Chapter XI. Lovestruck In The City

janice 💋
VIVI WAKE UP

janice 💋
WHERE ARE YOU
???????

janice 💋
GIRL YOU NEED TO
REPLY BACK ASAP

janice 💋
I KNOW I TOLD YOU TO
MOVE ON BUT DAMN GIRL
YOU ALREADY GOT HIM
AND THE REST OF THE WORLD
OBSESSED

janice 💋
YOU ARE ALL OVER THE
GOSSIP PAGES

janice 💋
ISTG EITHER PICK UP THE
CALL OR ANSWER MY
DAMN MESSAGES VIVS

janice 💋
I'M FLIPPING OUT OVER
HERE

vivi 🎀
god pls stop blowing
up my phone with msgs
and calls

vivi 🎀
i'm severly hungover rn

vivi 🎀
both you and charles have no
chill, he's also been msging
me nonstop

vivi 🎀
srsly i just wanna sleep rn

janice 💋
where were you last night?
you were with pedri, weren't
you? what were you doing?
do you even remember or were
you blackout drunk?

vivi 🎀
geez what's with the sudden
interrogation??? and yes i was
with pedri

vivi 🎀
i don't remember much except
going to pedri's house, drinking
then chasing a cat in his lawn
and actually catching it

vivi 🎀
he was the CUTEST thing ever!

janice 💋
i wanna hear abt pedri, not
some poor cat that you'd
been traumatising

janice 💋
so you don't remember anything
that happened afterwards

vivi 🎀
i had vodka janny, you know
how that gets me

vivi 🎀
anyways i'm going back to
sleep, my headache is killing
me ughhh 😣

janice 💋
babe check this out before
going to sleep

janice 💋 has sent a link
to the chat

vivi 🎀
whats this????

janice 💋
just open it

vivi 🎀
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!

janice 💋
this was my exact reaction
and this is also why charles
has been calling you
nonstop

enews ✔

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enews It seems like romance is in the air in the city of Barcelona & it looks like Pedri González is just as obsessed with Vivienne Leclerc as the rest of us 👀

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user1 i want what these two have

user2 THE SECOND & THIRD PIC OF HIM TAKING HER PHOTOS >>>
user3 it's giving model gf × obsessed bf
user4 they make me feel so single 🤧

user5 hey god its me again, asking you when will it be my turn

user6 what happened to not invading someone's privacy ???
user7 sadly this has become the norm for celebrities

user8 lmao not vivienne always dating footballers to stay relevant

user9 i don't like this couple, vivienne x joão forever
user10 bfr bitch he was so toxic

user11 i'm sorry but no matter how much i try to like her i can't, i feel like she's using pedri as a rebound #pedrideservesbetter

user13 nah these hate comments are crazy like let my girl live

user14 magui >>> vivienne
user15 at least vivienne didn't publicly cheat on her boyfriend of 4 years

user16 WHERE CAN I ORDER A PEDRI?! ASKING FOR A FRIEND

user17 her smile in the second photo 🥹 to all of these people saying she's using pedri as a rebound or placeholder for joão should see how truly happy she looks with him

user18 sleeping on the highway tonight

user19 whenever i saw vivi with joão in paparazzi pics, she looked so tired and overall sad but only one pap photo of her and pedri has been released and the difference in her body language speaks volumes

user20 am i the only one who feels like this is a pr relationship ???

Vivienne scrolls through the hoards and hoards of posts about her and Pedri's 'date' with a horrified expression.

The responses are beneficial to this PR relationship they have going on, of course there are those ocassional hate comments but she skims past them quickly. (Still, sometimes her eyes involuntarily zero back to the comments about her and João.) Her PR team and Pedri's PR team would definitely be ecstatic because this is what they've wanted.

But Vivienne is disturbed.

Mostly because she doesn't remember a single thing from last night after the cat fiasco and cuddling with Pedri.

When the memory of cuddling with Pedri crosses her mind, embarrassment creeps all over her.

"Fuck me!" She groans and dramatically falls back onto the bed. She's lamenting about what else she might have done while being drunk that she now can't remember. Her eyebrows furrow as stares up at the ceiling while hugging the comforter to her chest.

"Wait a minute," She calls out loud, "The ceiling of the hotel room wasn't like this..."

And then the realisation hits her making her widen her eyes in horror.

In a swift motion, she sits upright and frantically looks around the room. This isn't her hotel room where she'd been staying in Barcelona. Her eyes fall on the small bedside table where a photo frame is perched upon and she almost goes into cardiac arrest when she sees whose photo is displayed in the photo frame.

It's a photo of none other than Pedri González López with (what Vivienne presumes is) his family.

The bed she's in belongs to Pedri. She's in Pedri's bedroom, sleeping in his bed in what looks like his old Barcelona jersey because Vivienne doesn't own a single Barcelona jersey with the name Pedri on the back of it.

