Choices

14

I enter the hotel just behind Kylian and I am amazed at the sight.

A crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling in the lobby, I grasp the handle of my suitcase as I study the place. Red leather couches are sat around this room acting as a sort of waiting area. The carpet is a lush gold and red pattern going with the main décor, and giving the place a yellow warm glow.

The squad sign in and we are each given our room keys. Mine is room seventy one. "Come on, we will go in the lift." Kylian takes me by surprise as he engulfs his hand in mine tugging me towards an elevator that leads towards the upper floors.

"Guys, squad dinner at half six, nothing formal but just don't be late." Pochettino tells us all and wags his finger pointing at Messi who holds his hands up in a guilty manner.

"Okay." Kylian answers for the both of us before he pulls me away into the gold painted elevator.

I watch him as he presses the number one and the lift door close.

His eyes meet mine and he leans against the wall, close to me. He looks down at me and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "It doesn't feel like Christmas really does it?" I ask him smiling up at him.

"No, we could do something later maybe to make it feel a little more Christmassy?" Kylian moves a little closer and I breathe in a deep breath feeling my heart flutter.

"Like what?"

"Well there is a lovely park around here, not a lot of people will be out because it is Christmas, so me and you could go on a little walk after dinner perhaps?" He folds his arms and raises his eyebrows at me.

A grin plays at my lips and I smirk up at him. "Go on then, a walk won't do any harm. As long as we are back early, boss wouldn't be too happy if you were tired for tomorrow's game." I wag my finger at him before grabbing my suitcase and strolling out of the lift as the doors open leaving him with a victorious smile upon his face.

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The dinner is in half an hour and so far I have gotten myself half ready. My outfit consists of ripped, light blue dad-jeans, and an oversized vintage Nike pullover that has the colour cream.

I straighten my dark brown hair and then do simple make up, nothing too over the top. I also spray my favourite perfume hopefully to smell nice for Kylian.

I look at myself in the mirror of my room, before I take a couple of selfies in my outfit thinking that it's probably about time I posted on my Instagram.

The likes start pouring through. I changed my account to public not too long ago and already my followers have gone up like two thousand in the past couple of weeks. I haven't even been tagged in any of the footballers' stories, most of them are probably crazy fangirls.

My phone lights up as someone comments and I see that it is Kylian.

@k.mbappe: wow ;)

Butterflies fill my stomach and I feel my face go a little red.

The way this boy makes me feel. I turn my phone on silent so the comments and likes don't piss me off, I get my shoes on.

They are a pair of black chunky shoes that go nicely with the jeans and jumper. I check the time on my watch and it is twenty past six.

I'd best head down to the hotel restaurant.

I head out of my hotel room ensuring I lock the door behind me and walk my way down the corridor to the stairs.

The restaurant isn't a big walk, and when I reach it, the view is just as beautiful as the lobby. Another crystal chandelier hangs from the top of the ceiling and deep red curtains are strung up revealing the night and the sky. Round tables are placed aesthetically around the spacious room.

A band is softly playing some peaceful music that greets my ears pleasantly. Neymar and Jacques are already sat at a rather long table that has been set up for us.

No other guests other than us PSG members are here. It is not a surprise considering that it is Christmas and most will be spending the night with their families laughing and singing or playing with the new presents that they have opened.

I take a seat next to Jacques and he smiles brightly at me as I do so. Neymar also nods at me in greeting. "You alright, Olivia?" He asks me and leans back into his chair.

"Yeah." I breathe and put my hands on my lap feeling a little awkward sitting here. However, the doors to the restaurant open and that feeling is immediately melted.

My eyes meet the gorgeous, brown ones of Kylian Mbappe and a small smile tugs at my lips. He is wearing black, cargo jeans and a white shirt finished with a black bomber jacket. A silver chain also hangs from his neck. He is so wow.

He takes the seat next to me and a massive whiff of his cologne blows over me. I have to stop my eyes from going wide, how can anyone smell so fantastic?

Neymar and Kylian fist bump and mumble their greetings before he turns to me. "You okay, Liv?" He looks down at me and I stare back.

"Yes, thank you." I smile sweetly before quickly breaking his gaze as my heart picks up. Neymar coughs and then smirks at the two of us. He then gets out his phone and films around him.

He then types before putting his phone away. "Tagged you two don't worry." The man smiles at the two of us and Kylian glares at him.

He then also gets out his phone and clicks on Neymar's story. It is of mainly me and Kylian and there is a pink love heart next to our tags. The Brazilian moves his eyebrows up and down at the two of us before him and Jacques go into a conversation probably about tomorrow's game.

"Your post was gorgeous, you look even more pretty in real life you know." Kylian mumbles so only I can hear and I can't speak as I feel so overwhelmed by the way he is making me feel right now.

The way he is always making me feel.

"Thank you, not looking too bad yourself." I manage to say and he grins at me.

"So we still on for later?"

"Yes of course, that's if the offer is still there?"

"That offer isn't going anywhere, you better put on a coat when we go, I ain't giving you mine." Kylian leans a little closer and I smile up at him.

"I might just steal it anyways." I giggle and he shakes his head biting his lip.

Tonight is going to be magical.

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Hi peeps,

More Liv and Kylian content, hope it was good.

See you Sunday,

Daisy :) xxx