Not a secret anymore •Marco Reus / Lionel Messi•

Chapter 34

Tuesday

Sitting on the sofa, I was biting the pencil trying to revise for the test tomorrow. It's my last one since I've taken pre terms. I closed the book and closed my eyes for a while to remember everything I've read. When I heard the door-bell, I stood up and opened the door. "Hi." Marcel said walking behind me. "Hi." I said and followed him. "How are you?" he asked sitting down on the sofa. "Good. You?" I asked placing my textbook on the table. "Good. An, I was wondering, you have a pretty face." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. Pretty face? "And I need a woman to be on the new pics of my brand." he said and I chuckled. "Would you be my model?" he asked and I laughed loudly. "Oh c'mon! Marcel will be the model for men, but you, you are perfect for women." he said and I bit my lip. "When?" I asked and he smiled. "On Thursday." he said and I shrugged. "I agree if I'm not gonna pose topless." I said and he laughed. "Don't think Marco would allow that to happen." he said and I blushed.

"Hello." I greeted Marco sitting across the table. We're in the Italian restaurant. Again. This place seems like a second home to him. And I won't lie - I don't like it that much. "Hi. No kiss?" he pouted and I rolled my eyes standing up to give him a light peck on the lips. "Has Marcel talked to you?" I asked and he furrowed his eyebrows. "Well, he was at mine about 2 hours ago and..." I didn't finish since the waitress came and we ordered our food. "What did he want?" Marco asked sipping on his water. "He asked me if I'd be his model. For the photoshooting." I announced and he choked. "P-photoshooting?" he asked and I nodded nervously. I can tell he doesn't like it by the way he looks. But I'd like to do that. "No." Marco said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "Hello." a girl in her 18th said and Marco looked up at her. "Can I take a pic?" she asked and Marco nodded. She left right after taking the pic with him. Wait. So he can take photos with whoever and I can't? No, I don't think so. "Well, I agreed." I said and he shook his head. "Take it back then." he said sternly and I raised my eyebrows. "What?" I exclaimed. "I won't take it back." I said and he bit the inside of his cheek. "I don't want you to be photoshooted." he said and I stood up grabbing my handbag. This was just across the line Marco! "It's your shame then." I muttered and walked away leaving him there all alone. This is my decision. And if I wanna be the model, I don't see a point why Marco should be the one making me refuse it.

Marco's POV

Knocking on Marcel's door for the billionth time, I waited for him to open. "Hey." he said and I walked past him immediately. "Hey hurricane. What's going on?" he asked following me to the living room. "Ana left me." I said and he raised his eyebrows. "L-left you?" he asked and I sighed. "Not left like broke up...but...we were having lunch when she mentioned something with photoshooting. Then I told her something and she stormed away." I explained and he rolled his eyes. "Okay. What did you tell her?" he asked and I rubbed the back of my neck. "Nothing bad." I said and he made that ironical smile. "Yeah sure. She left because you told her she looks beautiful." he said sarcastically. "I told her that I don't want her to be your model." I muttered and he raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?! Why?" he exclaimed and I rolled my eyes. "I know that lots of people will look at those photos. And I don't want anybody to look at my girlfriend." I said and he chuckled. "At your girlfriend?" he asked and I nodded. "She's beautiful. But it doesn't mean somebody will steal her away from you." he said and I stood up. "No? Have you seen her legs? And her figure? Not talking about her face." I said angrily and he smirked. "You are so freaking jealous." he announced and I blushed lightly. Oh come on Marco! It's nothing to be ashamed of! She's your girlfriend. Of course you need to be a bit jealous! "Go and talk to her you moron!" he said and I faked a smile. "She's beyond angry. Do you think she answers any of my calls? Or she would open the door for me?" I asked and he sighed sitting down. "Marco, I know she means a lot to you. More than that for a longer time, but I'm not gonna make her pose topless! She'll be wearing a hoodie. Or a T-shirt." he said softly and I bit my lip. "Still, I don't want any of men's eyes to catch her." I mumbled. "Well, that's your problem then. She's beautiful, and so no men will take the fact that she already has a boyfriend." he said. "You'll have to get used to it. And start believing her." he said. I do believe her. Well, maybe for 90 per cent. She's beautiful. And there's no doubt that she will be noticed. I just hope that the one who notices her won't be Messi.

Ana's POV

Sitting on my sofa, I was looking out of the window trying to figure out what had got into Marco. He was all cute asking for a kiss, but then, he changed into that no-you-won't- be-Marcel's-model. I answered my phone when I noticed that this time, it's not Marco who calls. "Hi Sofia!" I exclaimed happily. "Ana! Hi!" she said with a giggle and I smiled. I miss her so much. I miss them all. Including Barcelona as a city. "You have your last exam tomorrow, don't you?" she asked. "Yep, why?" I asked. "Well, we passed our exams. You know, the final ones we got here in Barca." she explained. "Congrats." I said. "Thanks. But that's not why I'm calling. We wanna party and party and party!" she exclaimed and I giggled. "And we want you to come." she said and I bit my lip. "An? Are you still alive?" she asked. "Yes, here." I said. "Will you come? I've already checked a few flights from Dortmund and there's one taking off on Friday landing here in Barca at 4 pm." she said. I don't know if I can. I should ask Marco. Wait, what? Have I really thought of asking Marco if I can visit my friends? "And when will I come back, madam?" I asked and heard her giggle. "Well, you don't have to hurry up since it's the end of the school. So...would you mind staying with us til Wednesday?" she asked. Marco has the last Bundesliga match on Saturday. Maybe... I could come. "I don't know." I mumbled. "Oh c'mon! Your boyfriend will survive without you! Please!" she begged and I giggled. "I'll call you this evening, okay?" I asked. "Yes! Okay! I take it as a yes!" she exclaimed and I giggled. I need to talk to Marco.

Marco opened the door and I walked past him. "Annie." he said and stood up in front of me in his living room. I wrapped my arms around my chest protectively afraid of his reaction to my question. "Sofia called me and she invited me to Barcelona." I said quickly and noticed that his facial expression hasn't changed. "And I told her that maybe I'll come, but first, I need to talk to you." I said. "So, what do you say?" I asked worriedly and he scoffed. "What do I say? The last match is on Saturday, you know that, right?" he asked and I nodded lightly. "When would you come back?" he asked and I bit my lip. "Either Wednesday, or Thursday." I said and he scoffed once again. "You know what? Go." he said and I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't want you to photoshoot, yet you'll do it. Would there be any difference in this situation?" he asked sharply. What is the matter with him? "Could you be nicer? I don't like the way you're talking to me." I mumbled and he sighed. "Ana, do what you like." he said. Ouch. "Fine." I said and angrily stormed out. I expected this. I knew he'd get tired of me after some time.

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