hey so as your self proclaimed new bff. yeah. give me some pedri fluff with light angst. but not like your psycho cheating type angst. Okay.???? Got it.??
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🤍 summary: The wedge between Désirée and Pedri begins to thicken as their rival teams begin to instigate the downfall of their relationship.
🤍 warnings: slight angst😓 not ‘psycho cheating type angst’ tho!!
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There was only a minute left in the match and the Real Madrid Femenino were beating the Athletic Club Femenino 1-0. Désirée were on the pitch, running the ball down the field. As a striker, it was mostly up to her to score. However, this defender was down her back, giving her no choice but to pass the ball. Passing it to your winger teammate, she kept sprinting to give her teammate a place to pass to.
Getting ahead of her defender, Désirée’s teammate passed the ball to her again and she took the shot. . . Goal!
The fans in the stands had began screaming and cheering, along with her teammates celebrating with her. Désirée did a different celebration this time, posing like a model as her best friend on the team, Linda Caicedo, acted as her photographer. The rest of her teammates caught on, Carla Camacho actually joining in.
As soon as that was over, her nearby teammates hugged her and she pointed to the stands; where her boyfriend, Pedri was, cheering her on.
Now, not many people knew about Désirée and Pedri’s relationship. It was a secret that only Linda and Gavi really knew about, deciding that the rivalry was too deep for it to be public. She still went to his matches, although not in his jersey. He insisted on coming to this one, deciding that he would just sit in a spot where no one important would see him. Of course Pedri was always wrong and Désirée was always right, because as soon as that celebration went on the internet, the sleuths of Real Madrid and Barcelona put two and two together that he was in fact in attendance.
Gavi alerted Pedri immediately, sending him a screenshot of what appeared to be him in the stands. Pedri physically felt his heart drop, the text making him look around with anxiety. It wasn’t that people knew that was the problem— it was that Désirée didn’t yet know that they were public now. He knew she was adamant on keeping it a secret, knowing the rivalry was going to push something into them. Of course Désirée was always right.
After the match, her and her team hit the locker rooms and changed to get on with their days. After done, Désirée went to go find Pedri where he said he’d be — just around the corner from the locker rooms.
When she spotted him, she gave him a smile. He hesitantly smiled back, unsure whether or not to break her happiness.
“Hi baby!” She exclaimed. “Did you see my goal?” Désirée wrapped her arms around him, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she did.
“Hey,” he replied. “Yeah, I saw it. You did amazing out there, Dés. I’m proud of you.”
Désirée let go of him, trying to hold in another smile. “Wanna go get dinner? After I shower and get dressed obviously.”
“Yeah, um, actually can I tell you something?” Worst way to state a question when speaking to Désirée. She immediately thought something was wrong. Maybe it was, but now her head was going into the worst places imaginable. Was it going to be over between them? Was he finally done with her?
She inhaled sharply, preparing herself for what ever was to come. “Anything.”
“Your celebration… Everyone found out. We’re all over the internet,” Pedri said sheepishly, fearing her reaction.
Dés didn’t speak for a second, freezing up. They found out? All because of some dumb gesture she made after her goal? What did people think about them? What did they think about her? Instead of discussing her worries she just said, “Oh, okay.”
Pedri raised a brow. “You’re not mad?”
“No I…” She knew what was to come. The internet was going to turn against Pedri for betraying Barcelona by getting with a Real Madrid player. They were going to hate her. Slaughter her. She just had to mentally prepare herself for this. “It’s fine. I don’t care if you don’t.”
“Déssie, we’ve been together for three months and never have you said you wanted to be public. What’s going on?” Pedri inquired.
“Nothing. Maybe it was time to go public,” Désirée shrugged. “Come on, let’s go.”
Back at Dés’ apartment, Pedri waited for her to be done with her shower and getting ready so they could go to dinner together. What she didn’t know, though, was that Pedri’s friends began to influence him to leave her.
This wasn’t even the worst of it. Girls flooded Pedri’s DMs saying that they could treat him better than she ever could and even threatened to kill her. It made Pedri think, did he really want you to have to suffer through all of this? She didn’t deserve this treatment and most definitely didn’t deserve the death threats.
Désirée came out of the bathroom, freshly out of the shower. Pedri was sitting on her bed, scrolling through the endless messages of ‘Pedri, leave that Madrid girl!’ As soon as he saw her, he shut the phone off.
Dés noticed this immediately and asked concerningly, “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. You check your phone since after the match?” Pedri questioned.
“Nothing. I, um, don’t think I’m gonna make it to dinner tonight. They just pushed our training up to early in the morning and I’m kind of tired,” He told her. She frowned slightly, but understood.
Désirée nodded and said, “That’s fine. Let me know when you get home, okay?”
He nodded in return, getting up and leaving the bedroom. No hug or kiss? He never left her without giving her one or the other. He also never just left with barely an explanation. And his phone. Why’d he turn it off as soon as he saw her? Was there another girl he was going to see?
“Okay, bye?” She stood up, walking to her doorway and watching him open her front door. It came out like a question, like a ‘Hello, why didn’t you say anything?’
“I love you,” she replied, just as he shut the door.
She’d checked his location. He was home and he had been for twenty minutes. No text, no call. Maybe he fell asleep. Maybe he was busy. Or maybe that other girl was at his house.
Désirée didn’t know anything. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to know. If he was cheating did she really want to find out, especially with their relationship still blossoming?
Despite trying to fight the urge, she called him. His voice sounded from the other line after three rings. “Hello?”
“Did I do something wrong?” She immediately asked. She just wanted to know answers.
“Dés, can we not do this right now?”
That set her off. “Are you serious? Are you fucking serious? I’m trying to have a genuine conversation with you and you’re saying ‘can we not do this right now?’”
“Désirée, have you even checked Instagram? My friends, my fans, my teammates are all saying things about you and our relationship and it’s throwing me off. People are threatening to kill you, Dés. You don’t deserve to be with someone whose fans will risk jail time for their idol.” She felt her heart break with these words, the tone in his voice physically killing her.
She didn’t even know how to respond. Once she did, her voice began to crack and tears stung in her eyes. “So what, you’re breaking up with me? Because of your fans?”
“Now that you say it, it sounds stupid but I… I don’t want to put you through that.”
Désirée wiped a stray tear from her face and replied, “Pedri, I’m willing to endure it all if it means I get to be with you. I don’t want our relationship to end over something this stupid.”
“I know, I know. Please don’t cry, Déssie. I love you. I just want what’s best for you. I’m right here.”
“Don’t do this, Pedri. Please.”
“Okay. But if anything happens that will hurt you, I can’t promise to stay. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
Désirée calmed herself down, wiping her face. “I’m sorry, I love you.”
“Why are you apologizing, baby?” He sounded genuinely concerned, like he felt awful for hurting her.
“I… I don’t know. Don’t scare me like that again, okay?”
“I promise. Always and forever.”
She repeated softly, “Always and forever.”
