Choices

13

It's Christmas day and I am spending most of it travelling to the other side of France with the team for a match tomorrow.

Me and Jack are slowly patching things up over the past three weeks but nothing can get my mind off of what happened and what has happened in the past. I don't think that I am only annoyed at that one thing though at the party. I am annoyed for what has happened throughout our relationship.

The thought of him talking to that girl before, the messages that I had seen when she had sent me them explaining everything.

I don't know why I didn't just dump him right then and there, most people would've done. I guess it would have made me feel so guilty, he has done so much for me for these past three years. I couldn't just let him go after one mistake.

But now it isn't just one mistake. Now I have no trust in him. I can't say that he is loyal. I can't say that I believe everything that he tells me. I can't even say that I love him.

Yet here I am still holding onto whatever is left of the love I have given him since we first met.

The coach is ready waiting for us outside the training academy and I feel a hand on my shoulder. My eyes meet Kylian's and butterflies fill my tummy. "Mind if I sit with you on the way? You can sit by the window?" He raises his eyebrows and I let out a small laugh.

"You may have persuaded me, Mbappe." I pat his chest and we both head outside to put our suitcases into the storage compartment of the coach.

We find our seats near the back and as he promised he lets me sit myself down in the seat next to the window.

As Kylian takes his own seat, I get a whiff of his signature sweet-smelling cologne and I look out the window to hide the slight blush on my cheeks.

I get so overwhelmed by him for no reason.

The two of us do our seatbelts up as the engine of the coach begins to rumble below.

Messi and Neymar are sitting behind us and Jacques has claimed the two chairs next to me and Kylian. It looks like he is just going to be going through paperwork this morning ahead of the game tomorrow.

I have a couple of forms and stuff to fill in too, and I pull down the tray on the back of the chair opposite me. I place my MacBook on it and connect to the coach's internet.

A finger pushes an air pod into my left ear and I look at Kylian. "What are you up to?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Nothing, I just thought that me and you could listen to some music together." The Frenchman shrugs and begins playing some music and he sits back in his seat closing his eyes.

He looks so cute and peaceful.

I snap out of my daze and turn back to my laptop as the coach begins its journey. I have some forms to fill in about the squads' passports and just to allow a couple of cheque for new kit orders because Pochettino needed help with his load of paperwork.

About ten minutes into the journey my phone pings and Kylian slowly opens his eyes scanning the now lightened screen. It's a message from Jack asking when Sam is going to his dad's. The guy next to me sits up straight and sucks in a sharp breath, his reaction making it obvious about the way he feels towards Jack. "So, you two, how have you been since the party?"

Hesitation numbs me and I glance at Kylian for a second unsure of what to say. "Err...yeah, just been going through a bit of a rough patch since then, can't say things have been the same as they were." I nod.

I don't think they will ever be the same again.

He too nods his head slightly not tearing his eyes away from mine.

I put my phone face down not bothering to reply and I huff to myself.

That's when a spike of electricity runs up my arm as soft fingers entwine gently with my own.

My heart thumps against my chest and I suck in a deep breath through my nose trying to slow it down.

We have only been on this coach fifteen minutes, I don't know if I can survive the next hour or so with this guy next to me doing these things to me.

I steal a quick glance at Kylian and he has closed his eyes again listening to the music. I lay further back in my chair and as I shift his thumb moves against my skin giving me the most amazing butterflies.

Wow, how can anyone make someone feel this way?

"How's Sam?" Kylian slightly turns his head to face me and there's a sparkle in his gorgeous, brown eyes as they look into my own.

"Yeah I believe he is good. He is spending Christmas with his dad and then is spending boxing day with Jack and I will obviously be back the day after tomorrow." I bite my lip thinking about the pair of them spending a whole day together without me.

"Do him and Jack get along?"

I ponder on that question for a good ten seconds. "They don't get on the best, but they'll be fine for one day, who knows they might end up getting along for once."

"Does Sam not like Jack or something?"

"Errr...I just think that he thinks that I could do better, that he is not the right one for me."

"And do you think the same?" His eyebrows are raised as he asks me this and I slowly take my hand away from his, despite wanting him to hold it for the rest of my life.

A flash of something I can't read appears on his face however it quickly goes. I don't answer his question, feeling as if he already knows the answer.

I think the same as my younger brother.

"So, Christmas, have you opened any presents?" Kylian changes the subject and I meet his eyes again.

"Yeah, Jack got me a new perfume and a jumper, and Sam got me a box of chocolates that are in my suitcase." I giggle and bite my lip as a flush of embarrassment engulfs me.

"You better share them with me later." He nudges me and we both laugh together.

"Oh yeah, and what you gonna do if I don't?" I lean a little closer to him and his cologne once again fills my nose and I try so hard not to blush at how close the two of us are right now.

"I am going to leave that to your imagination." Kylian touches his forehead and his gaze flickers down to my lips before looking back into my green eyes.

The sound of my phone pinging makes him move away and go back to the way he was sat before.

It takes me a moment to gather myself before I see who has messaged me.

It is Jack again.

Jack- Why are you ignoring me? All I want to know is when your brother is getting picked up...

I reply.

Liv- I am not ignoring you I just had to reply to an email quickly, he should be round at around eleven?

This time I put my phone on silent and blank the screen once again. I go back to writing in details into various different forms on my laptop and Kylian's chin on my shoulder looking at what I am writing. "This looks so boring." He kindly inputs and move away from him folding my arms.

"Well, Mbappe, it's my job and you wouldn't be able to play abroad without these slips so shush."

He holds up his hands either side of his head and then chuckles at me.

I could listen to his laugh all day.

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Hi guys,

Hope you enjoyed this chapter a little more, I will see you on Wednesday with Chapter Fourteen.

Thank you for reading,

Daisy xxx