My head hurts and my stomach is growling. For the fifth time this morning my alarms starts ringing and I hit snooze one more time. I just can't get out of the bed, and the mess, my apartment is in right now, isn't helping. Not one person offered to help me clean it last night because everyone got too drunk and I couldn't force myself to do it alone. Now my apartment is stinky and messy and I want to throw up just looking around. After couple of minutes of mindless laying in bed I urge myself to get up and go to the bathroom. As I am about to brush my teeth I notice a pink fabric on the floor unter the sink. Picking it up I realize I am holding Blake's underwear with my bare fingers. My lips part and my toothbrush falls on the floor. I don't believe this. What do I even do with it? Do I throw it away or give it back? Ugh, my whole body cringes. I decide to put it in my dirty laundry basket and try not to think about Kylian doing it on my sink. I continue with my morning routine until someone loudly knocks on my door.
"Hurry up, we are waiting " Neymar complains on the other side of the door. I quickly get dressed and grab my handbag with me. Opening the door I meet a scowl on his face.
"What's up with you?" I ask, locking the door.
"You are late, we've been waiting for 15 minutes" he says avoiding eye contact and walking in front of me.
"Oh no, you poor thing, you have been waiting for such a long time" I say sarcastically, although I'm uncertain if he can handle my teasing right now.
"Shut up" he snaps and takes me by surprise.
"Excuse me?" I have to refrain from laughing.
"Whatever" he mumbles and I speed up to catch up with him, gently grabbing his hand.
"What is up with you?" I ask, now a little concerned. Now that he is standing in front of me, he looks defeated. His eye circles are dark and his beard is starting to show a little. It actually looks really good on him if it wasn't for his tired eyes.
"Are you okay?" I ask again still holding his hand with both my palms.
"Yes, I'm just tired" he says jerking his hand away from me and speeding to the car which is waiting for us in front of the hotel. I slowly walk behind him wondering what might have set him off. When I reach the van I climb in and take a seat across both of them. I notice an empty seat but I've heard the boys saying that Marcos moved out of the hotel couple of days earlier, so that must be the reason why he isn't riding along anymore.
"Morning" I smirk getting ready to tease Kylian a little bit about last night, but when he only mumbles 'morning' back I stay quiet. He lays back in his seat, clearly buried deep in his thoughts. My eyes linger on his face for a second, searching for his eyes but he continues to blankly stare through the window. I slowly turn to Neymar to find him aggressively typing something on his phone looking frustrated. The rest of the ride goes in silence. When we arrive I am the first to walk out and go straight to my office without waiting on them. I'm curious if they're in a foul mood because of something that happened last night at my party or something completely unrelated. As I'm walking down the hall I hear screams and laughter coming from the changing room. I pass it and open the door on the right, letting myself into my office. Not even a minute after, my phone buzzes and I take a look at my screen only to see 'Dad incoming call'. For a second I hesitate to answer, but at last I do it.
"Hi dad" I say.
"Maria, I have some great news" he exclaims. Not in the slightest do I have an idea what it might be, that's how little we communicate.
"Really?"
"Yes, I'm moving to Paris" he says and for a second there I don't say anything. I am taken by surprise a little, knowing there must be an ulterior reason for him to move here.
