Zlatan, The God

12-You call me

I woke up with a call from Duck at 8 am, Which obviously had something to do with the company, as his voice was tired and serious. I've been talking to my friends alot since I've been here, always keeping them up with news about the guys or myself.

"Ducky, how's it going?"

"It's all good, but I wanted to talk to you about an idea"

"Yeah, sure, what is it?"

"How about you open up another office down there, in Paris? We have tons of clients wanting to work with us, and many are from Europe. It would be ideal, and it'll work forsure!"

"Okay, yeah, I'll think about it. I was actually thinking about finding myself some more work to do!" We kept on talking about the project for a while, and I was actually really down with it. I didn't need more money, one office already gives me alot, but I'm getting bored here, in this appartment. Opening up something would give me new challenges, which I won't refuse. I kept building up that idea foraround 2 hours. It was 10, Davi usually shows up with breakfast on saturdays, at 10. I heard the door open, and a loud "(P) Good morning!" beaming through my appartment. After a moment, he showed up at my bedroom door with his hair tied, wearing a hoodie and no pants.

"(P) Where did your pants go, Amigo?" I told him, closing my computer andplacing it on my bedside table.

"(P)Where did your shirt go, Amiga?" I was wearing a sports bra, which he obviously noticed

"(P) Fuck you" He sat next to me, pulled the covers over his legs, and kissed my temple. I lazily leaned my head on his shoulder, watching him unpack breakfast he must've ordered, or something. Bagels, fruit salads, orange juice and doughnuts. Perfect! We immediatly attacked food, popping the TV open and watching cartoons, as we usually do on Saturdays.

"(P) Did you get sexy time yesterday?" I asked him, as his face reddened up. He simply nodded, making me laugh. I, of course, dropped the subject and attacked the doughnuts.

"(P) I'm seeing Zlatan this afternoon" His face snaped towards me so fast that he scared me. His look was surprised, almost worried.

"(P) Please watch out with him, Florinha" He gently said, noticing he scared me

"(P) I'm not 10, and I actually like him"

"(P)I don't trust him"

"(P) He's nice, don't worry"

"(P) You tell me if something goes wrong, right? I don't -"

"(P) Of course, Davi"

'(P) You call me any time of the day if something isn't okay, or if he's bothering you or-"

"(P)Davi-"

"(P) or if you don't feel comfortable, or don't feel safe-"

"(P) Dude-"

"(P) I swear if he hurts you any fucking way I'm gonna-" I've never actually seen him angry like this

"(P) Please don't worry"

"(P) I would never forgive myself if he hurts you" He looked so worried, I just stood there letting myself hugged by his arms. He was holding on really hard, his head resting on mine. "(P) You're like my little sister, Flor, and I know how he can be"

"(P) How? Tell me"

"(P) He's impulsive, and violent, and- and angry, and very intenses" He hugged tighter. "I've seen him beat up a guy cause- cause he looked at Helena" Was he? He didn't look like it. I mean, His size and muscles do let out the power he could have in that type of situation, but I wouldn't think he was like that.

"(P)Please dont't worry for me, I'm calling you as soon as I don't feel okay"

"(P)You call me tonight, okay? Like around 10"

"(P) I'm not 10, Davi, calm down"

"(P) Sorry, I-"

"(P) I'll call you, promise" I know how Davi loves his people. When Sara leaves his house, mostly if it's late, she has to call him as soon as she get into her hotel. If not, Davi gets so damn worried for her, and she ends up with 20 missed calls and 50 texts from him. He's protective, and from what I've understood, so is Zlatan. I'm surrounding myself with a guy that's trying to protect me from the other guy, who is already protective. Way to go, Charls. I kept looking at cartoons, Davi falling asleep next to me. Long night for him, wasn't it? I snapped a picture of him and posted it on twitter. I had to turn my account private since I got here, the fans are going crazy. Sara trained me for media. Being footballer entourage isn't as simple, especially for Davi, who's feminine fan base is dominant. I never got recognized on the street, lucky me. I eventually fell asleep too. Saturdays are lazy-day for us. No training, no work, no people, no going out. Sleeping, eating, relaxing, laughing. Last week, for example, we turned his sofa in a huge bed, bringing all the pillows and blankets he and I owned to his living room. He slept so much, that day. We watched about 5 movies, both of us refusing to get up. We even had the delivery man bring us our food all the way on the sofa. We woke up at 3, from his phone vibrating. What a productive day, so far.

"(P) Your bed is the comfiest in the world" He told me, before answering. "(P)Hi, mom" "(P)I'm with my friend Charlie, I told you about her" "(P)Sara's okay" "(P)Yeah" "(P)Next week" "(P)Yeah" "(P) Yeah, I washed my clothes" "(P) Yes, I cleaned up, MOM I'M 28" "(P)yeah" "(P)Okay thanks" "(P)Me too, bye" as soon as he put the phone down, I cracked up laughing

"(P)HAHAHAHAHAH-MOMMA'S BOOOOOY-AHHAAHHAHA" he just ignored me and pulled himself under the covers completely. At some point, we switched from the bed to the tub, both in our bathing suits. My bath was tiny, and he was huge. People don't actually realize how big he is. A huge, huge baby. Half his body was outside the water, barely leaving any space for me. We were having some real, adult talk, while drinking hot chocolate. He told me all about his life in Brazil, and I told him about Montreal.

"(P) Will you take me to Brazil, some day?"

"(P) Yeah, if you'll take me to Montreal"

"(P) Deal"

somehow, it was already 6:30. I started to get ready, not dressing up too much. I put a baggy shirt on and some jeans, droping heels for today. I just tied my hair up and skipped makeup. I shoved everything in my purse; phone, money, water, hand cream, lip balm... the usual.

"(P) I'll drive you"

"(P) You don't have to get out just for this, I can-"

"(P) I'll drive you, Flor, you're not taking the metro"

"(P) I don't want you to get out just for this"

"(P) I don't mind" I kissed his arm, which was the closest to me. Making the effort to reach his cheek is almost impossible. He lightly laughed, and we got in his car. We got to Zlatan's place just in time.

"(P) You call me if anything-"

"(P)Of course, David. I call you if anything happens, and I'll text you at ten"

"(P) Okay, Flor" I kissed his cheek

"(P)Thank you"

"(P) Anytime" I got out and headed for the door. He wated for me to get in to actually leave. What a paranoid. I got in front of his door, and started to stress out. He makes me so nervous, but yet so calm. I lightly knocked tree times, the door opening to a smiling Zlatan, wearing a black button up that fits his so damn well.

"Hi, Charlie"