Mon Amour - Kylian Mbappé

Chapitre quatre

I woke up with an extreme headache. I looked around a bit.
I was in a slightly dark room, with only a lamp on the small bed table next to me.
Where was I?
Out of the window I could see that it was still dark outside, so I figured out it was night.
I crawled out of bed as I could feel the nausea inside me rising.
In confusion, I walked around with one hand on my stomach, looking for the bathroom.
Instead, I ended up in a large room, with a big kitchen and a smaller living room.
"Hello?" I stammered, looking around in confusion.
I started hearing sounds from an open door and I could hear someone approaching.
My vision was blurred, but as the person got close I quickly recognised him.
"Kylian?" I asked, quickly feeling the worry as I looked into his eyes.
He looked at me gently and smiled.
I was about to ask him something, but I could feel the nausea.
I blinked a few times, and my eyes searched for the bathroom.
I ran out there with Kylian right behind me.
I knelt in front of the toilet and Kylian sat behind me.
Two warm hands ran their fingers gently through my hair, gathering it into a ponytail.
With one hand he held onto my hair, and moved the other down to my shoulder.
He massaged it gently, and chills spread throughout my body.
There he sat, holding my hair and comforting me as I vomited.
When I finally finished, I leaned back, exhausted.

There I laid, leaning back on Kylian, with thoughts racing through my head.
I was exhausted throughout my body, and didn't think about the fact that my head was resting on his lap.
I started crying, which came as a shock to myself.
All the thoughts in my head just hurt, and I was afraid that something had happened to me while I wasn't conscious.
Kylian looked at me in surprise, but with the gentlest clear eyes.
"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asked, slowly wiping away the tears under my cheeks.
I ignored the fact that he called me "beautiful".
He seemed warm and loving unlike how he had greeted me earlier in the day.
"I don't remember anything." I said sniffling, all the worrying was making my head heavy.
"I promise nothing has happened to you. You'll get the whole story tomorrow, when you're feeling better." He said soothingly, and his hands on my cheeks were reassuring.
I laid there with the back of my head in his lap as he looked down at me with the most beautiful eyes.
I could feel my eyes getting heavy again, but I blinked hard.
I couldn't sleep here on the bathroom floor.

"Do you have an extra toothbrush?" I asked gently, breaking eye contact.
He stood up carefully, and lifted me to my feet. He leaned me against the wall so I wouldn't lose my balance.
From the drawer under the faucet, he took a toothbrush and put toothpaste on it.
He quickly ran the toothbrush under the water from the faucet, and handed it to me.
I started brushing my teeth, but with my condition it was difficult to both balance and brush my teeth.
I lost my balance, and in trying to keep my balance, I dropped the toothbrush.
"I'm sorry," I said gently, looking down.
Kylian laughed a little at me, and picked up the toothbrush from the floor.
Again it got toothpaste on it, and was run once under the water from the faucet.
Instead of handing me the toothbrush, he gestured for me to open my mouth.
Without thinking further, I opened it a little.
He had his thumb on my lower lip, and his index finger on my upper lip, so he could brush all of my teeth.
He took the toothbrush out of my mouth, washed it and put it back in the drawer.
"Don't you want some water before you go back to sleep?" Kylian asked, looking into my eyes.
I nodded quietly, still feeling the embarrassment of vomiting in front of him.
He helped me into the kitchen, and poured me a glass of water.
With a slightly shaky hand, I grabbed the glass and drank it all.
"More?" He asked, with an inquiring look.
I gently shook my head, as the answer no thanks.
He turned to put the glass in the dishwasher.
A violent dizziness hit me, and I felt my balance disappear again.
I could still see, but had no control over my balance.
Before I knew it, Kylian was behind me.
He grabbed me just before I was about to hit the ground.
He put one arm under my knee caps and the other under my neck.
He lifted me up, and walked towards the bedroom I came from.
As he walked with me, I could feel my heavy head leaning back against his muscular arm.
I was gently placed on the bed and he pulled the duvet aside.
I tried to help myself by putting the duvet on.
I laid on my side, and he sat down in front of me.
He looked deep into my eyes and said: "Shout if you need me."
He smiled a little, and stroked my hair behind my ears.
He stood up again, turned his back and was about to leave the bedroom.
"Kylian?" I stammered softly, and he quickly looked back at me.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Do you want to stay in here with me maybe?" I asked cautiously, looking away embarrassed.
Why was I asking this?
It's definitely not like me to ask something like that, but for some strange reason I felt comfortable with him.
Although I was still confused as to why I was with him, I hadn't panicked about it.
His gentleness and caring had reassured me.
He smiled in surprise, and replied: "Of course, Nora."
He closed the door behind him and laid down on the other side of the bed.
I turned off the night lamp on the nightstand beside me.
I moved very close to him, and gently laid my head on his chest.
"Can I lie here?" I asked shyly.
He whispered lowly, "you don't even have to ask, beautiful."
He put his one arm around me.
With his other hand, he gently stroke my hair on top of my head.
"Good night, Nora." He whispered, and gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead.
My eyes got heavier and heavier, and I ended up falling asleep in his arms.