whole other half." i said getting closer to him.

he hasn't looked at him but i could just hear his scoff.

"we're playing like shit, everyone is scared Amelie, i doubt we'll go through."

"don't say that, y'all have had multiple chances to score, i'm sure in the second half y'all will."

i only got a sigh in response until he went up to me.

"i hope you're right." he said kissing my cheek before going out noticing he only had five minutes left.

_

i wasn't right.

the whole second half went on with no goal.
song with the extra time, nothing.

now it was up to the penalties.

i really hope they'd get this through.
i can't stand seeing Pablo like this.

i was filled with anticipation, sorrow and stress.

i couldn't stop biting my nails.

Spain has not scored one penalty yet, meanwhile Morocco has scored them all.

please, please, please.

the last penalty was shot.

it missed.

shit.

the stadium erupted with cheers from Morocco fans and tears from the Spanish.

the whole Spanish team fell. most of them crying.

they just lost a world cup out of their hands.

i didn't even think twice before going to the pitch trying to find Gavi, seeing as he was the first one to leave.

i asked around the staff to find where he went.

and i finally found him. seated in a corner, with his hands on his face, sobbing.

i hugged him making him flinch and look at é who it was.

"please, just don't- just leave me alone, i just- leave me alone for now."

he obviously needed his own space right now so i obliged and left.

>>

it was a couple of hours after the game.
still no sign from Pablo.

i'm aware i probably won't speak a clear conversation with him for a couple of days after this.

i sat down in the bed of my hotel room going through social media, the hot topic obviously being Spain's loss.

my phone froze, showing Pablo's name calling me.

i didn't hesitate to answer whatsoever.

"Pablo? how are you doing? are you alright? do you need anything? do yo-"

"don't worry babe, i'm doing alright, the guys have lightened the mood it still feels like a funeral though. also i wanted to apologize for how i acted with you, i shouldn't have just kicked you out amor."

"don't apologize, i get how you were feeling, i'm aware this was such a dream for you."

"it sure was, by the way, i got a weird call from someone."

"wait who? what was it?"

"right after the game, João called, comforting me.."

"wait, THE João Felix? called you?"