The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

All coming together

Having no clear choice in the matter, I followed him to his car.

We got into the back seat, and the driver greeted, "Bonsoir madame, comment vas-tu?(Good evening, my lady, how are you?)."

"She's English, Louis," Kylian said with his face glued to his phone.

"My apologies," he said.

"Ce n'est pas grave, Je comprends que Je ne parle tout simplement pas très bien (It's okay, I understand I just don't speak very well)" I replied.

"But it's very good, miss..." he paused.

"Y/n," I completed.

"Nice to meet you, miss Y/n," he said.

"Very nice to meet you too, Louis," I replied.

"So am I taking you both to your home, Kylian?" He asked.

"No!" we both answered at the same time and then shared a gaze.

"Kylian offered me a ride home, and it's close from here," I clarified, "I'll explain the way."

"Alright," he replied.

On the way, I spoke a lot to Louis and got to know him. He is very friendly and charismatic.

"And that's when I found out Kylian didn't have a driver's license," he said, and I laughed.

"Wait, you don't have a driver's license?" I giggled.

"No," he gave me a quick dry answer, still looking at his phone.

I stared at him and rolled my eyes at his one-worded response; thank goodness I at least have Louis to talk to.

"Des problèmes avec votre petite amie à nouveau monsieur ? (Trouble with your girlfriend again, sir?)." Louis asked; Kylian just let out a heavy sigh and said yes.

This boy just keeps on surprising me, I had no idea he had a girlfriend, but it was none of my business. I looked outside the window and realised we had arrived at my house.

"That's my home," I told him and pointed.

"That's where you live?" Kylian asked, surprised.

"This is my parent's house," I said, "I live in the city with B."

The gates opened, and Louis drove us up to my door.

"Thank you for the ride, Kylian," I said, "and Louis, lovely meeting you."

"Likewise, miss Y/n," he said.

I opened the car door, got off and headed straight into my house, then watched them drive off from the window. After this, I was so exhausted I just took a quick shower and went directly to bed.

The next morning

*phone rings*

It was B.

"Hello?" I pick up, still a bit sleepy.

"Hey!" B said, "are you asleep?"

"Kinda, why? Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm perfect," she whispered, "but I wanted to say that we are all at Ney's house for a little intimate lunch, and everyone's calling you."

"Alright," I responded, "I'll be there in an hour."

"See you soon!" She said and hung up.

I took a deep breath, analysed my state and thankfully, there was no hangover or anything detected. So I got up, showered, dressed, and headed downstairs to greet my parents.

"Good morning, mom and dad," I said to them as they were lounging on the outside dining table.

"Morning darling," my dad greeted, "where's Béatrice."

"She conquered her mission and got Thilo," I said.

"Damn, that girl is good," my mom applauded.

"Definitely," I said, "now they are all at Ney's for brunch, so I'm heading there now."

"Have fun," my mom said.

"Do you want me to drop you off?" My dad asked.

"I'll take my car, thank you though," I said, "goodbye."

"See you tomorrow at work?," he said.

"Of course," I answered.

I got to the garage and took my prized possession, my Mercedes Benz AMG C-class, C63. The best graduation present ever for a car lover like me.

I drove there, and when I arrived, the house was a stark contrast to the previous evening. There's a pleasant calm aura; there was no music bursting out of it, not much light because it was day and not many cars outside.

I went inside, and it was Ney's simple decoration; I walked past the living room and made my way outside to where there was no more platform or pool dance floor. Just a beautiful long table with everyone sitting there.

"Hey, guys!" I said.

"Hey!" Everyone said the table had Neymar's Brazilian friends, Bruna, B, Thilo, Julian, Achraf, his wife Hiba and Presnel.

"Well, this is a beautiful table," I said and greeted everyone, finally sitting on the available chair next to Julian.

"How are you?" He asked.

"I'm doing great actually," I answered, "how about you?"

"I'm great too," he responded, "I hardly saw you last night."

"Yeah, me too," I confessed.

"But did you have a good time?" He asked.

"Very good," I said, "except when my dress got ruined.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Someone bumped into me," I explained, "but I had my dear Bruna rescue me."

"Anytime," she said from across the table, and we chuckled.

"Who bumped into you?" He asked.

Before I could answer, we all heard a voice say, "Salut tout le monde (Hey everyone)".

It was Kylian; he walked in with all the charm, making his presence known throughout the table. He went to the Ney and greeted him with a hug. We made eye contact, and he smirked at me.

After greeting a few more people, he sat next to me and said, "look who's here."

"Nice to see you in a better mood," I commented, which wiped his smirk off a bit and only made me wider.

"I have a feeling you don't like me," he said, "is it true?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," I said, "why does it matter?"

He got closer to me, which made me a tad too nervous and right when he was about to reply, Ney yelled, "food's ready!"

"Guess you'll never know," Kylian said, then took his plate and went to get the food.

Why did he get on my nerves like that?