Patient Love - Marco Reus Fanfic

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Note: All characters, names, situations are fictitious. 

MARCO POV

This is it, this is my opportunity to ask the question I've been wondering since I saw her for the first time on that stage. Why that song? Why would you chose such a sad song to play?

I swallowed hard and when I am about to speak, Marcel appears.

"You've seen nothing André." He says smiling and winks at Louise. I roll my eyes internally.

STOP DOING THAT. She's not your girl. Well... She isn't mine too, but, I kissed her. Stop flirting with her for fucks sake.

She blushes immediately, of course, people is bombarding her with praises. She's not made with steel, obviously she's blushing.

"Are you that good?" André asks her. She looks down.

"Well, I am okay I guess." She says humbly and I want to interrupt and say that she's incredible but I'll look stupid.

"She's incredible. You have to listen to her." Melanie adds. I feel Louise's eyes on mine. I want to look away but I cant.

Her big hazel eyes are stuck with me. What is she thinking? I wish I could get inside her head with a flashlight to see what is she thinking? What does she thinks of me? Is she thinking about romance? About a relationship? I try to forget my thoughts. I'll be in trouble if she's thinking that about me, with me. I don't do that doll.

I am lost now.

"...Because I used to play when I was young but I've forgotten almost everything." André says. I roll my eyes internally. Stop please.

"I'll be back." Melanie says and stands from the coach. Thank you dear.

I am now next to Miss. Laurent now. I look at her arms, they look pale and soft. I wish I could touch her but I remember I am surrounded by idiots, so I retract myself. I notice Marcel looking at me, he's smirking.

I know what he's thinking, now that I had to recognize we had breakfast together this morning, he must be thinking I had sex with her or something, that's how his brain works. I shake my head internally.

"When I was seven." Louise says. Wait, seven what?

"Whoa so you've been playing for sixteen years?" He asks and she nods.

Oh my, she's 23, how wonderful.

"That's a lot of time." André says and she nods.

"It's what I love." She says in a soft tone. She do loves playing.

I check my clock and it's 11:45 pm. I decide that is enough and that I should take Louise to her hotel. I stand from my seat and André looks at me.

"Another beer?" He asks and I shook my head.

"Hotel." I said and look at Louise who looks confused at me.

"Wait what?" Marcel asks.

"It's late. We all have flights tomorrow morning." I say and Marcel realizes is true.

André looks disappointed.

"It's okay. I am staying longer. Robin will drive us." Marcel says and I nod. Louise stands from the couch. Good girl.

"It was a pleasure meeting you André." She says with that delicate voice of her.

"The pleasure was all mine." He says making a little bow, she giggles and I roll my eyes again, internally.