I Was Dying || Griezmann

.deux.

I am currently munching on my delicious blueberry muffin with crumbled breading. A small coffee in my left hand. I always come to this small yet tourist attracted café not far from the Eiffel Tower. There was sun with a hint of fair blue sky with dark grey clouds almost covering the sky. It was obvious it was going to rain soon. I'm not complaining of course, I'm thankful I still have my life. Tourists and the French were piling up the sidewalks. Oh how I loved my window seat. Since I come to this café often, people know not to take this seat.

I felt a stare coming from the window. I decided to ignore it. I tried to look everywhere but the window. Maybe ignoring the person will give them a hint, but they would not go away. I finally looked at the window and I wish I would of looked sooner. It was a man just about the age of twenty-two to twenty-four with white and brown hair shaped into a quiff and a bit of a Mohawk. His height must of been about 5'10". A really good looking man indeed. As soon as I caught him staring at me, he smiled and walked away. It was a shame because he was really attractive.

"Excuse me?" a man said. It shocked me a little. I looked up and I saw the man who was staring at me. "How can someone like you even talk to someone like me?" I smiled at how he used that line from a movie.

"Why not." I replied.

"May I sit?" he asked breaking the silent.

"Yeah, sure." I moved my belongings for him to sit.

"I'm Antoine Griezmann." he said pulling out his hand to shake.

"Belle Roth." and I pulled my hand to shake. Not a second later, people were flooding our table. Antoine looked embarrassed. "Um not to be rude or anything, but why do people want autographs from you? Are you well known or something?" Before he could answer, a girl about fifteen years old snapped at me.

"Please don't tell me that you're sitting here with one of the greatest and hottest football players in the world and you don't know what he's even famous for!" The girl rolled her eyes and demanded for an autograph which Antoine refused to give. I sat back in shock.

"Well some people have mishaps in their lives which secludes them from knowing anything about the 'social life'." I snapped back. She only stomped away in fury. I looked back at Antoine and gave him a 'forgive me look'. Antoine looked very confused from the mishap thing. "Sorry." I muttered.

"Don't be. My fans are never like that. I'm sorry. Anyway, I'm a professional football player. I'm guessing you don't like football? Because if this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship, and later on to have a beautiful relationship that everyone desperately wants and then have beautiful children, my beautiful friend has to like football." he smiled.

"Oh I used to love football. I played when I was younger, but I stopped because uh, I had many injuries. So I stopped playing to prevent any more." but this wasn't the case. I only stopped because of my cancer. I would of kept playing football. Of course, it's something you can't control. I smiled at the fact that he called me beautiful and already wanted a relationship. "It's nice to meet you. And I promise not to fangirl about you being a professional footballer." I laughed.

"Oh that's absolutely grand! There's nothing better than having a friend who's a beautiful girl that likes football." he crossed his arms and leaned towards me, "You see, my friends who don't play football with me, don't like football. Also, it so nice to meet you too." Antoine stated. I only nodded because he was so breathtakingly beautiful. I didn't have a voice to speak. We just kept staring into each other's eyes. "Wow, you are really beautiful." Antoine admitted.

"Thank you." I looked down while smiling and blushing so he couldn't see. Alyssa, a worker I knew came to talk to me.

"Belle, you're going to be late for university! Go now while you still can." she hurried me.

"Thank you Alyssa, I'll be going." I looked at her and she went back to work. "I'm sorry Antoine, but I have to go. I had a delightful time with you." I grabbed my things, but he grabbed my hand before I could hurry away.

"Wait Belle, when will I see you again? I want to spend more time with you." he gave the eyes of sadness. I sat back down.

"Lucky for you, I'm free all day tomorrow. I'm all yours." I replied. Just meet me here at this same table at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Alright, and one more thing." Antoine smirked, "You and me. Who's going to fall in love first?" I smiled, let go of his hand, and walked away. I couldn't answer that, but I think I fell in love first.

The whole time time at university, I was distracted by the one and only Antoine Griezmann; 'one of the greatest and hottest football player in the world.'

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I'll probably be posting a chapter a week. Thanks for a hundred reads in the first week. It's definitely more than what I thought I would get. Also, thanks for all the support all of you have given me. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I thought it was really cute, and I think both of them already love each other. Please comment and vote! Love you all. ❤️

p.s. I was so sad that Mexico lost against USA. Cubo Torres played well. Queretaro won against America, so that's good. It sucks that Ronaldinho is retiring at the end of the season.

This is totally irrelevant but my appointment is in 19 days and I'm scared. Yesterday, my symptoms were bad. But I made it through. 😀