Fallin' All In You Pt. 2

                                    

                                          
Story based on the song Used To This by Camila Cabello <3
(I slightly edited the storyline of Pt. 1 so it makes more sense)
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I flop on the hotel bed, the mattress bouncing a bit as a lay against the backboard. I put in my AirPods and open Spotify, scrolling through the app as I try to decide what playlist to listen to.
I end up just listening to my On Repeat playlist and relax as the song melodies flood my ears.
I open up Netflix and scroll through my suggested movies, trying to find something Gavi and I can watch later.
The opening tune of Used to This by Camila Cabello starts to play and my mind can't help but drift to Gavi. 
No, I never liked San Francisco, never thought it was nothing special, 'till you kissed me there.
As if on cue, Gavi steps out of the bathroom, shirtless and hair still wet from his shower.
"Gavi?" I ask, a question forming in my head at the lyrics. 
"Yeah?"
My thoughts are immediately erased when I hear Camila sing; 
I'll say your name just listen, doesn't it sound different? Never whispered it this way...
"Nothing, never mind," I say, shaking my head, embarrassed by my sudden confusion.
"What?" He asks again, a smile growing on his face.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure if I should just tell him.
"I just..I was listening to a song...that made me think of you." I say, avoiding eye contact with him, my face heating up.
He sets his towel on the chair and comes towards the side of the bed.
"Can I listen to it?" He asks, holding his hand out for one of my earbuds.
I pop open my case and hand him the other one.
He fits it snugly in his ear as I unlock my phone, opening up Spotify and playing the song.
We end up just laying there listening to music, making a queue of our favorite songs to listen to. My head lays on his shoulder, and a comfortable silence engulfs us, the song melodies flooding our ears.
Y/f/s comes on and I can't help but smile, silently singing along to the lyrics.
"Hey...can I talk to you?" Gavi asks, interrupting the pre-chorus of the song.
I have the urge to slap him since this is my favorite part of the song, but there's edge of nervousness in his voice and that thought immediately gets erased.
"Yeah of course, what's up?"
He adverts his gaze from mine, not wanting to hold eye contact with me.
"I....I don't know if this is gonna work out y/n." Gavi says, letting out a breath.
"If what's not gonna work out?"
"...us."
My chest clenches as the words leave his mouth. He kisses me and then two days later he says he doesn't want me anymore?
"It's not you, I promise. It's never you. It's just..." He struggles, trying to find the words. "You...you know your parents."
And I do. My parents are the kind who say "Our daughter won't date until she's thirty." But they're the kind who actually mean it.
Whenever it comes to me and boys, they instantly cut me off, lecturing me for hours on end how men are shit and I'm an independent woman who will never need a man in her life and can fend for herself blah blah blah.
Yet here I am, my three best friends all being guys.
I've know João since birth and we've been super close. I met Pedri and Gavi when I was around 7 through soccer, and we've all been best friends ever since.
Even my dad is in denial of my love life. You'd assume he'd be the one who lets me be free and careless, but he's the one who set the boundaries.
If they had it their way, I'd be single for life.
"I wasn't thinking when I...you know. I just did it, and I'm sorry. I don't want your parents to get mad at you."
I sigh, "I know."
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to end it so soon, but I don't want you to spend a utopia here just to go home to—"
"It's okay Gavi, really." I say, cutting him, off. "I understand. Thank you for looking out for me."
"I'll wait for you, okay?" He says, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face. "No matter how long it takes for your parents to understand, I'll be here."
 A small smile forms on my lips. "Thank you." I whisper.
I have the sudden urge to kiss him, and I my eyes flicker to my lips.
"I thought we just made a mutual agreement not to do that too anymore." Gavi says with a small laugh, pulling back a bit.
My face heats up, and I try to play it off.
"One more won't hurt," I shrug, looking at him.
He hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching his hand to caress my cheek. He rests his forehead against mine. And I lean in, closing the gap.
The kiss is slow, and warmth runs through my body at his touch.
But it's gone too soon.
I can feel his breath as he pulls away, leaving his forehead against mine, eyes still closed.
We're both unmoved, not knowing whether we should pull away.
Do I really want to let him go?
He leans in again, his hand traveling down my body to my waist, tugging me closer.
I kiss him back, letting myself melt into his touch.
Before either of us knows what's happening, he pulls me into his lap. My hands find their way into his curls and his are at my waist, softly caressing the exposed skin above my sweats.
His hand travels up to my lower back and he shifts his position to lay me on the bed, never parting our lips.
But instead of meeting the soft mattress, I meet...
Air? 
"Shit!"
My back meets the carpet floor as Gavi falls on top of me, quickly bracing his hand down so he doesn't turn me into a pancake.
I burst out laughing as Gavi's face heats up, embarrassed.
"Sorry." He mumbles. "I completely ruined the moment."
I reach up and run my hand through his curls, "You really did."
His face turns into a pout and I giggle, pressing a kiss to his nose.
"We're so bad at making decisions."
"Terrible." Gavi agrees.
Then leans down and joins our lips again, both of us smiling through it all.
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Should I make a Pedri oneshot book? Or combine them into a collective football oneshot book?