The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

First Date

Early Wednesday morning, the day wasn't bright but I felt euphoric. I couldn't even wait to get out of work. I showered, got dressed and went to the kitchen. There I found a very tired B wrapped in blankets.

"Did you wake up just to hear what happened?" I asked her.

"Yes!" She expressed, "now can you tell me, please? The suspense is killing me!"

I laughed and said, "of course."

I proceeded to cook breakfast as I told her what she wanted to hear. When I finished cooking I sat on the dining table across from her and finished telling her everything.

"Wow," she said, "that's really cute."

"I know," I blushed as I ate my food.

"I hope it all goes smoothly," she mentioned.

"Me too," I said.

"Now if you'll excuse me," she said as she got up, "I stayed up basically all night to hear this. I need my rest."

"Good night!" I yelled as she wanted away.

"Bye!"

I finished eating and quickly made my way to work walking. I arrived to the usual Madam Blanchet wait for us and today was special, we got to see how the couture team worked. Can this day get any better?

We went to their studio and watched as they laid each piece of material on to clothing. There was even a quick stop by from Mr Kim Jones. We exchanged a few words before we were needed at our next task, to bring everyone working snacks.

Because of my good mood, for once I didn't mind doing this job and I did so with joy.

"What's gotten you all happy today?" Charles asked, "I thought your team lost."

"Yes, they unfortunately did," I responded, "but I don't know, I just feel, good today."

"That's great to hear," he said, "now let's finish so we can go home!"

"For sure."

I was done early and walked home with Charles. I got home and changed out of my work clothes.

*message notification*

Hi, are you home?

Hey Kylian, yeah I am.

Great, I'm coming to get you in 20 minutes.

Alright, where are we going?

You'll see.

I got ready and wide leg trousers and a turtleneck because of the cold. When I was done, I sat down in the living room watching tv waiting for him.

*doorbell rings*

I quickly get up and open it up find Kylian standing there holding a single rose.

"Salut, (Hi,)" he greeted then handed me the rose.

I receive it and said, "Hey, thank you, this is really sweet."

"It's a pleasure," he replies, "are you ready to go?"

"Yes," I answer as I put the rose in a vase with water then quickly grab my clutch so we can go downstairs.

We rush over to the car where Louis was already ready to go, but first he greed, " Bonjour mademoiselle, content de te voir. (Hello miss, good to see you.)

"Hey Louis, it's a pleasure seeing you as well," I reply.

We began our journey and Louis drove us to a restaurant called Le Gabriel, a modern French restaurant I was yet to try.

We entered from the back to avoid anyone seeing Kylian going into a restaurant with a mystery girl, because that would for sure make the highlights the next morning.

The waitress then guided us to our private area where we would be having our dinner. The room was large, with other tables and chairs, but had a distinct royal feeling to it. With the darker woods, crown molding and amazing decoration, I felt severely under dressed for the occasion.

Kylian then pulled one of the chairs for me to seat and sat across from me. We decided to over the 4 course meal, so we could experience different dishes. Along with a bit of wine.

"Cheers," he said as he lifted his glass.

I lifted mine as well and asked, "what are we cheering for?"

"The first of many dates, I hope," he responded. I smiled with my cheeks all blushed and we clicked our glasses then took a sip.

As we finished the sip, the food became to be served and we indulged in each dish.

When we finally finished the last I said, "that was incredible, I can't believe I never came here."

He giggled and said, "that's exactly how I felt when I first came and now it's one of my favorite."

"Well then I can tell you have great tastes," I said.

"Thank you," he replied with a smile.

"I usually go to corner restaurants, hardly ever something this fancy," I confessed.

"I don't know in how long I don't go to a simple, normal restaurant," he said.

"I can imagine," I responded, "I don't think there is anywhere in Paris you can go where people don't freak out."

"True."

"Can I ask you something?" I said as I placed my elbows on the table and leaned closer.

"Oui, (Yes,)" he said.

"I get that you are living your dream and achieving amazing things in you career," I stated, "but how do you deal with the fame? People always after you and all that."

"Well, for starters I hardly go out," he said and we both laughed, "and I pay no mind to it, the media, paparazzi, gossip. I just care when they involve the people around me, who didn't sign up for this life like I did."

"I understand," I replied.

"But when it comes to the fans, I love them all," he explained, "they support me and I appreciate it. But sometimes I do wish I could do what you do and walk around the streets or go to those restaurants, hangout normally."

"It's not that normally," I said, "if you hadn't noticed, I'm surrounded by famous people, which is really cool, but I'm always amazed at how you can do it."

"You'll have to do it soon as well."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you want to be a designer, non?" He asked, "create your own label."

"Yes," I told him, "but I'll deal with it when and if it comes. For now, I run away from paparazzi when I'm out and about with you.

He laughed and said, "Alright, deal,"

We spent the rest of the evening talking and the more we speak the more I realize we have a lot in common, which only makes things better.

He also invited me to watch the match he has tomorrow against Marseille, to which I gladly said yes to.

By the end of the night, he dropped me home on my doorstep and gave me a good night kiss before leaving.

I arrived in my room, threw myself on my bed and murmured, "what is this boy doing to me?"