Zlatan, The God

8-flashback

*Flashback - 1 week ago*

I heard my phone ringing right next to my head. It's fucking 2 am. Who the fuck is this? I stare at the screen, my eyes slowly focusing on the name appearing. David, that motherfucker.

"(P) The fuck you want" I answered him.

"(P)I can't sleep. We fought." He told me plainly. "I'm sorry to wake you up, it's stupid, don't worry about it" And he hung up. I quickly got up and headed for his door. I knocked, and he opened, surprised. He lpoked miserably tired.

"(P) Flor wha-" I just hugged him. He wrapped his hands around my neck, and just rested his chin on my head. "(P) You're like a teddy bear , best friend" I let go of him.

"(P)Let's change your mood up a bit" I grabbed my phone, and ordered pizza from this shitty 24h pizza place. I connected my phone to his speakers, and played random music very loudly. Good think his appartement is isolated. I started dancing, slowly removing my hoodie as if I would be stripping. I earned a great laughter from him. I grabed his hand and started making him move. I haven't seen his laughing like this before. Must be because he's tired. He started dancing too, and we kept it like this for around 30 minutes, until the delivery man ringed the doorbell.

"(P) Let's watch a movie" I told him, going to his bedroom to grab his huge blanket and a couple of pillows from his bed.

"(P) which movie?"

"(P) you chose" He grinned at me as I said that. He actually scared me. What is he planning?

I got under the blanket, grabbing a slice of pizza, admiring his muscular back as he bent down

"(P) Davi, you have a nice back"

"(P) A nice back? Wow, how nice, I'm flattered" He sarcastically anwered me, keeping working on finding a movie. Once he was done, he switched the lights off and got next to me with a pizza slice in his hand. Oh no.

"(P) A horror movie, Davi? You know i hate horror movies"

"(P) I know"

"(P) I'll be scared"

"(P) You won't be scared, you're with me" I just mubled some swear words and stuck to the side of his body, leaving only my eyes uncovered by the blanket.

That movie was horrible. It has just ended. It has been the worst 2 hours of my life. I haven't moved since the beggining of the movie. He started to get up, but i quickly put my hands around his waist.

"(P) You are not leaving me alone here"

"(P) I'm just gonna grab a glass of water"

"(P) I don't care where you'll be your not leaving me alone"

"(P) Come with me, then" I let go of his waist, but grabbed his bicep. I am terrified right now. He has mirrors everywhere in this place, how the hell can I not be scared? I followed his to the kitchen, and he drank his glass of water under the only spotlight of the kitchen. He looked so broken and exhausted, again. There were huge bags under his eyes, and he just leaned on the border or the sink, his back hunched. I walked under his arm, and placed my back on the sink, looking at him. Poor kid. His eyes were watery. I gently placed my hands on his cheeks, lining those bags that destroy his pretty face. That's when he broke down crying. Oh my god. My hand quickly hid in his hair, the other one wrapping his shoulders. He dipped his head in the crook of my neck, clasping at the back of my shirt .

"(P) She'll break up with me, won't she? She says I don't spend enough time with her" He said, between sobs. I started rubbing his back. He needs someone to listen to him. "I try, I actually try, I love her so much. So damn much, Flor" I took him back to the sofa, layed him down and layed completely on top of him, my head on his chest. I knew my weight didn't bother him, holding my weight isn't a first for him. His hands rested on my back. This is the most comforting hug position I know of. He kept on crying.

"(P) She won't leave you, David. You're perfect together. She loved you, it's gonna be alright, don't worry" It was the only think I found to say to him. He started breathing heavily, calming himself down, as I slowly rubed the side of his chest. His breath started to regulate itself. He fell asleep. I then realized I ws holding my breath. I never dealt with David crying before, it was all new to me. I don't think he does this often. He looked completely panicked himself. It was 6 in the morning. The sun was starting to rise. I slowly drifted away.

I was woken up by someone stroking my hair.

"(P) Good morning, Flor" I was still wraped around him, but we were now on our sides. He moved sideways until his head was on my chest. "(P) Thank you. Thank you, thank you so much. You don't even know how much it means to me". I played with his curls.

"(P) Hey, that's what friends are for" I smiled at the little boy who's hands were wraped around my back. "(P) You want to eat something? You look much better than yesterday"

"(P) Yeah." I got up and started cooking something, as he tried helping me scramble eggs. It was a mess, and he noticed me laughing at his actions

"(P) you know, I have cooks that cook for me every week"

"(P) Okay, mister celebrity" we kept on rambling, and we ate, and we soon parted ways, as he had training and I had a present to prepare.