DESTINY | Kylian Mbappè

Chapter 18

Day 3 before the Madrid Trip.

Only few days remains ,l've never been excited for a trip like this before.Every waking moment is consumed with the thoughts of Madrid.

Beside  Madrid there are other things that l'm excited for like Marie's birthday tomorrow.She is throwing a big party at her apartment.

Today l woke up early ,early as in before Kylian.I have to prepare for tomorrow's party ,get my hair done and get Marie's birthday gift.l have spent approximately four hours thinking and looking up to what to buy  for her birthday gift.

Well,it took me that long because ,we haven't been friends for the past two years a lot can change and as to what she likes.I ended up buying her a Chanel necklace ,hope she will like it.

l'm now in a hair studio scrolling on Pinterest searching for a hairstyle.Then there is this struggle of searching for a  hairstyle to plait.It's a real struggle.

Kylian POV

As a professional footballer, I find myself constantly faced with a dilemma when it comes to attending parties and events . People might assume that the life of a footballer is filled with lavish and extravagant events, the reality is quite different for some of us.

I despise parties just like Pia.The loud music, the crowded spaces, and the superficial conversations simply do not resonate with me. However, as a public figure, I understand the importance of attending these events. It is part of fulfilling my duty as a professional footballer to engage with fans, sponsors, and the media.l guess l don't have much of choice anyway.

I would rather spend the night with Pia or my family than being at party nor event.
The buzzing lights of Paris illuminate as I step out of my sleek SUV black car, keeping a low profile to avoid attracting too much attention.

Tonight is a special occasion- an extravagant event organized by the Paris Saint-Germain (PSG) , honoring team's achievements from the last season. As l haven't officially signed out, l'm invited to attend .I should've have came with Pia but just like in the past we are still keeping it in private so l brought Tchaga with me instead.

Walking towards the entrance, I couldn't help but notice the throng of supporters waiting eagerly outside the venue.l walk over to a very calm fan and sign a autograph . "Are you going to Madrid??"Some fans nearby yell.l just smile and remain silent.If it's not hearing Pia blabbing about Madrid everyday now it's the fans.

As I make my way into the venue followed by Tchaga behind, the sound of cheerful chatter and lively music fills the air.A Real Madrid shirt is thrown in  front of me.l dodge and remain neutral.Someone's €90 .

The venue is opulent, with decorations, PSG branding, and an air of sophistication. It's buzzing with energy and excitement, creating an infectious atmosphere .

Avoiding talking to other PSG footballers, we head  towards a couch to settle in.My eyes roam around the room ,sadden washes over me.To realise that l'm leaving PSG is something that l'm not ready yet to do.

I've been playing for PSG since 19 and it became not just a football club but family to me.If it was possible, l would renew my contract and play for PSG ,for the rest of my football career ,unfortunately its impossible.

"Take.."Tchaga hands me a glass of wine .l chug down the wine all in once.

"Merci."l thank him.

"How's Pia?"Tchaga ask,trying to initiate a conversation.

"She is all right."l smile. It should be fucking illegal how just a mention of her made my chest swell.

If l wasn't with her l don't even know how l was going to be cope with this transfer distress alone. Sometimes she just offer  listening ear for a 3 minute rant that is pent up in me then we would cuddle the shit out of each other.