The Tortured Poets Department

So High School

Alexia and I stayed together that entire spring. We worked out together when she wasn't rehabbing at the gym.

When she returned to training, I was the proudest one. I was cheering her on and picked her up afterwards. I also cooked dinner for her that night. A big batch of lasagna, vegetarian of course.

It was the day when she would be returning. She had found out yesterday that she would be getting minutes tonight. I was so proud of her.

I made her breakfast, avocado toast with scrambled eggs and chicken. I don't even know why I had that in my fridge, but it came in handy when I was cooking for Alexia.

"It is delicious. I can't believe you know how to cook meat when you haven't eaten that for so long" Alexia exclaimed while laughing. "Intuition" I answered and kissed her softly. I could taste the chicken on her lips, and that was disgusting.

It truly was disgusting, and I hurried away to eat a banana to get the taste away from my mouth. "Did I taste that bad" Alexia laughed. "No, it was the chicken on your tongue" I answered, in the same joking manner as she used. "I'll brush my teeth and then I'll kiss you" Alexia answered. She moved towards me and wrapped her arms around my waist. "You're sweet" I said and turned around. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek while I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

I rested my chin on her shoulder, and she placed hers on top of my head. We stood there for a while, wrapped up in each other, preparing for her game today. I would be going with Alba. She was coming over and then I would be driving us to the game.

"Are you nervous?" I asked and looked up at Alexia. She nodded at me. It was understandable that she was nervous, after being out for almost ten months. "You shouldn't worry. I know you'll be fine" I answered and kissed her cheek. I wanted her to know that I trusted her. That I believed in her ability on the pitch.

"You're my favourite. I love you" Alexia said and kissed my cheek. I loved how she avoided my lips. The taste of chicken still lingered on her lips, and it was a taste I hated. "I love you too. And you are my favourite" I answered and kissed the corner of her mouth. As close as I could without touching.

Alexia went to brush her teeth and I followed with, sitting on the toilet seat as I watched her. She was only earing a t-shirt, and as she stretched, I could see her underwear. It was a sight for sore eyes.

I probably didn't look as good as Alexia. With a pair of Alexia's shorts from last season and a black tank top.

My toothbrush was next to hers, so I started when she was done. Her hands found their way to my stomach and her head to dropped to my shoulder. I could feel her place kisses all over my shoulder and neck. A shiver ran down my spine.

It was distracting to have her here with me, but I would never complain when I had her next to me. I finished brushing my teeth and spun around to face her. Kissing her. It wasn't passionate. It was reassuring. I reassured her that I would be here, even if everything didn't go her way. I was her girlfriend, and I loved her. The way I loved her was something you only found once in 20 lifetimes.

I hurried her up after that and watched as she put on an extremely coordinated outfit. I helped of course. After that I brushed her hair and put it up in a ponytail, making sure all my touches lingered on her skin. I could feel the goosebumps under my fingers. She reacted to my touch in ways I loved. I loved her. It was as easy as that.

When she left, I was alone in my house. Or it was almost our house. Alexia stayed her almost every night. Her flat in the city empty and untouched.

Since I came with her to the Ballon D'or, people assumed we were in a relationship. They weren't wrong and it was nice to not have to make such a public announcement. Alexia and I could go out, hold hands and kiss. People loved us together and they went crazy every time we were seen with each other. There were homophobic people too, there always were, but I didn't care about them. I had Alexia and that was enough.