Kylian Mbappé Oneshots

Childhood Friend

Y/N POV:

 Kylian and I have been friends since we were 5, our parents knew each other through football as both of our dads have been coaches all of their lives. My dad would often bring me with him to the field and try to get my interest in the sport, but after trying out and not succeeding I tried basketball in my school which went pretty well for me. Even though I never got to play football with Kylian we got along very well when just playing and hanging out with one another.

As our friendship went on we had to go separate ways as Kylian joined a football club in Monaco when he was 16, leaving us to see each other only during summers. When I hit 20 I moved to Paris for my modeling career, getting a chance to see Kylian much more often as I would sometimes come to his PSG home games, and we would see each other at different events, for me it was for a job and for him PR. We even agreed to spend time together at least once a week, going to the movies or hanging out at one another's house. Which was great despite a slight issue,  Alicia, his girlfriend. They have been together for about 3 months now and she always got jealous of our friendship. Whenever we would spend time together she would always blow up Kylian's phone with texts or phone calls because she "missed" him. They didn't leave together yet so it was easier for us to hang out at his penthouse as well. 

This Saturday we were at my house watching a movie when she started texting him and calling him, I saw how Kylian's face got tighter by the minute as he didn't like clingy people, so didn't I so our friendship worked very well. I look over at him and see him frowning as he stares at his phone screen. "Kylian, quel est le problème ?"(Kylian, what's the problem?) I was trying really hard to understand what he was feeling. "Je crois que je ne l'aime plus. Elle est toujours trés collante et irrespectueuse envers notre amitié," (I don't think I like her anymore, she is always so clingy and disrespectful towards our friendship), He finally explains, letting out a heavy sigh. I look at him as he sits there not knowing what to do next. "Tu sais, un jour tu trouveras quelqu'un qui t'aimera pour toi, peut-être que ce n'est pas elle mais quand même,"(You know, someday you will find someone who will love you for you, maybe it's not her but still) I tell him trying to reassure him that she won't be his last. He looks at me with eyes that are deep in thought, "Je sais, mais c'est dur quand toutes ces femmes ne me voient qu'en Mbappé et veulent mon portefeuille,"(I know but it's hard when all these women only see me as Mbappé and want my wallet) he opens up and I look away for a moment trying to think of what else to say. I wanted to help him as I saw how desperate he was, many fans even started thinking that he needs a partner who will support him on and off the field. Which I thought was true, he always bottled up his feelings and rarely opened up. When I shake the thoughts off I look back at Kylian who was trying to call someone, when the person on the other end answered he spoke, "Nous sommes finis,"(we are over) he says, immediately hanging up and turning his phone off, turning his attention to me. "Un snack?"(a snack?) I ask trying to break the awkwardness of the situation, "Oui, allons-y,"(yes, let's go) He gets up and offers me his hand to help me get up. Everytime our hands would touch I felt like electricity was going through my entire body, I couldn't help it. 

We walk over to the kitchen and I sit down on the counter top, while Kylian walks over to the fridge and scans what I had to offer. Eventually he pulled out a box of fresh strawberries, then walked over to the sink and quickly rinsed them, walking over to where I was seated leaning on the counter next to me. "Ça va?"(are you alright?) I ask breaking the comfortable silence, "Oui, je me sens bien,"(yea, I feel great) He responds chuckling slightly, taking another bite of his strawberry. "Aimes-tu quelqu'un?"(do you like someone?) he asks all of a sudden, making me look at him in confusion. "Pourquoi demandes-tu?"(why do you ask?) I say trying to understand his intentions. "Je ne sais pas, je pense que tu sais tout sur ma vie amoureuse, mais je ne sais même pas si tu t'intéresses à quelqu'un,"(I don't know, I think you know all about my love life, but I don't even know if you're interested in anyone) he shrugs his shoulders still looking at my facial expression. "Il y a un gars, mais ça n'a pas vraiment d'importance,"(there's a guy, but it doesn't matter) I say trying to stop this conversation. I have thought of telling Kylian about my feelings but I always was picturing our friendship breaking because of the unmutual feeling. "Décrivez lui,"(describe him) he responds ignoring my attempt of trying to not speak about this any further. I sigh but try to give him a broad description, "Euh, il est grand, athlétique et drôle..."(Uh, he's tall, athletic, and funny..) I answer him and look in another direction not wanting to see his reaction. "Il a l'air génial,"(he seems great) says Kylian making me turn my head towards him, as he closes the box with strawberries and walks over to the fridge. When he came back to the spot where he was standing earlier he says, "Téléphoner lui"(call him) he says like it was no big deal while looking into my eyes. I shake my head and frown my eyebrows, looking at him like he was crazy. "Si tu l'aimes, dis-lui, tu es drôle et jolie,"(if you like him, tell him, you are funny and pretty) He says still not looking away, I look down and think for a moment, maybe this is truly my chance. "Tu sais que je suis conscient que tu ne parles pas aux mecs?"(you know i'm aware that you don't talk to guys?) he asks clearly trying to prevent himself from laughing, as I look at him not quite catching what he is trying to say. "Je t'aime aussi,"(I like you too) he finally says, making something in my ears ring as I stare at him not processing what he just said, "Es-tu sérieux?"(are you serious?) I ask as a double check, still not believing what he just told me. He silently moves closer to me and pulls me into a hug as I still sit on the counter, "Pour combien de temps?"(for how long?) he mumbles into my shoulder as his arms are still wrapped around me, I pull away slightly and look into his beautiful brown eyes that never failed to take my breath away, "Depuis que j'ai 10 ans,"(since I was 10) I say starting to blush, making him smile as looked at my face taking in every feature of it. "Oui.. moi aussi,"(yea.. me too) After a second of silence of us just taking in the moment he leaned in and connected our lips together. 

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My first story for this book! Excited to see what you guys have to say.

-Sasha