The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

The Party Continues

"I'm so sorry!" He said, "come, let me get you a napkin or a towel."

Then he takes my hand and rushes to the bar to ask the barman for something to dry myself with.

"Here you go," he says as he hands me a small towel.

"Thanks," I said and accepted it.

"You look familiar," he said as I tried my best attempt to clean my dress, "aren't you that fan from the stadium? Are you stalking me?"

"I'm not a fan, and I'm not stalking you," I clarified.

"Then how did you get in?" he asked.

"I'm friends with Ney and Bruna," I answered, still trying to focus on cleaning the dress and not looking at him.

"How come I never knew of this?" he asked, "he is my brother in a way."

"I kinda disappeared for a year or two," I responded, "and I only found him in parties you've never been in."

He looked at me with suspicion in his eyes and almost like he wanted to call security on me but then said, "Alright, I'll act as if I believe you, so you don't get kicked out."

I rolled my eyes and gave the towel back to the barman, thanking him for it and redirecting my attention to Kylian to say, "look, I don't care what you may think or whatever. I'm not a fan; that day, I was trying to pay you a compliment for your 'almost goal'. Now excuse me and have a good evening."

I walked away back to the dance floor to find Bruna. I was in no mood to tolerate Kylian's attitude. I found Bruna and told her that someone bumped into me and spilt my drink.

"Come on; I think I have something for you to wear," Bruna said.

We went upstairs to her and Ney's bedroom; I sat on a chair while she went through the closet.

"Who split it on you?" she yelled from inside the closet.

"Kylian," I answered.

"Ohh, you met him?" she asked, "he's the sweetest, right?"

"Are we talking about the same person?" I asked.

"Mpabbé," she said.

"Yeah, I'm talking about that one," I responded, "but I didn't see much of the sweetness."

She laughed and brought out a short multi-coloured sparkly jumpsuit with straps that met in the back of the neck and an open back, "does this fit you?"

"Yes," I said; it was gorgeous but not something I'd usually wear, but it was what was offered to me, so I put it on.

"Now this," Bruna started to speak, "this I like a lot!"

"I have a feeling that you and B secretly want me to dress like you guys."

"It's just that you design the most gorgeous elaborate, colourful pieces that are so elegant, but you only wear basics," she explained, "we want to see you in more!"

She wasn't wrong, and I wasn't offended. She's right. I am pretty black, white and beige, and I have no excuses not to dress a bit more extra; I was going to intern in a fashion house that meant I had to one-up game and fast.

"You're right," I said to her, "and I love how this looks."

She did a celebratory little clap with a grin, and we headed downstairs. This time I looked like the main act; people looked at me, and it felt different.

We made it back to Ney's table, and B, that was still in a conversation with Thilo, got up and said, "you look amazing!"

"Styled by Bruna Marquezine," Bruna credited herself.

Then Ney came behind us with a tray of shots and said, "ladies."

"Don't if we do," I said, and we all took the shots.

The party progressed, and it kept getting better and better. Béatrice and Thilo were dancing together, Ney and Bruna were busy being the cutest couple ever, and I sat down on the couch to rest my feet and talked to Jessica Aidi, Marco's wife.

Until our talk was interrupted by Kylian, and he said, "Salut Jessica, ça va?(Hi Jessica, how are you?)."

"Ça va, Kylian et toi? (I'm fine, Kylian and you?) she responded.

"Bien, (good)" then he sat next to me and said, "well, well, I guess you owe me for the makeover."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You changed clothes," he mentioned, "you look good, by the way."

"Thanks", I responded, and just as I was about to turn back to Jessica, Ney burst out of nowhere.

"Great! You guys met," he said, "Kylian, this is the girl I was telling you about Y/n."

"The designer?" Kylian asked.

"Telling him about?" I asked, confused.

"Yes," he answered both of us.

"I thought she was a fan who snuck in," he said to Ney, to which Ney started laughing immediately.

"Why were you talking about me to him?" I asked, even more confused.

Bruna immediately jumped in and answered, "because we were discussing the guestlist for dinner, we are planning later next week."

Before I could ask anything else, Ney pointed and shouted, "LOOK!"

We all look that way to see Thilo and B making out on the dance floor, so being the best friend that I am, to stood up and shouted, "WOOHOO GET IT B!" Everyone cheered.

"Let's go dance!" Ney suggested, and we all got up to party.

Hours passed, and I was exhausted. The guests started to clear out, and I was ready to go home. I looked for B everywhere, but I couldn't find her anywhere.

"Bruna? Have you seen B?" I asked.

"I think she went home with Thilo," she answered.

I was too tired even to be upset, and so I said, "alright, I guess I'll just call my cab."

"No, Kylian is going now with his driver. He can drop you," she said.

"No, that's okay..." I said.

"KYLIAN!" she shouted, interrupting me as he walked toward us, "Can you drop off Y/n? She lives close by."

"You don't have..." I started to speak.

"Sure, let's go," he said, interrupting me, "my drivers outside."