Game On || C.L.16

3.6

Beep beep beep.

I sigh deeply turning around in the comfortable bed I was laying in, snuggling into the side of my boyfriend. Charles. My boyfriend. It still sounds weird if I'm being completely honest. I want so badly to stay here in this moment, however the blaring sound of my alarm makes me realise that I really can't.

"Good morning." Charles mumbles as I turn off the alarm clock.

"Morning." I mumble pressing a quick kiss on his lips, before rolling out of bed. I grab my PSG training wear out of my suitcase and hurry into the bathroom. I know I'll be going straight into training when I get to Paris. Sparing myself some time, I get dressed into my club's clothing. I tie my hair in a ponytail, brush my teeth and walk back into the room.

"Do you really need to leave already?" Charles asks, his voice a bit raspy, as he leans on his arms, his bare chest exposed.

"I told you, I've got training to attend." I shove my belongings into the carry-on. Putting the things I'd like to use during the flight in a small bag, easy to reach when I need them.

"Hmmm, this was definitely the best night's sleep I've had in a while. When can we do this again?" He says softly, reaching for my head and dragging me back to the bed. I let myself sit down next to him, placing another small kiss on his lips.

"I don't know. I'm hopeful I've got national team duties the beginning of March. Champions League against Wolfsburg later that month. And you start travelling too. It might be a whole lot of long distance." I explain sighing deeply. I don't like to admit it, but it was probably one of the main reasons that Arthur and I didn't work. I am absolutely frightened that it could happen again.

"That sounds so far away." The disappointment audible in Charles's voice.

"Well, if I don't get selected for the National Team I might be able to make it to Bahrain." I say smiling sadly. It's very two-sided. I want to be a part of the National Team, yet I'd love to be there to support Charles in the first race of the season. And I know Pierre would love it too, if I were to be there.

"Hey, that's not fair of you to think. And don't go thinking I don't know what's going on in your head. It's completely fine if you choose your career over seeing me in real life. I would too, and those moments will happen more often. We'll find a way to make time for each other." Charles says. "And I'll call you next week on Friday, when the squad is being announced. We can watch find out together."

I smile at him, his genuine interest in my career being heartwarming. "Thanks, I'd really like that." I zip up my carry-on, realising that I can't really stay much longer. "I've got to go now."

"I'll drive you." Charles says already throwing a shirt over his head and putting his shorts on.

"You can, if we can stay under the radar as much." I tell him. "Although I don't think it's possible. People are assuming things because we went on that date with Carlos and Isa." I show Charles the article I was send by the PSG media department.

"Why can't they just leave me alone." Charles mutters. "I'll drive you, but we'll have to talk about this, because I'm getting sick of it. And I really don't want to hide you."

"You have to talk to Arthur first. Make up, or at least be civil with each other. He deserves to hear we're a couple from us. Not from some gossip website." I tell him, before the two of us make our way to the car.

The drive to the airport was fairly quick and easy. The two of us making a lot of small talk and trying to figure out when we'd be seeing each other next. However we never really managed to find a date or moment, because both of our schedules are extremely packed.