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You didn't even remember cancelling the cab to get inside Michael's car instead. When did that happen? He willingly sat beside you in the back seat.

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“fine I will.. but does it seriously only have to be the next two weeks?”

“..we'll see.”

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He kept his hand on your thigh, softly massaging and caressing it as he pressed is face against the palm of his other hand and looked out the window of the car.

You looked out the other window and stared down the streets floating by. You wanted to say something but didn't want the driver to hear you, so you just kept your mouth shut.

Was it mentioned that you also didn't know when you agreed to go to where he would be staying instead of going to where you needed to go? Heck maybe this is where you needed to go all along.

You stared up the tall hotel building, finally deciding to follow him in. He checked into his room, and took you with him.

After settling down in the room he sat down on the bed, leaning against the headboard, his legs stretched out. He patted the space beside him, signalling for you to join him.

You hesitantly got into bed next to him, but he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, burying your face in his neck. He placed his chin on top of your head, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Tell me everything you've been through this past year. It must have sucked. Having nobody.. I've experienced that. And that's the last thing I want you to experience."

"..really? And you'll just listen to me?"

"Isn't that my job? It's also the bare minimum."

Man Germans really did have high standards huh?

You started off slow about all your troubles, but then lost restraint and went on rambling about everything, with the occasional shedding of tears along the way. You never once thought the day would come where you could have a boyfriend who would just sit there and listen quietly as you went on and on about, well, god knows what.

He just hummed when you were done and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

"That.. sucks. I don't know what to say. I also wish I could do this even in blue lock."

Fuck. Don't talk about blue lock. It was a sore spot. You didn't even know how to tell him you were leaving. How you chose to ran away, and how you felt like a coward for it.

"..y/n. Look at me..", he lifted his chin off your head, allowing for you to look at him.

"Yeah..?"

"You're not the only one waiting. I wanna be with you too."

"Yeah but you chose football.", you said as you let out a bitter laugh.

"..don't be like that. It's probably just another.. well.. year.", his voice became quiet at the end. He knew the depth of what he was saying and didn't want to escalate the situation.

"..exactly. a year. You must be a different kind of insane to seriously believe that a year is not a lot."

He just looked away, not wanting to see you.

"Its your turn to look at me Michael.", you said assertively. He turned back to you.

"You promised me.", he said, thinking you were gonna leave him to bite the dust. Just like everyone else in his life had.