Erik Durm One-Shots

Princess (part two)

    Victoria didn’t know much about cars, but Erik’s was shiny, sleek, jet black and had the comfiest leather seats her butt had ever sat on.

    Oh, and it was also fast.

    Very fast.

    “Watch out, Schumacher!” The girl spoke half teasingly, half holy crap I’m going to die, nails digging on the leather seats as Erik made an U turn where you’re not supposed to make an U turn and passed over two red lights.

    She doubted the cute little mouses that were guiding Cinderella’s carriage would ever pass through two red lights in a row, but Cinderella only had to get to the damn ball whilst Victoria had to buy enough alcohol to quench the thirst of six hundred drunk young adults and get to the damn ball (aka club).

    “There’s this distributor behind the Technische Universität Dortmund…” Erik’s eyes were focused on the road ahead of him, and he sped up when he saw the traffic light had just turned yellow.

    “Wait, that creepy one inside an alley?” Victoria looked at the clock on Erik’s car - two AM and they were off to one of the creepiest spots in all Dortmund “Where that guy was stabbed on the eye by a junkie last week?”

    If she didn’t know Erik and he hadn’t this whole prince charming slash body guard slash puppy dog vibe, Vick would probably unlock the car and jump out of it.

    “It’ll probably be open” Erik said with a shrug, looking at her with the corner of his eye. 

    The girl snorted, starting to take off the hair pins that were holding her hair up “I doubt they ever close. They supply alcohol for the entire student body of Dortmund, the junkies, alcoholics and ex convicts. Imagine how fun it’d be if they closed.” She said sarcastically “You’re lucky you have pretty blue eyes, doubt they’ll stab them.” Vick looked at the window once the words finished leaving her mouth, cause holy crap, her cheeks were red and that line had been awful.

    “You’re lucky you’re pretty all over then.” He replied instantly, and before she could say anything (she needed to stop smiling idiotically, she needed to) Erik spoke like he was a tourist guide telling a funfact ”They also supplied for all of Götze’s parties when he lived here. Delivered at his home at all.”

    “No way.” Victoria laughed, shaking her head. 

    She had been to one of Götze’s parties once.

    When she saw a goat walking around on his ceiling she knew it was time for her to get home.

    “We’re almost there.” The blonde man muttered, biting his lower lip and doing a curve so closed his tires screeched, then turning on the windscreen wiper.

    Vick thought he might have done it on accident (she wasn’t the best driver and her wrists always kept hitting on stuff so she was kinda used to accidently horning or turning on the headlights), but when she saw little droplets of water on the windshield, she groaned.

    No way.

    Erik parked the car, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and turning to face Victoria - whose hair was now on a high bun and she had what he could call “a game face” on.

    “Let’s make a run for it?” He unlocked the car, took off his seatbelt and his Armani blazer - he would need it to dry himself later, probably. Vick nodded, removing her long earrings and dropping them on the cup holder with a sigh.

    Her brand new (lent) Versace dress would get ruined, and so would her (also lent) Dolce clutch, but it would all be worth it, she thought.

    But before Erik’s hand grabbed the carhandle to open his door, Victoria yelped a “Wait!”, removed her Louboutins (those were hers and there’d be no way she’d ruin them), throwing them on the backseat.