A Reporter | Antoine Griezmann

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I woke up on coffee smell, I don't usually drink coffee that much- or caffeine in general, but I do fill my system up from time to time when I feel like I have to.

Same white seeling, same white sheets, same white pillow. I looked up at my head- same drawing - his face was smiling with his full set of teeth showing, his hair looked in a mess, like it is a representation of a picture of him on the playground.

"What a face to admire once you're awake." I heard his voice coming from the opposite direction of the bed, I'd assume he'snon the couch or the sofa.

How did he know that I woke up and he's eyes are not here- did he take his eyeballs and threw them here to have a clear view of me? I mean he's a maniac he could do this.

I shifted in my place looking for him, maybe he's not on the couch? Maybe he's playing with my nerves.

"Stop looking left and right, look up be more creative." He laughed from the other side .

"You're kidding me." I sighted sitting on the bed.

"You have a camera up there?" I said waving on the camera a hi .

I rubbed my eyes, yawned as usual. Then layed my back on the back of the bed under his drawing.

"How are you feeling?" He said tapping on what I'd assume a keyboard.

"Better than yesterday" I replied taking a step out of the bed going to wash my face, "is there an extra toothbrush here?" I said opening the water.

"Inside the drawer" he shouted.

I opened the first one-

"The other one" he said, I looked straight at the camera.

"Stop looking thr my soul and brush your teeth." He said mockingly.

I rolled my eyes putting toothpaste on the brush and started brushing my teeth.

"You better close your eyes." I said before spitting in the sink.

"You-"

"I warned you."

I cleaned the brush then put it back in it's place going to him.

"Aaaaaand- she's out of the screen sight." He said. " Hi" he said smiling tilting his head to the right.

I gave him a look.

"How could you be so relaxed after the media assumed that we hooked up." I looked at him, his smile grew even more.

"Come here' " then he patted next to him on the couch, started to type somethings on the laptop.

"What" I said sitting next to him.

"The fans assumed that we're hooking up, to make things clear to them we'll fake dating." He casually said.

"We came from a hold only to fall into a bigger one. Right Antoine?" I looked at him madly.

"Well I'm not clearing fake info about me for the media, where is your humour ?" He closed the laptop and looked at me.

" Antoine. This only made it worse and you know that." I said pointing at the laptop. " I wamna see what people will think about us."

"Well, got a better idea? Luckily the tape wasn clear so the camera didn't catch it." He said proudly putting his hands behind his head.

The camera wasn't filming the sides of us, if it was filming us by the side, it would've looked like he's kidnapping me- not looked like, they'd know that he kidnapped me.

But it was filming from ahead of us and the bus was hiding the view, it only looked like he was carrying a girl in a flirty way.

"The camera didn't get a clear view of my face, did it?" I said standing up.

"It did get a posture of your body, and knowing that you'll be on screen alot due to your job, you'll get recognised."

"If we try to-"

"Photoshop the video and publish it again so they'll have 2 videos and get lost in which one is the correct one?" He just explained the idea that was in my head.

"Yeah."

"Won't work, they'll still have the original one and recognise you." He stood up putting the laptop on the side.

"Listen, no time to argue now. We have a national match today you gotta show up there for them to know that we're dating." He passed by me into his closet.

"But my friends-"

"You'll fake it to them too, you have to it's in the contract." He opened the closet and took the national team's jersey with his name on the back of it, carrying the number 7.

"Faking it on my friends?" I stood there watching him.

"No" he removed his shirt, I turned my back quickly. " To listen to what you're getting ordered."

"No it's not written in there." I said looking at his laptop.

"Did you read the contract?" He said closing the closet.

"You already know the answer to that!" I said turning my head a little bit to the back but keeping it to the floor.

He came from my back and patted my shoulder giving me a jersey.

"What?-" I said looking at it.

" Wear it" he said and I held it from his hand, and walked to the laptop and sat on the couch again.

"I'm not wearing something yours." I said tossing it on the bed.

He left the couch the second he touched it.

"Look, Angelina- I'm barely containing myself from going and shooting Andrew for letting you be our options and accepting the offer and giving it to you to accept it. It's not a time to argue about piece of clothing wether you like it or not, you'll wear it or pay the damn money and leave." He said looking at my eyes that started to get wattery.

"Okay." I said taking the Jersey from the bed that seemed to come with shorts that I didn't look out for.

I went directly to the bathroom to change. I'm wearing something for him, something that has his cologne on, something that had his name on the back. Like I'm a piece of furniture that he owns.

"Hurry we're leaving they're waiting for us." He said angrily.

I just changed, and put my hair up in a bun. Then went next to him.