Choices

6

It's matchday and I am sat next to Jacques watching the squad get pushed around by Manchester United. The ball goes off for a corner to PSG and my eyes go to Kylian who is waiting in the box, but the defender Harry Maguire is giving him a rough time.

I stare as Maguire digs his elbow into Kylian's side and then when he tries to get away the United player just holds and pushes him back.

The French player gets pushed to the ground and the crowd stands up shouting and booing at Maguire. But Kylian gets straight back up and pushes the defender with both hands onto his arse cussing in his face.

The referee immediately blows his whistle and gets out a red card. It's given to our striker. A yellow given to the opposition.

Louder boos erupt and echo around the stadium at the unjust decision. Mbappe storms right off the pitch his face livid, fists balled up with anger and his shoulders tensed up. "Olivia, you need to go with him to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, like smash something you get what I mean." Jacques tells me.

I nod and get out of my seat speed-walking after the player who has already sped off down the tunnel. I end up having to jog after him, almost losing my way in this place, but I turn a corner and I find him going into the changing room. I jog over to the door and enter it but as I walk round the corner in front of the lockers a football boot comes straight for my face.

It hits me straight in the cheek. Pain explodes and both my hands go to my right cheek as tears spring to my eyes. "Shit! No! Liv." Kylian exclaims and I hear him run over to me.

Warm arms wrap around me tightly one hand in my hair and the other securely around my waist. My cheek tingles now and I can already feel the bruise coming up. I bury my head into his chest as I squeeze my eyes shut trying to block the pain eating away at my face.

"I am so, so sorry, Olivia, I had no idea you were there. Oh my God," His fingers lift my chin up and his brown eyes gaze down worriedly into my green ones that are glazed over with tears. He then removes both of my hands from my face to see my wound. "It's fine, you still look beautiful but there is going to be a bruise there. I'm so sorry."

Kylian's strong arms wrap tightly around me again but this time his lips press against my forehead.

My eyes open wide in shock and my heart flutters so much. My knees go a little weak, the pain seems to almost melt away as I look back up at the handsome footballer who has me in his arms.

His hand goes back in my hair and I watch as his eyes flicker from mine down to my lips and then back to my eyes.

My brain tells me no, but my heart tells me to lean closer.

I become aware of how close the two of us are and my heart is in my throat as I can feel his hot breath against my face; his touch against my lower back making me go weak.

My hands slide up from his chest to his collar bone as Kylian leans in more our noses just centimetres apart. The smell of his sweet-smelling cologne fills my nostrils and I let out an unsteady breath.

His lips brush mine and I close my eyes, my legs slightly shaking from how weak he is making me feel.

"Kylian..." My voice is quiet with shock and I bring my hand to his chest stopping him from kissing me. "I've got to go." I turn around and head out of the changing rooms with my face bright red and a slight pang of guilt resting in the pit of my stomach.

I think about Jack as I walk down the corridors, how I've just almost betrayed him with a guy who I've only known two weeks or so.

But nothing has ever made you feel this way?

Jack did once upon a time, he used to make me feel like the only thing that he cared about.

But he doesn't anymore? Kylian does.

Jack has given me so much, let me live with him when I needed to get away from my family. Looked after me. Helped me get into university and get me qualified to allow me to get my job.

Doesn't mean you have to love him, maybe your heart doesn't lie with him anymore or maybe it never did.

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Hi guys,

I'm so sorry this chapter is so much shorter than all the others have been but I promise the next is going to be longer.

Thank you for reading see you on Sunday,

Daisy xxx