Vivienne feels as though someone has dunked a bucket of cold water on her.

What the hell happened last night after the cat incident?!

She scrambles up from the bed and looks around the room on wobbly legs trying to find her own clothes, the ones she'd wore when she had stepped foot inside his house last night.

Vivienne finds her black shirt and jeans folded neatly on another coffee table that's placed near his wardrobe. How many coffee tables does this man even has?! Beside her clothes, she also finds a silky backless black dress placed on hanger, laying on the armrest of a loveseat that faces the coffee table. There's also a pair of golden heels near them on the ground.

She recognises that dress as the one she had been wearing in last night's paparazzi photos.

But a question keeps bothering her because she hadn't brought this dress to Pedri's house and neither has she ever own such a dress before.

With hesitant hands, Vivienne picks it up and the moment her hand lands on the soft black piece of cloth, a memory of last night hits her like a rocket.

"Pedroooo," A drunk Vivienne calls out to the Spaniard in a drawl after she finishes chugging down a shot of vodka.

The said boy sluggishly walks out of the kitchen to the living room where with exhaustion written all over his face.

"Yes-" He cuts himself off when he sees Vivienne pouring herself another shot of vodka and rushes to the blonde girl to snatch the glass out of her hand, "No more drinks for you, Vivi." He tells her sternly and then turns around to put the vodka bottle somewhere where her 4'11 ass won't be able to reach.

When he returns, Vivienne is pouting at him and it takes everything in him to not give into her puppy eyes and give the bottle back to her.

"Aren't you tired?" He asks her curiously as he plops down beside her on the couch, "You've already drank so much, I think you should rest."

"But I don't want tooooooo." Is her childish response.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Suddenly, a twinkle appears in her eyes as she leans forward excitedly and motions for him to bring his ear closer to her face as if what she's gonna tell him is a big secret.

"I want to," She begins in a whisper, "dress up." The end of her sentence is carried on by series of drunken giggles.

"You want to dress up?" He clarifies, "Like right now?"

Vivienne nods her head in an enthusiastic manner that makes her look like a golden retriever.

"What do you wanna dress up in?" Pedri asks with a soft smile as he decides to indulge in her shenanigans even though he's so tired that he can drop dead at any moment. She looks too endearing to refuse.

"I want to dress up in a black dress! This long!" She points to her knees to indicate the desired dress length.

"But I don't have any dresses here." He tells her in faux solemnity and watches as her face falls but then a moment later, her eyes light up again as an idea strikes her brain.

"We can go buy one." She suggests like a hyperactive child while bouncing in her seat at the thought of dressing up.

Her childlike excitement makes Pedri chuckle in amusement.

"You want us to go to a boutique and buy a dress..." He looks at the digital clock displayed on the wall, "At 11:56 in the night?"

Another excited nod is Vivienne's response.

Pedri sighs but stands up from his seat nonetheless. He holds up a hand in front of her, she grabs it with a grin and Pedri pulls her to her feet.

Though, even after standing up she continues holding his hand making him smile and shake his head at her endearingly clingy affection.

"Let's go buy my baby the dress she wants." He grins at her and grabs the keys to his car while dragging Vivienne's giggly drunken self outside.

"Yeah, let's go!" She cheers in an infectious manner making him laugh at how utterly adorable she looks in that moment.

Hand in hand, the Spaniard and the Monagasqué walk out of the house to buy a dress.

"And I want golden heels too!"

"Whatever you want, mi vida."

As the forgotten memory of last night stops replaying in her head, Vivienne throws herself into Pedri's bed, smothers her face with a pillow and lets out an ear piercing shriek that's muffled by the pillow thankfully or else it might've blown out someone's eardrums.

Now, she remembers what had happened last night that had led to those paparazzi photos that Janice and
Charles have been freaking over.

And not only that, she also remembers some of the other incidences that had happened last night.

Like how she had thrown up at Pedri's feet and then started bawling because of how João had broken her heart...three times. She had also refused to take off the extremely uncomfortable dress Pedri had bought for her last night and her insistence had gotten so strong that Pedri had to call his brother, Fernando and his girlfriend, Sofia to help him.

In the end, Sofia had been the one who had coaxed Vivienne and had changed her into one of Pedri's old Barcelona jersey.

The more Vivienne recalls the events that had taken place last night, the more she wants the earth to swallow her so that she can save herself from the embarrassment when she meets Pedri again.

As Vivienne continues to wallow in her misery, her phone dings. She groggily grabs it to see who has messaged her and her blood runs cold when she realises that it's Pedri.

She weighs the pros and cons of answering him, fully wanting to ignore his message.

In the end she decides to just rip off the badage.

Swallowing hard, she opens the message.