Game On || C.L.16

4.7

"Are you sure that is a possibility Charlene?" I ask my manager, as I'm sipping on some tea on Charles' balcony.

"Yes, I am very sure. Barcelona are willing to pay a big sum of money for you. So is Juventus by the way. You're a very popular person right now." She confirms, a small sigh of relieve leaving my lips. It's been one of the major topics of me and Charles while here in Monaco. After coming home from the dinner at his mother's house, I had told him that I needed a fresh start. Away from Paris mainly. In a place where people won't necessarily judge me for what has happened before.

"What's been on your mind? I can tell there's something. If you don't want to share it's okay. Just know I'm here for you."  Charles said as I laid down in his bed beside him.

"I think I can tell you." I say, laying my head on his chest, as he wraps his arms around me. "I've been thinking of putting in a transfer request with PSG. I think it could be good to have a change of scenery."

"But it's difficult because you've played for them for so long?" He asks drawing circles with his hands.

"It is. And then there is the uncertainty of playing time. I need to play a lot, and when switching clubs that becomes even more uncertain." I admit, I'm comfortable with my situation now. But I know I have to prove myself every day. I have to prove myself to everyone and show them I'm worthy of that starting spot. A spot I don't know I'll get back after this episode.

"That's very understandable, but if you feel like that's what you need right now, then you need to do that. I'll support you no matter what." Charles kisses my head softly. "Have you given any thought to what teams you'd like to play for? I mean PSG is already pretty high up there, and I can understand it you don't want to play for just any club."

I smile softly at his question, his voice sounding genuinely interested. "I don't know really. I've heard there was some interest over the winter, but told my agent not to talk with anyone. I think Barcelona was amongst them."

"Barcelona huh. That's pretty impressive."

"It is, but I'd be happy with a team like Juventus. Top of the league in Italy, I could play Champions League as well. It's on your way to Maranello. So it'd make spending time with each other easier." I explain to him, a soft smile on his lips at the mention of Maranello and me being closer to them.

"You are doing this for you, right? I mean I'd love being able to spend more time with you, but our careers come first." Concern evident in his voice.

"It's really me. I need to get away from the place that seems to get me relapsing every time. I need to get out of that cycle."

"I'm proud of you." He whispers placing a soft kiss on my lips. "So what's next?"

"I call my agent, Charlene." I say simply, Charlene would know how this works exactly. She's done plenty of transfers in the past.

I ended up calling her the next morning, explaining everything. She'd told me she'd go and inform herself in what clubs would potentially be willing to sign me. If there was interest, she'd put in a transfer request with PSG. But that won't be until I've returned to training next week.

We will need to be careful on what we're doing.

"So what do we do now? You speak to the clubs and I'll be going to the club as normal?" I say looking for confirmation on the plans made earlier.

Charles appears next to me a questioning look on his face. I just quickly nod, hoping it'll confirm to him that what I'd be hoping could be coming true.

"That's exactly what you do Amelie. You go and play your heart out. Make the World Cup and show them what you're worth."

"Thank you Charlene." I hang up the phone moving my attention to my boyfriend.

"I'm guessing by the smile in your face that was good news?" He asks, handing me breakfast. I'd been eating better, Charles wasn't really pushing and it was coming more naturally again. It gave me some peace in my mind as well. It was just one less thing to worry about.

"It is. But we've got to keep it quiet for now. The request hasn't even been put in with PSG. "

"No matter what, I'm so incredibly proud of you." He kisses my lips, his hands cupping my cheeks deepening the kiss.

I let our lips move together, tongues fighting over dominance, while our hands roam around each others bodies. I've been craving Charles, but I know this isn't the time to go all the way. And so does Charles, while I want to go further I can tell him stopping us.

I feel disappointed at myself, knowing I'm not ready to give into him fully. I trust him, it's me, my mind, that I do not trust. Not at all. I'm scared that having sex might be another trigger and make me relapse. And so we stop, leaving me standing there in his arms.

"Are you ready to fly back to Paris tonight?" Charles wonders as we sit on the seats on his balcony again.

"Not really, although I'm excited to be playing football again."

"That's good." Charles is still fumbling with the bracelets on his wrists.

"What's on your mind?"

"We'll I still got about a week and a half before I fly to Baku." One of the bracelets snaps as he's twisting them making me nervous in the process. "Shit. I'll pick that up later. But I was wondering if you were okay with me coming to Paris with you. I mean I have to go to Maranello tomorrow and on Tuesday, but I could fly to Paris instead of Monaco after that."

"You're coming to check up on me?" I wonder, a cheeky smile on my face.

"No. Oh hell no, I trust you." He says immediately. "I just - I would love to spend some extra time with you. I don't know when we'll be able to do that again."

"Calm down Charles, I was just messing with you. I'd love it if you come with me."

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Here's a very short chapter, but I wanted to bless you with it because today is my Birthday 🎈