Patient Love - Marco Reus Fanfic

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Note: All characters, names, situations are fictitious.

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I went upstairs and found Marco laying on bed and watching football, he smiled widely when he saw me on the doorframe.

"Hey!" He exclaimed.

"Hey Mr. Fancy pants." I said pointing to his sweatpants. He laughed.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Great and you?" I asked back.

He looked at my hands and saw the black envelope, then he looked at me.

"What is that?" He asked threateningly.

"Oh this? – I said shaking the envelope – Marcel gave it to me." I said smiling. He sighed.

Yeah, different from you he ACTUALLY invited me.

"You don't need that." He said looking away.

"How come?" I said leaving the envelope on the nightstand.

"I am taking you with me." He said and shrugged.

I frowned.

"You are "taking" me?" I asked and he nodded without looking at me.

"I thought we weren't dating." I said. He remained silent.

"Or am I wrong?" I asked.

"You're not. We're not dating." He said a bit cold now.

I rolled my eyes.

"Then how do you plan to take me?" I asked emphasizing the words. He looked at me and his lips were a thin line now.

"Taking you." He said shrugging.

I sighed and stood from bed to go to the bathroom, he followed me.

"It doesn't have to be a date you know, I am just taking you with me, that's all." He said entering to the bathroom.

I stood on the sink to wash my hands. I remained silent.

"It's just going together to a place that's it." He said leaning on the door frame.

"Umju." I only said.

I knew that drove him crazy. He sighed loudly.

"Why is it so hard to understand-

"It's not. I get it. It's not a date it's just going like, sharing the same car and that's all." I said. He frowned but then he nodded.

"Exactly." He said.

"May I have some privacy?" I asked.

He was leaned on the door with his arms crossed on his chest. He looked around and realized he was on the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry." He said and stepped outside the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I rolled my eyes once I was alone.

Why is he so interested in stand out that we're not dating? I shook my head and took off my clothes to take a relaxing long bath.

After about 20 minutes I step outside the bathroom in my white towel. I feel Marco's eyes on me, following me around the room. He turns down the volume of the tv and clears his throat.

"So, how was the afternoon with Marcel?" He asked.

I walked around collecting the items I was going to wear, without looking at him.

"It was okay." I replied.

"Only that?" He asked eagerly.

I looked at him. His eyes were wide open and dark.