No Te Contaron Mal- Pablo Gavi (english Version)

no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (english version)

after an argument, pablo let’s his actions speak louder than his words. 

warnings: curse words,cheating, asshole! gavi, gaslighting. no happy ending

#notes: i’m a little rusty with my writing, feedback is appreciated. please like & reblogㅤᵕ̈ (lowercase intended)

you were sat on your couch trying to shut the world around you. you couldn’t stand it anymore, you couldn’t stand not being able to voice your thoughts around your boyfriend without an argument spurring up afterwards. a relationship was supposed to be built up with trust and communication, you always told yourself that but you never knew when it disappeared in your relationship.

after a while you opened your eyes and let out a sigh. your eyes adjusted to the light, looking around you were trying to locate your phone. feeling somewhat calmed down you unlocked your phone and opened the messages app, you clicked on the pinned conversation and a photo of Pablo and you for your year anniversary adorned the contact information. you sent him two text; one asking where he was, the other reminding him to be careful, no matter how mad you were at him you could never wish for him to be in danger. swiping out the conversation you opened up your best friends messages, your eyes skimmed the last texts you had sent her, paragraphs of you telling her about the argument Pablo and you had. averting your eyes to the bottom of your texts you saw that she read them but never answered. weird

the digital clock on the coffee table read 2:56 am and you decided to get yourself ready for bed. heading upstairs you entered the bathroom and focused on getting the mascara clumps from under your eyes off your face and brushing your teeth. leaving the bathroom you made the bed and decided to try to go to sleep now knowing if you’ll be able to while Pablo wasn’t home.

the next morning you woke up and patted down the spot next to you. empty. you opened your eyes while trying to adjust to the light around your room, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. your notification bar showing you a bunch of notifications some from your friends, others from your siblings, a handful from twitter, and from your best friend. opening your siblings text first you saw all of them sending you pitiful texts and a lot of links to post, and articles. clicking on the links pictures of your best friend leaving a house party in a disheveled state hand in hand with your Pablo. you were in disbelief and denial, there had to be a reasonable explanation on why your best friend and your boyfriend were leaving a house party hand and hand and looking like that, but as you opened your best friends messages, you knew all the allegations and rumors were true. rows and rows of sorrys, and he said you guys weren’t together were displayed on your screen. you scoffed and left her on read, she wasn’t worth a reply from you not now and especially fucking never.

hearing a door closing you head shot up, hearing footsteps approaching your room and the door opening you were face to face with your cheater of a boyfriend.

“you better have a good ass explanation for this Pablo, or god hopes i don’t fucking knock some fucking sense into you, you prick.” you yelled out exasperated.

“i’m pretty sure y/b/n already texted you what happened, and you saw all those articles, there’s nothing for me to explain.” he replied nonchalantly.

“what the fuck Pablo, how can you just stand there so calmly, we’ve been together for over a god damn year and you go throw all away and with my fucking best friend, you’re a coward! how did it even happen, why the fuck did it even happen?” you yelled in need of answers

“i wasn’t thinking right, and she sent me a text telling me that there was a house party and that if i wanted to go and i accepted. i got there and we were just talking and then we kissed, it turned into more than that and she guided me into this room. the urge and curiosity got the best of me i just wanted to see what it was like if me and her… you know.” He was going to continue before you cut him off

“no i don’t fucking know Pablo because never has it crossed my mind to go fuck your best friend, never! did you always think of her like that or what?”

“ no y/n i didn’t but she was all over me and i was drunk out of my mind and she was there and you weren’t. you weren’t there with me so it’s your fault i got drunk, you were the reason i was drinking if you had just not caused the argument none of this would’ve happened! at least i didn’t do it with multiple girls it was just her that’s all. it meant nothing and you know that.” he finished off

“oh! do i really know that? and what do you want me to do to get on my knees and thank you that it was only her? huh! it would’ve hurt less if it was some random fucking girl but no you wanted to sleep with my best friend someone i’ve known for years!” you yelled back while getting off the bed in search of a bag and your necessities. you didn’t even pay to mind Pablo following you around you just wanted to grab your shit and leave.

“what are you doing?” he said while grabbing the bag from your hands. you looked at him like if he was stupid and snatched your bag back. he continued to pester you until you burst.

“you’re fucking delusional if you think i’m staying with a cheater that fucked my best friend!”

“but i still love you.”

that made you laugh. you genuinely laughed in his face and looked at him to see if he was seriously you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he didn’t love you, his actions spoke way louder than his words.

“i’ll rather be dead than love a disgusting person like you.”

Me voy- Pablo Gavi

Gavi doesn’t understand how to balance his life.

You looked around you and sighed. You were lying if you said you didn’t expect it, but it was still a bittersweet feeling. As you looked up you saw how the waiter looked at you with pity in their eyes, you hated it, but you could only blame yourself. Your phone screen lit up and your eyes quickly scanned the screen but to your luck it wasn’t Pablo he was yet to answer your multiple texts asking him where he was.

You were done, your patience running thin you grabbed your belongings and left the restaurant. You felt humiliated the dress you had on and the makeup that was painted onto your face all felt stupid, you prepared yourself for someone who didn’t have the decency to show up. You waited for someone who stopped meeting you halfway. Entering your car you sighed and waited for the tears to come out but to your surprise nothing came out, you no longer felt sad, you were just tired. Tired of actually thinking that Pablo was going to change, tired of gaslighting yourself into believing that his love was actually enough for you. Maybe you did something to deserve this but even if you did you were not going to put up with this.

Driving home gave you time to think, to think about what you were going to do next. No explanation from Pablo was going to change your mind. Finally arriving at Pablo’s house you walked to his front door and unlocked it. The scene in front of you painted the perfect picture for you to be done with everything. In front of you was Pablo on his phone with no care in the world, as you walked towards him he looked up and looked at you with confusion. “What are you doing all dressed up y/n?” He questioned.

“I don’t know Pablo, oh wait I do maybe I dressed up for our date tonight but guess what my own boyfriend didn’t even have the decency to show up. By the looks of it he didn’t even have the decency to remember that he had a date to attend!” You yelled out. Pablo’s face suddenly dropped and regret filled his face. “I’m so sorry amor, I completely forgot you know how tired I have been with practice, but don’t worry I’ll make it up to you, tomorrow we can go somewhere else. Somewhere better.” He tried to propose. You just looked at him. You looked at him and felt nothing just tiredness you couldn’t even recognize your boyfriend. You didn’t understand where everything went so wrong, but looking at him you understood how the love you two shared wasn’t enough for the both of you.

“Pablo there is no tomorrow, after I leave this house there will be no more us. I need you to understand that this isn’t the first time that this has happened, Pablo I’m always by your side but now it just feels like I’m invisible to you. I don’t to argue I just want you to understand that I’m not mad I’m just disappointed, you promised me so much unconditional love and support, it’s so sad that you couldn’t keep your promise.”

i just want to poke his dimples

raphinha’s & frenkie’s celebration tg was so cutie😭 they’re adorable

Carlo Ancelotti (on Joan Laporta and Xavi's statements yesterday that the Spanish league is under direct influence): "Unlike some, I'm a professional. As a professional, I don't want to stoop to such a low level out of the huge respect I have for Spanish football. Don't question me about it again, I don't want to stoop that low. Thank you."

A hypocritical "gentleman" who had no problem "going so low" when this same club he trains stole from him while he was leading Bayern. Then he talked about the trial, and now he plays the moral vertical.