𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞?

𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧

I opened my eyes and saw the sun shining through the curtains. I looked around and saw that Kylian was already awake. He was staring at me like he just won another world cup.

"What?" I chuckled as I looked at him.

"Nothing. You just look beautiful. I can't say that?"  He questioned me.

"No, you can always say that." I quickly pecked him on the lips as I got up to stretch.

"Since you have a day off today. why don't you come to training?" He asked.

"I'll think about it." I hummed as I was about to leave the room.

"Oh, I'll give you something to think about." He muttered as I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned my whole body to look at him.

"You know what, I'm not gonna say anything." I smiled and went to head out the room.

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We were both driving to practice as I flipped my blinker on to go to the stadium. Kylian was in the passenger seat singing out loud to this one song he kept listening to on repeat. He was driving me crazy with this song.

The moment I turned to enter the stadium, I saw fans and paparazzi waiting. I was kind of getting anxious but stopped near this one fan who was about to get ran over my car. He literally jumped in front of my car to make me stop. This is ridiculous.

I rolled down mine and Kylian's window as fans started running over to us with their paper and pen.

"Salut! Puis-je avoir votre autographe ?" (Hi! Can I get your autograph?) This teen girl smiled at me as she offered me her marker and a magazine of me.

"Bien sûr!" I smiled at her while I took the magazine and marker away from her. I quickly signed the magazine and gave it back to her as she was almost about to have a mental break down.

"Oh mon Dieu! Merci beaucoup. Tu ne sais pas ce que cela signifie pour moi. Tu es mon idole depuis longtemps." (Oh my god! Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me. You've been my idol for a long time.) She says as she wipes her tears gently.

"Merci beaucoup! C'est vraiment gentil de ta part." (Thank you so much! That is really sweet of you.) I offered her a tissue from the car.

"Merci bonne journée!" (Thank you, have a good day!) She sniffled as I also wished her a good day. 

I signed a few more paper, magazine, shirt, shoes, and pictures until me and Kylian finally decided to park into the parking lot. That was a lot of work but I was also happy with all the compliments I got. My fans always managed to make me happy no matter what I was going through. I was so happy for them.

I parked my car into an empty parking space and got out as I turned off the engine. 

"So, where should I sit?" I questioned Kylian as I just followed him. I had no idea where I was at.

"Just sit on one of the bleachers. No big deal." He shrugged as he held my hand and led me to the actual stadium. 

The moment I entered, the whole atmosphere changed. Players were laughing, training, and concentrating. It was so interesting. I was getting deja vu as I remembered the times I used to play with João and José. I didn't have any interest in soccer until João started playing. I went to his games a couple of times and played with him for hobby. It was a very good time. I would do ANYTHING to go back.

I picked a random chair to sit in and got comfortable. I was scrolling on my phone until I hears the football balls getting kicked. I turned off my phone and looked up to see they were doing penalty drills. Kylian was next.

He shot the ball into the bottom right corner. It was fast and quick as the ball immediately hit the back of the goal. I clapped and cheered for him a bit as I saw he smiled at me. 

A couple of hours past as it was lunch time. I went back on the pitch and saw Kylian running to me.

"Hey amour. I was amazing right?" He immediately asked me as he hugged me with sweat over him.

"Yeah, you were good I guess." I hugged him back. I knew I had to get used to him hugging me with his sweaty body.

"We can go get food?" He asked me as he pointed to everybody leaving the pitch.

"That will be great." I smiled as he quickly led me to the lunch room.

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The moment I entered, I saw people get their lunch from the chefs. The food looked delicious. There were pasta, salad, chicken, and this amazing looking pastry. I was ready to gobble this up.

"Can you order for me?" I asked Kylian as he nodded.

"Sure, what do you want?" He asked me.

"A bit of pasta and lots of salad with a chicken on top. Give me that little pastry too." I asked him.

"Alright." He mumbled as he went ahead and got both of our orders.

I turned around to face everyone as I tried finding a spot to sit at. It was kind of scary being in a room full of men who I barely knew but, at least Kylian was with me.

I kept looking and looking until I saw Neymar waving for me to come sit with him. He was already sitting with Messi and one more guy I couldn't quite recognized. Guess were gonna expand my fried list today.

I walked over to the table and sat myself down as Neymar immediately greeted me.

"Hey Joana! How are you doing?" He asked me as I smiled at him.

"Hey, I'm doing good. What about you?" I asked him as he also responded good.

"This is Hakimi, one of my friends." He introduced the mysterious guy I was wondering about.

"Nice to meet you." He said as I replied back. 

We were all talking and having a wonderful time until they had to go back to practice.

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Me and Kylian finally got into the car after a long day of practice. I know I haven't done anything but I was dreading to go lay in my bed. 

I started the car and got out of the parking lot to go home.

"Merci d'être venu pratiquer aujourd'hui. C'était amusant de vous avoir." (Thank you for coming to practice today. It was fun to have you.) Kylian smiled as I smiled back in reply.

"Bien sûr, c'était amusant de vous regarder." (Of course, it was fun to watch you)

"Es-tu occupé demain?" (Are you busy tomorrow?) He asked me.

"Non pourquoi?" (No, why?) I replied.

"Ma famille veut te rencontrer." (My family wants to meet you.)

Oh god, I was dreading for this day to come but right now? This soon? I felt like I was about to faint.