see you later // Pablo Gavi

Chapter 97

~ Author's Note ~

I hope this fan fiction is actually good because when I read other fan fictions that are much better and they hit me so hard... Man, I just hope this is actually good.

I mean, I guess I've made it this far, huh? Three chapters 'til 100.

Warnings: censored swearing again, and some very morally wrong things that go on. Again, no sex, but... well, yeah, just watch out if you're sensitive.

𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.

"𝐒𝐈𝐑, 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃. So would you please, very kindly leave me alone now?"

This freaking tattooed, skin-showing f***boy completely ignores my concern, saying, extremely selfishly, "I'm sorry that you're not interested, because I sure am. Now, tell me, are you English?"

I narrow my eyes in annoyance, and say, completely honestly, in confusion about why he would ask this question, "I'm Spanish."

He narrows his eyes back in annoyance for a few seconds, before saying, "You speak English, though, don't you?"

I sigh, saying to him in English, "Yes, I do. How would you know?" I don't think I have much of an accent in any of the languages I speak, except maybe French.

"Good," he responds back in English with a smirk, ignoring my question. "So what's your story? Knowing English, I mean, and being Spanish."

"I don't have to tell you." I shift uncomfortably, glancing towards the direction Pablo left in, hoping he's back soon.

"Come on, now, I'm just trying to make conversation. I'm not some creep or anything."

I seriously doubt these words, but I guess it can't hurt. If I keep him talking until Pablo comes back, then maybe that will keep this guy from wanting to do... other things. "Both my parents are English, but I was born in Spain and spent my childhood here. Not here in Catalonia, though."

He raises his eyebrows, obviously interested, and interested in me more as a sex object and less as a person. I want to shrink down and disappear under the look he's giving me, and I decide I can add a new name to my hate list.

Although I can't, because I don't know his name. As if he reads my thoughts, which scares me, he says, "My name is Liam. It really is nice to meet you. What's your name?"

I swallow, just getting out, avoiding eye contact, "Ember."

"Ember. I like that name."

"Good for you."

Suddenly, I let out a surprised squeak when he grabs my waist, pulling me to his awful body, and whispers in my ear, "Your boyfriend will be coming back soon. I'll take my chance when I can still have it."

I've always liked Spanish better than English.

I'm frozen, paralyzed in fright of this guy holding me like this, completely under his control. He is taller than Pablo, but I know Pablo would be stronger by far. So where is he? Where is Pablo? I want to scream out his name, but in a place as loud as this, with the booming music banging in my head, I know no one would hear. Why is he taking so long? The way Liam is looking at me... I'm so cold... I need help- I need help!

No. I thought I'd be able to hold him off until Pablo got here.

Where is Pablo?

Oh God, where is he?