Just another cliche love story || football one shots

Can't remember to forget you. - Adnan Januzaj

I left a note on my bedpost
Said not to repeat yesterday's mistakes

'Oh god. Oh nonono. Damn it. What am I thinking?' Stella thought desesperately.

Right straight to her was the one and only Adnan Januzaj.

She couldn't believe to see him again after eight months, since they broke up their relationship.

Well... if that could be called 'relationship'

What I tend to do when it comes to you
I see only the good, selective memory

It was nice to re-think over and over again every plan they had thought in their year as lovers. 

But not now.

No when they were in a disco.

No when he is a famous footballer.

No when she is still in love with him.

The way he makes me feel yeah, gotta hold on me
I've never met someone so different

Suddenly, her eyes were caught by his, and without any doubt, Adnan walked to where she was standing.

She wasn't able to stop looking at him. His hair, his nose, his eyes, his smile.

How could not stare at him for a century after not seeing him for so long?

'Stella! How are you doing?' he asked, giving her a little kiss in the cheek.  

'Hi! Ok, I think. And you?' she answered pretending indeference. 

'Oh good. Hey I'm really surprised to see you here, I thought you didn't like this kind of places'

'I didn't' said to herself Stella 'Until we ended everything and I had to look for ways to not get depresed' 

'Do you want a drink?' he asked innoncentely. 

Althought she knew she mustn't drink, at that point she needed one -at least-.

'Yeah' 

Oh here we go
He a part of me now, he a part of me
So where you go I follow, follow, follow

Daikiris, caipiroskas and even martinis started to fullfilled the night. When you have a rich professional footballer by your side, the drinks and their price are not a problem. 

Stella kept on dancing,with every drink more loosely and closer to Adnan, who watched her steadily. Obviously he had something in mind and even thought Stella wasn't in normal conditions, she was able to be on alert. 

'You've changed a lot' Adnan whispered to her in her ear. 

'You think?' she asked. 

'Yeah, look at you. One year ago you didn't even taste one liter of alcohol.'

'Is that a change for you?' Stella asked once more, this time with a little bit of bitterness in her words. 

'Well... yes, I mean, you know...'

'That is called self-pity, my friend. And all because of you' Clearly, alcohol had gotten to its sincerity extreme. 

'Wow wow, calm down. I think you have to stop drinking this so' he answered as he took away the glass in her hands. 

'Whatever' she exclaimed. She knew it was time for her to leave. 

'No, wait!' he shouted, grabbin her by her arm. 'You can't go in this condition, Stella'

'Anywhere is better if you are far from it' 

'Hey, wait, why are you so mad? 

'Why? I think you know why'. 

'The break up? Really? We agreed to break up, it was a desicion we both took' He said firmly.

Stella looked at him, knowing that she had run out of words. 

'That doesn't mean I stopped loving you' he added so agressively that barely it could be seen the sweetness of his words. 

Oh,oh,oh,oh  
I can't remember to forget you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I keep forgetting I should let you go
But when you look at me the only memory, is us kissing in the moonlight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I can't remember to forget you

And saying this, among the drinks, the loud music and the sewwty bodies around them, Stella couldn't fight the feeling anymore.

She grabbed him by his neck with strengh and gave him a rough kiss in the lips, being that kind of kisses that hide anger mixed with love, and hide affection behind hunger. 

Adnan didn't doubt it neither. He threw his arms around her waist and held her closer to him. He had to admit internally that he had been waiting for that kiss since he saw him at the beggining of the night. 

Suddenly, they found each other in Stella's living room, running away from the cameras and the inquisitive journalists. Anyways, the kissing never found its ending. 

I go back again, fall off the train
Land in his bed, repeat yesterday's mistakes
What I'm trying to say is not to forget
You see only the good, selective memory

The bed was near, empty of blame and resentment. Beyond the impulse, there was a tiny spark between them that was still alive, wishing to bring that old moments back to their present. 

The way he makes me feel like, the way he makes me feel
I never seemed to act so stupid

In a way, the felt as they were siexteen years old kids, meeting the world and its pleasures. Yes, they loved  each other, it was certain, it was reciprocal. It was true. 

I rob and I kill to keep him with me
I do anything for that boy
I'd give my last dime to hold him tonight
I do anything for that boy

The night happened faster than they could imagine. It had been something beyond alcohol madness. It had been an understanding, a negotiation where they both had shown their real self, their real feelings, their real heart.

Without any talking, they settled a reality down and explain the pros and contras of a new beggining. The had everything in consideration. The work, the fame, the collage, the family, the privacity. Everything. 

Oh,oh,oh,oh
I can't remember to forget you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I keep forgetting I should let you go
But when you look at me the only memory, is us kissing in the moonlight
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I can't remember to forget you

That morning, she woke up with a terrible headache, a beautiful memory and a empty space next to her in the bed. They had signed a contract where they had decided to leave the anger behind, but not without leaving the childish purposes too. 

It seemed as they were allowed by the other to remember how to forget.