Mon Amour - Kylian Mbappé

Chapitre cinq

I woke up in an empty bed.
My head hurt, and as I felt the pain, I laid my hand on my forehead.
I looked at the other side of the bed, confused, but I was all alone.
I got up from the bed, and opened the door.
To my surprise, Kylian was in the kitchen, making something on the pan.
I could feel the shyness, but carefully walked over to him and stood next to him.
He turned around so that he was now looking down at me.
He stroked my hair behind my ears, and asked softly: "How are you?"
"I'm okay, thank you." I said quietly and looked up at him, but when I met his eyes I blushed and quickly looked down again.
He chuckled a little at me, and pulled me into a hug.
"You can just sit over at the table, I'm just making us pancakes." He said, stroking me over the head.
With heavy steps I walked over to the table, and sat facing the kitchen so I could watch him.

He sat down opposite me and placed the plate between us.
I took courage and asked: "What happened yesterday?"
"When we arrived at the party, I quickly spotted you on the dance floor, and to say the least, you didn't look like you were having a super good time. Your friends around you were drunk out of their minds and no one noticed you. You could barely keep your balance, and your eyes were rolling around in your head. I went to check up on you, but you weren't conscious at all. As I tried to wake you up, you suddenly collapsed in my arms. The other girls were too drunk to take care of you, so I took you with me instead. On the way to a taxi, where I lifted you in my arms, you woke up a little.
You tried to speak, but your sentences were not complete and made no sense. When I finally got a taxi for us, you had fallen asleep in my arms.
In the taxi, I tried to sit you down so you could lean your head against the window.
In your sleep you mumbled a little and asked me to sit with you. So I sat in the back with you, where you slept with your head up against my shoulder. When we got home I helped you to bed. You insisted you wanted your dress off, so I helped you, hope that's okay. In fear of you would wake up freezing, you just got one of my sweatshirts on, even though it's a bit big."
He laughed a bit, and looked at the shirt.
I scratched the back of my neck a little, and looked down at my lap.
A thumb under my chin, pushed my head up, and my gaze met his eyes.
"I promise you, nothing happened." He said reassuringly, and continued eating.
I couldn't really consume food, and said apologetically, "I don't have much of an appetite, sorry."
"Don't apologise, pretty." He said, catching my eye.
I blushed again, and smiled a little at his comment.

A knock sounded on the door and I blinked my eyes in fright.
"Just go back into the bedroom. You can put some of my clothes on." Kylian said, looking at me expectantly.
I nodded affirmatively in response.
I got up from the chair, and went into the bedroom again, where I opened the closet. It was filled with clothes of all colors, and I was looking for a pair of pants. He was a lot taller than me, though, so the fit probably wouldn't be perfect. I did find a pair of black loose jeans that fit reasonably well. They were a bit long, but nothing to worry about.
I could hear Kylian talking to someone outside the door to the room.
Accidentally, a pair of shoes from the closet fell to the ground, landing hard.
"What was that?" Someone at the door asked, pulling the door handle.
In the doorway, Achraf and Kylian now stood looking at me.
Achraf grinned a little, and asked: "What's going on here, why is she here?"
I didn't answer, but looked expectantly at Kylian, who I hoped would answer Achraf.
"She left her phone at the party last night, she just had to go get it. She has to go now." Kylian said with a cold look, looking at me stiffly.
The anger and disappointment in me quickly spread, and with hasty steps I walked towards the doorway they were standing in. I walked straight past them, and quickly rushed out the door of the apartment.

I must have been mistaken in thinking that he had changed.