Chapter 25

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Lana Dey Rey ~ White Mustang
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I wake up in the guest room for the third day in a row. Kylian begged me to sleep in our bed last night, but I couldn't bring myself to. Not in the midst of this messy situation we are in. The situation with his ex, Rose, being pregnant with his child and the uncertainty of his football career with Real Madrid is leaving me feeling unsettled.

I grab my phone from the nightstand and reply to Kayle's message from last night.I don't have the little hope l had.

It's okay Kayle.Let me know when you are back in Paris .

I head to our bedroom to shower. As I walk in, I see Kylian lounging on the couch, engrossed in a football match on the TV. I say a quick "Good Morning" as I spread up the bed he slept on.

Afterwards, l walk into the shower.

I'm all spiffy and dressed. I return to the bedroom ,plop myself silently beside him, and watch the game with him in silence. It's Liverpool playing against Arsenal, and the match is almost over with Arsenal in the lead.

It bothers me that Kylian seems unbothered by everything else going on ,what's with this nonchalant attitude?We just found out that his ex, Rose, is pregnant with his child, and he's here acting like nothing is wrong. The President of Real Madrid emailed us about a possibility of not signing him.But he sitting here unfazed , watching a game like nothing's wrong.

I hear him grunting as his favorite team, Liverpool, lose the game.l glance at him and notice his eyes reddish.

I jestingly ask him, "Are you seriously shedding tears over that? "

He swiftly denies it, but I can't help but burst into a laughter. He is a football player and yet has a soft spot for football-induce emotions.

I take a closer look, I realize the tears are genuine. Its not about Liverpool losing anymore."What got you so worked up, Kylian?"

His response?Utter silence. No words, just silence.Worriedly , I reach out to gently wipe away the tiny teardrops from his cheek. "Why are you crying... for real?" I ask him.

Still, he remains tight-lipped.

"I'm just... afraid,"He finally says lowly.

"Afraid of what Kylian?"

With a shaky breath, he begins to speak, his words punctuated by sobs. "Two years ago... you left...and ..I ...thought... I had ...lost you forever...with everything happening now..l'm afraid...you'll leave me.The thought of you leaving me again terrifies me...I can't bear to lose you Pia."

He buries his face in my shoulder. "Please,tell me..you will never ever leave me again."His grip tightenes around me.

"Pia I can't handle losing you again. It feels like my whole world crumbles every time the fear grips me."His voice cracks as he pleads, telling me how much he don't want to lose me.

I glare at him , l watch as his eyes fills with tears .The emotions coursing through him now are raw and unfiltered.The vulnerability side of him that he doesn't show to anyone.He is here shedding tears because he's afraid to lose me.

"I don't ever want to leave you."The words freely slips out of my mouth.I can feel his body relax as l say those words.

He cups my cheeks with his shaking hands. I stare into his eyes and tears well in my eyes.He looks so soft.In this moment all the anger melts away.

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