The morning after (Adnan Januzaj fan fiction)

Chapter 1: The Wake-Up

I wake up with a big headache from all the partying last night. To be honest I don't remember a shit, except from all the drinking and dancing.

I need to lay down for some seconds before opening my eyes.
The view is defenetly not my casual room - this place has a very clean style with wooden walls, white roof and 5 white glancy wardrobes. The bed I'm laying on is made of a grey soft material with beige silky sheets.
In front of me some daylight slips through the grey curtains from two big windows, and under stands a little white round table with a round lamp and white fake-flowers in a gray vase.
The unfamiliar bedroom is very stylish and clean, I like it.

I sit up slowly and need to calm the dizzieness before opening my eyes once again. I had felt his muscular arm around me when I'd woken up, but it isn't until now I dare to look at the man I spent the night with this time.
The man looks very young, like he just got out of his teen. He is very handsome with his dark-brown messy hair, cute eyebrows, filly lips and a tiny nose.

Eventually he makes a groaning sound and stretches out his naked body.
The man/teenager or whatever slowly opens his eyes and put a hand on his head and groans again, but when his gaze meets mine a confused look covers his face. Then he seems to remember what has happened and covers his face with his hands while making a frustrated noice.

"Shit" he says at first, and then something on french which I don't understand.

I decide not to answer and instead just keep on starring at him. He sits up slowly and closes his eyes for a moment, just like I earlier did, and then looks at me.

"I give you ten thousand if you keep quiet about this" he says with a little panic in his voice.
"I'm not a whore" I answer annoyedly.
"No, not for the... For tonight, but for your silence. Please!" He beg.
He has a really cute accent when he speaks.
"Why would I?" I ask tirely and gasp.
"You don't know who I am?" He asks surprisely.
"Wow, you've got a big ego. Sorry to disappoint you, but no, I haven't got a clue" I answer and now I'm starting to get annoyed. Who does he think he is?
"Oh sorry, of course not" he laughs nervously while dragging his hand through his hair.

The gesture would normally have turned me on if it wasn't for his self-loving self.
"I'm Adnan, Adnan Januzaj. I play football in Manchester United" he says shyly.
"Pleasure" I say with sarcasm. Great, I've slept with a big famous footballer who probably thinks he is something special just becouse he's rich.
"And your name?" Adnan asks curiously.
"Oh right, Destiny Watson, I do the dishes at Starbucks down town" I say ironic.

Adnan studies me with an intrested look which makes me feel a little uncomfortable.
"Don't you have some game to play or something?" I ask.
"Not this weekend, our match got moved to Wednesday".
"Cool"
Silence again.
"Mind going out on breakfast?" He eventually asks.

I hesitate a bit, I usally just do one-night stands and then never meets the guy again, but Adnan seem.. Intresting.
"It's half eleven" I answer to sound unexcited.
"Lunch then?"
"Fine, but it's on you" I wink.
"Great" he grin.

We both get dressed, but unfortunatly I have to wear my sweaty dress from last night.
"Take this" Adnan says and hands over a grey hoodie with NIKE in black colour printed over it.
"First a footballplayer and now a gentleman, what a dream come true!" I say sarcastic once again.

He smiles as an answer and starts fixing his hair while I'm doing my makeup. Half an hour later we're both ready to go. Adnan is wearing a black snapback, light-blue sloppy jeans, a grey T-shirt, a black jacket and a pair of red New Balance shoes.
He's looking pretty stylish while me is dressed in his NIKE-hoodie, black leggings, a pair of black high heels and my blonde-dyed hair's up in a messy ponytail.
Adnan grins at me when I sceptical watch myself in the hall-mirror.

"Nice shoes" he winks.
"Not nicer than your zipper" I say and nodd at his pants direction.

He looks down and blush a bit while he zip his pants up. I laugh at him and gives him a friendly punch on the shoulder which he answers by slapping my bum.

Since Adnan lives close to central Manchester we walk down the streets towards a café. He's wearing sunglasses and his jacket-hoodie over his head so fans don't recognize him, which makes me roll my eyes.
Down at the café I order a cafe latte and a sandwich and Adnan a double-espresso, sandwich and fruitsalad. We sit down and wait to get our orders served.

"So, how old are you?" Adnan asks me.
"Seventeen in July" I answer.
"Wait.. How could you then have gotten in to the club?" he asks surprisely.
"Fake ID" I wink.
"Oh" he laugh.

We sit in silence for a while.

"So what's your story?" I ask curiously.
"Well, I started playing football when I was-"
"Not your career stupid, your real story" I smile.
"Oh" he hesitate. "I guess I don't exactly have one, football has been everything to me through my life, so I haven't exactly had time for so much other stuffs".

I go quiet and study him from top to toe. It's a pity he chose football, he could littarly have become a model instead.
"What about yours? Why's a pretty girl like you out partying every weekend, ruining your future?"
"For fun. What's the fun in telling your grandchildren about every Saturday night chilling in my room, eating Ben & Jerry's and watching Netflix?" This isn't exactly true, but it's what I tell others and try to convince myself about.
"Okay then" he says and starts eating his sandwich.
I pause for a moment and then do the same.

After finishing our food and doing some more chit-chatting we decide to go back to Adnan's appartment.
Even though it's late April the weather is still rainy and grey clouds are covering the sky. Adnan insist we should watch a movie.

"No party for you this Saturday" he winks.

We start watching Netflix in his livingroom. This room is even more stylish than the bedroom with big windows as wall with a beautiful view over Manchester. He's got a big TV in front of a wooden wall and the two of us are sitting in a big gray sofa with metal-legs. He got a fruit-bowl on top of a glass table in front of us and a big metal and trendy lamp hanging over it.
We watch in silence for a while until Adnan speaks.

"We're friends right?"
"Huh?" I answer with a handful of grapes in my mouth.
"Yes, it's just that want to focus on my career now and a girlfriend wouldn't do so good at the moment" His nervousness makes his accent more obvious.
"I usally don't even hang out afterwards with my one-night stands, I'm defenetly not a relationship-girl" I laugh.
"Oh, good, but we can be friends right? I really like you" he blushes.
"Of course" I smile, even though I somewhere inside of me have got a feeling that this guy is about to screw up my life.