~fußball oneshots~

weep little lion man (jamal x flo) english°

Jamal's phone vibrates in his pocket. He was sat on the player-bus. Joshua Kimmich next to him. Jamal pressed himself against the window. He appreciates his company but he's too close. He only wants to be close to a certain blond right now.

Jamal pulled out his phone. It was Florian. The match against PSG had just ended. His eyes hurt. Tears had been pouring since the whistle. He hates the away game rule. Jamal felt so robbed of a chance. He sighs clicking on the message. He can't wait to get to the airport. They were nice enough to get them flight home to same day. Well Berlin. But it was in Germany. Where he lived. Not France.

Flo°

When are you arriving? I'm in the car already.

Florian recently got an apartment in a city over. So he could get to Berlin in approximately three hours. Jamal said it was fine and he'll just call his mother or something to pick him up, not sure how'd that work she lives 5 hours away from Berlin. He wasn't expecting to go home this early. He was sure that was going to be playing in the finale. It was eleven at night. They will arrive at the airport at possibly eleven-thirty. The plane leaves at around twelve. So he'll be there at around two.

He texted him back quickly. With an earlier time, Flo had a habit of being late.

( You ) jam

1:45. drive safe. I need you to be whole.

Florian only had his drivers license for about 2 months. He could also drive pretty recklessly. Jamal wasn't a huge fan of that.

He threw his head back. Looking at the city lights outside. "Wirtz picking you up?" Joshua spoke calmly. That calm he tried hard to remain after match to no avail.

"Yeah, why?" Jamal his voice was tiny and raspy. It was the first time he talked in hours. "Just want you to be home safe" He sighed, "Don't worry" Jamal traces the stitching of his pants. "I won't then" he shrugs. Jamal grabs his airpods. He decided listen to Little lion man, a song he likes and kind of fits to the situation he was in.

The plane flight to Berlin was silent. But some found to power to talk again. Slowly recovering from the loss. Jamal knows he won't recover for probably a week. He doesn't have anything to look forward to at home now. Euro's seemed too far away.

Some of his teammates tried to go to sleep, he couldn't. His eyes were wide open. No distraction helped. He decided to just look out the window the whole 2 hours. To just think. He needed Flo to be able to sleep.

With only 15 minutes of his flight left. Jamal took a break from looking at the sky outside and unlocked his phone.

Flo°

Im parked, what gate are you arriving at?

( you ) jam

4U. 10 minutes.

He shut his phone off again. He kept getting other messages. Telling him how good they played and that it was unfair or whatever. It's not like he could've done more. He was subbed in the last 15 minutes. He tried. But couldn't.

"Jam" Alphonso tapped him. "You gonna be alright?"

"Hm, Maybe. I'll probably cry my eyes out as soon as I see Flo" He huffed. Alphonso had a dry laugh. "I can picture that"

The plane started landing. The wheels hit the round, they ran on the runway till they came to a full stop. Jamal stood up and got his suitcase.

Cold air hit him. The city of Berlin welcomed him. He walked to the gate entrance. Seeing Florian sitting on one of the chairs at the gate. Doors swung open for him. The inside of the airport was warm and oddly quiet.