Zlatan, The God

The Hike

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A couple of days passed since I last saw Zlatan.  He was busy when I wasn't, I was busy when he wasn't.  We talked on the phone a couple of times.  I crave him.  I crave his smell, his touch, his body, his voice.  But he's not important today.  Today is all about David's birthday.  Sara and I planned everything for him; I would entertain him all day, and everyone else would forget about him.  His family flew in from Brazil yesterday and they're all crammed at Sara's place and at hotels.  In the evening, they'll all meet in his apartment.  I don't think there are words to describe how stressed I am.  It's now 6 in the morning, and I'm getting dressed to grab our favorite breakfast from that place down the street.  It's a sunny day, which is just perfect for our hike.  I jumped out of our building and hurried to the breakfast place.  Once I got everything, I found myself sneaking in Davi's apartment.  I grabbed a platter and placed everything as silently as I could on it.  His bedroom door was opened, letting me see only a mass of hair and a huge white blanket.  His twitter was probably going off like crazy with millions of fans wishing him a happy birthday.  I placed the platter on his bedside table and climbed on the bed, jumped on the bed around him, and sung Happy Birthday.  I owned a groan and a smile.  I jumped back down on him and wrapped my hands around his torso.  His soon enough lifted his arms up to return the gesture.  

"(P)Happy birthday Davi"  I said one last time, messing his hair up some more

"(P) Thank you"  He yawned "How fucking early are you?" 

"(P)It's 6:30, we're going on a hike.  You haven't been outside in months"

"(P) We train outside"

"(P)  Doesn't count" I placed the food in front of him, and we started eating.  I soon enough rushed him in the shower so we could leave. 45 minutes later, we were in the garage, walking towards his cars. 

"(P) Which one are we taking?" I asked him

"(P) The Jeep, we're going on an adventure"

"(P) Since when do you have a Jeep?"  He laughed at my surprised reaction.  I don't actually realize how much money these guys make.  We got in and buckled up/

"(P) So where are we going?"  He asked, as I typed the directions into the FPS

"(P) Some park just outside Paris, it looked pretty"  We were then off on the road, singing along the music playing.  We only got lost 3 times.  Anyone would want to kill us for the mess we are together.  After a good 3 hours, we finally pulled up to the park's parking lot.  Davi insisted on taking only one back pack for both so we  stuffed all my things in his.  He tied his hair back, but anyone would recognize him anyways.  Even if they didn't know who he is, he would make heads turn.  His height, his body, his hair, his face... they make heads turn, let me tell you that.  He took  a couple of pictures with employees, and we started climbing.  I forced him to turn his phone off so we would be "one with nature".   It was really just so he wouldn't worry for the lack of calls on his birthday.  We got to the top and back down in around 5 hours.  The view was gorgeous, but the sun hit hard and I was exhausted.  He was holding on much better, as a professional athlete, of course.  We got back in the car as the clock hit 2 pm.  He started driving back, but I soon fell asleep and only woke up in front of a small cafe

"(P) Wake up florinha, I'm starving"  He said, holding my door open.  I quickly got up, following him to the entrance, my stomach protesting from hunger too. We ordered and sat down, his eyes trailing to his phone once again.  The pained expression on his face broke my heart, but the wait was worth it. 

"(P) Why did no one call yet?"

"(P) Hmm?" I faked not having heard properly, trying to actually make him believe I don't know

"(P)  Sara didn't call!  My family didn't call! No one off the team called! Did they forget?" 

"(P) They will call, don't worry about it" he shook his head and checked for missed calls for the 10th time. "(P) David! Enjoy your day, don't worry, please" Time passed, his mood still smashed to the ground.  We soon drove back home, my stress growing some more.  

"(P) Are you coming at mine's?" I asked him, trying to give Sara some more time to prep everything

"(P) I kind of want to take a shower" He started walking towards his place, making me grab his arm with both my hands

"(P) You can shower at mines!  Come on!" He gave me a weird look and followed me in, heading for the shower.  As soon as he got in, I gave Sara a call

"(P)Hey, Sara, he's in the shower now"

"(P) When will you be here? Everyone's here, trying to stay silent. Do you know how hard it is to calm children down? Horrible! And this cake is so damn heavy! His mom keeps asking me weird stuff, like no I don't know how often he does his laundry, and-" 

"(P) Sara! Calm down, we'll be there in 10 minutes, I'll text you!" 

"(P) okay, good luck!"

"(P) You too!" As soon as the conversation ended, the shower turned off, and soon enough, a flat-haired David walked out of the bathroom in boxers only

"(P) Hey hot stuff" I called at him, earning a grin and an arm flex. Douchebag.  He walked in my room to get dressed I suppose.  I grabbed the clothes I prepared earlier and headed to the shower myself.  A few minutes later, I was dressed and out.  He was laying on the sofa, his hair tied back up, his phone in hand, and dressed.  I can't see him tortured any more, it's killing me

"(P) Lets go to your place"

"(P) Why?" Oh shit, didn't think of an excuse

"(P) I want ice cream!" He gave me a weird look, my burst obviously surprising him. "(P)Yeah, I- I want ice cream."

"(P) I bought you some like yesterday it's in the free-"

"(P) I want your's, lets go"  My stress level climbed exponentially.  I let him go first, texted Sara and prepared my phone to film his surprise.  Each step up to his door was excruciatingly slow for me.  He reached it, put his key in the lock, turned, took the key out, and put his hand on the knob.  He twisted, and gave a push.  The door opened, and I was dying behind him.  He reached for the light.  Here it is, it's happening. Holy shit.