Creepin | Kylian Mbappé

Chapter forty-five

(Y/n)'s POV

By the time we left the lingerie shop, it had been nine at night. Now, it's eleven, and we're just entering the elevator. I turned on my phone, "Fuck." The moment I saw message after message from Kylian, I swallowed nervously.

"I miss you. I'm stopping by in an hour."

"Did your phone die?"

"HELLO?"

"Why tf are my messages not going through??"

"Where are you??"

"Please baby text me back, I need to know you're okay."

The messages and missed calls kept coming, starting from hours ago and continuing until the most recent one he sent just five minutes ago. "Damn," Ale, also looking at my phone, said. As soon as the elevator dinged and the doors opened into the hallway leading to our apartment, I hurried out.

"What are the chances he's here?" I asked her, even though I already knew the answer.

She took out the keys to the apartment, "Guess we'll have to find out." As soon as she opened the door, the first thing I saw was Kylian standing in front of the couch, with a tired Pierre sitting down. They both look straight at us, and Kylian, well, he looks pissed.

"Look who decided to come back! While I was over here losing my fucking mind, you two were on a shopping spree. Fucking amazing. Did you buy anything nice?" Kylian sarcastically asked after yelling at us, knowing that one wrong answer could make him go off even more.

I didn't want to answer, but of course, Ale did. "We bought tangas," She held up her bag but awkwardly set it down when she saw that Kylian didn't even glance at her. His eyes were locked on mine, as if he wanted me to respond, not her. "By the way, tangas are thongs in Spanish..." She whispered and said nothing more after.

I swallowed hard.

"I just don't understand," Kylian let out a sarcastic laugh. He paced back and forth before stopping and glaring at me, his eyes filled with anger. "Are you not happy here? Do you want to go home so badly that you're over here doing stupid shit to piss me off? I don't get you, I don't get you at all. I do so much for you, is it not enough? How can you be so fucking careless!" He yelled the last part so angrily that even Pierre flinched.

Kylian has every right to be angry, but the way he's yelling at me is really starting to piss me off. I'm not about to do this in front of Ale and Pierre. I didn't respond, I walked past him, and went straight to my room.

He followed me into my room and closed the door right behind him, "You're just going to ignore me? Act like you didn't have me worried all fucking day?" I set the bag down on my bed and turned to look at him.

"What do you want me to say, Kylian? Even if I explain myself, it's not going to change how angry you are with me right now." I sighed.

"You turned off your fucking phone! There's no excuse for that," He continued yelling.

I shouted back at him, "Holy shit! It's not that serious, Kylian. I'm here, right? That's all that matters." I know I'm in the wrong, but he won't stop yelling at me, so I'm not apologizing right now.

"Use your fucking brain here. You two were gone the entire day, not just a few hours—the whole day. Do you even realize what time it is? It's almost midnight." He didn't stop there, "You could've sent a message letting me know you were okay and I wouldn't be as mad as I am right now."