Opposite | Adnan Januzaj

Chapter 4

Adnan's POV

Later that night, I walked her home. It was chilly outside, so once again, I was a gentleman and lent her my jacket. I hope she would fall for me soon. We approached he street and turned the corner. I decided to do it.

"Hey, Trinity?"
"What," we were getting closer to her house.
"Uh, can I have your number?"

She climbed the steps of the porch and disappeared into the house after returning my jacket. I guess she really did hate me. She didn't like me that way... I felt like a piece of me died inside. My heart. It felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. I slouched over and dragged my feet down her driveway.

I heard the door swing open. I kept walking. Then, I heard footsteps. Still, I continued to walk. I didn't turn around until she nearly pounced on me. She had a black marker in her hand with a smile across her face. I grinned back at her. I was wrong. She mended my broken heart and wrapped a bandage around it. I was heartbroken for just a split second, I wish I would never have to experience that feeling again.

Quickly, Trinity scribbled her number on my forehead. I looked up at the number and laughed. She just stood there and bit her lip. Man, was she ever cute. Her cheeks slowly turned red.

"Alright then..." I said.

I turned back around and continued the walk down her driveway. I gave her a small wave goodbye and she just smiled. Her smile was perfect. It gave me all those warm tingly feelings inside. She brightened my day. She completed me. I needed to have her in my life. I just had to.

When I home, Fellaini was waiting for me on the couch. He kind of startled me, to be honest. I stumbled backward and he just laughed at me. I shut the door and jumped on the couch, beside him.

"What took you so long?" He smirked.
"Oh, nothing."
He nudged me hard, "Ow! Ok, fine! I was with someone..."
"Who?"
"Trinity."
"And who might that be?"
"She's this girl I met on my birthday, at the club."
"You guys dating?"
"Man, I wish."
"Looks like my little bro has a crush."
"She's perfect though!" I imagined her.
"What does she look like?"
"Well, to me, looks don't really matter, but she's pretty."
"How so?"
"She's got light brown hair, always wears it in a braid, which I think is pretty cute. Her eyes are hazel and have just got that 'look'. That 'look' that can make you fall in love at first sight. It's just amazing."
"Come on, she can't be that great. You're exaggerating," he joked.
"I'm being serious!"

He just shook his head and chuckled to himself. I didn't get what was so funny. I really did like this girl. I needed to plan something special. Something so fantastic that it would win her over. I loved her so much and would do anything to make her feel the same way about me.

"So, this Trinity girl... What happened with her tonight?"
"Just hung out, that's all."
"What's that?" He said, pointing to my forehead. I totally forgot.
"That?" I covered up the number, "Oh, nothing!"
"You got her number, didn't you?!"
"What makes you think that?" I said, nervously.
"You did, man!"

I was attacked by him. He lunged at me and squeezed me tight, then patted me on the back. Fellaini seemed pretty proud of me. All I could do was smile. Suddenly, he stopped. He just looked at me with a serious face.

"Hey, um, do you actually really like her? Or is this just something that might last for a week or so?"
"I... I love her," I admitted my feelings to him.
"Does she like you back?"
I didn't answer straight away, "Uh, not exactly..."
"Well then why do you want to be with her, so much, if she doesn't even like you?"
"You see, that's what makes her all the more likeable," Fellaini laughed at my response.
"Well, that's ok if that's what you like."

Fellaini's POV

"How are you planning to get her to like you?" I asked.
"I've got ideas..."
"What kind of ideas?"
"You'll see because I'm going to need your help."
"Ugh," I groaned, "why do I have to help you?"
"Cause you do."
"Fine, I will. Only because your my brother and I'd do anything for you."
"Thanks."

I wondered what he had in mind. Hmm... I thought about it for a while. Valentine's Day was coming up so I figured he'd do something related to that. Believe it or not, I was actually excited to see what Adnan would do. I've known him long enough to know that when he puts his mind to something and commits to it, he gets the job done. Not only does he finish the task at hand, he goes beyond that. Anything that Adnan does is amazing. I remember on my birthday he said he'd put together a small party with close friends and family. He ended up invited both the Belgium and Manchester United team, along with some family and other friends.

Why did he need any help? I was sure that he could get it done himself, but I'd do anything for Adnan. I have to take care of him, we're brothers.