end up here ≫ marco reus

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(a/n: lol finally a new chapter after 1,5 years or something lol)

From: ELO135@yahooh.com

Sent: Wednesday, June 5, 2014, 10:54AM

To: MaR1989@hotmails.de

Subject: no subject

I'm not really sure what to think, Marco. I googled you, and I attached some pictures of you and your girlfriend, I mean, that's what the internet tells me. You have quite lot of explaining to do.

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ELOISE

It was quiet for a few minutes. Marco and I both seem to feel slightly uncomfortable together, at least, so it seems. It feels like an awkward silence, but his hand is still resting on mine, and I don't feel uncomfortable about that at all. Marco is planning to tell me something important soon, probably, but I am not quite sure what to expect at all. I should have done some googling about him perhaps beforehand.

"So I have to tell you something," Marco starts off. I am not sure whether I even want to know about this, but I look at him and he looks back at me, "I don't know if you already know but..."

"I don't know anything actually," I tell him.

"Well, I mean, I'm actually kind of famous," Marco suddenly says. I raise an eyebrow, unsure what to think of this.

"You're kind of famous?" I quote his words, "I don't think I understand."

"Well I mean, I'm in the German national football team," he says again, "I'm actually supposed to be playing this game in Mainz tomorrow against Armenia." I look at him, not sure what to reply. This is quite a surprise and I'm not sure this was what I was expecting to hear.

"Oh," I mouth, unable to think of anything else. He squeezes my hand a little tighter and it seems like he is lost for words, just as I am.

"Yeah, maybe I should've said it sooner, but I was afraid you'd not show up, because you'd feel differently about me," Marco says. He's probably right. I don't think I'd have flown all the way to Germany, and I'd probably end up finding pictures of his gorgeous model girlfriend – which I did find after I did some googling actually.

"It'd be nice if you had yes," I end up telling him. I pull my hand back and place it on my lap. "So you have to play football tomorrow? Were you planning on bringing me or will you left me here in a country with a language I cannot even understand?"

"Of course I'd bring you," Marco says, "I would never leave you here, I want you around." I roll my eyes. Marco registers this and grins at me. "Of course I would bring you, don't you believe me?"

"I do believe you, but I'm not all too excited to be kind of dating a hot footballer guy. I mean dating a hot guy is already quite a surprise, but a hot footballer guy, that's a shocker," I blurt out. He laughs at me.

"Kind of dating?" Marco smirks.

"That's the only thing you heard," I say, "Jeez." We both laugh a little, but I quickly get distracted by his brown stare. It's quiet for a while, once again. I fumble with T-shirt.

"You're not angry with me, are you?" Marco asks me.

"I don't know how to feel about this actually," I say. It's not too bad though. It would get me a lot more interviews with famous people and I could probably work at a big company and be a great sports journalist. Which is not exactly what I aspire, but I would still make enough money to rent a nice place in the city of Paris... Although I'm unsure whether Marco would want to live in Paris. I'm unsure whether Marco would even want to be with me.

"You know, I want to kiss you," Marco suddenly says and he looks at me. I'm not sure what to say to this either.

"Why not kiss your hot girlfriend?" I say and get up and leave to the room where I slept yesterday. I close the door behind me and start googling Marco Reus' name. I find a ton of pictures of him (and his hot model girlfriend) and also some of him playing football. I wonder whether he would even want me there at the Armenia game. I lie down on the bed, not sure what to think about now, and whether I should even think about Marco and I being together, and whether I should even stay here in Germany.

An hour or two later Marco knocks at the door. He probably felt really bad now, and I'm deep into reading Marco Reus and Mario Götze fanfiction. Apparently that exists. I never knew Marco could actually be together with another football player. I mean, who was this hot model girlfriend then? He could instead date this hot footballer boyfriend.

"Eloise," Marco says, while knocking on the door. I get up and sit on the side of the bed. Marco still was quite unable to pronounce my name correctly and I didn't bother correcting him, because I thought it was extremely adorable to hear him struggle. "I have to go to Mainz now, so I'll be in time for the training and match and all that, I don't know if you still wish to come."

"I'll come with you," I just say and it feels like he is relieved to hear that. "Let me just collect some things for a night away."

"That's alright," Marco says, "It'd be great if we could leave in like 30 minutes."

"I'll probably be done sooner than that, Marco," I tell him, and I hear him chuckle, "I'm not as needy as your hot model girlfriend."

"You know, I don't actually have a hot model girlfriend," Marco says and walks away. I roll my eyes and collect some things I might possibly need spending the night in a hotel. Repeating that last sentence in my head, I realize that there might be a small chance that Marco and I would be sharing a room, possibly even a bed... I wipe the thought from my mind quite quickly and come out of my room. I find Marco standing in the kitchen, wearing a cap and sunglasses. He looks pretty adorable, I must admit.

"That was 28 minutes," Marco says.

"That's still less than 30 minutes," I wink at him. He pulls me a little closer and places his hand on my lower back. I'm not sure whether I feel comfortable with that yet, but I let him, as his hand brings warmth through my shirt. We walk outside and Marco even offers to carry my bag. It's not even that heavy, so I doubt that would be necessary. Marco guides me to the passenger's seat and I sit down in his nice car.

"How far is Mainz from Dortmund even?" I ask once he sits next to me and is putting on his seatbelt. He opens his navigation system and types in "Mainz". He would probably know where to be once they're there.

"Well, around 3 hours if I were not to drive faster on the autobahn," Marco says. I look at him, unsure what he means with autobahn, but I believe him. I mumble something and take out my phone. Now that I don't have the internet, I can't check my email or my messages from my family. Which actually was quite relaxing. It meant that Rosalie was probably stalking me to death, but I couldn't check it out, because I had no internet, and I was not planning on answering the phone either, because it's far too expensive.

"Well, at least I'll get to see Mainz, but you'll have to show me Dortmund too," I tell him.

"I will do that, but first Mainz," Marco says.