Zlatan, The God

Ciao

I was brutally woken up by a phone going off.  It wasn't mine, tho.  It took me a while to realize where I was, and what happened last night.  

''I'm sorry, baby, go back to sleep''  I rolled over and wrapped myself around him, craving that warmth his body brought me.  He answered the call.  

''Helena'' he said.  My reflex was to back off of him.  Then, it all came crashing on me.  What the fuck am I doing?  I can't get attached to a married man.  I can't do this.  I can't stay here.  He questioned me with his eyes, both knowing damn well he couldn't talk to me right now.  I jumped off his bed, his way too tall bed.  I took my pants off the floor and slid them on my legs as quickly as possible.  I put my bra on under his shirt.  He got up from the bed, a worried look on his face.  My eyes started watering, completely against my will.  I started walking towards the front door, hearing his heavy steps behind me.  His call was ended, but I didn't care anymore. I was a couple of steps away from the door.  He appeared in front of me.  This beautiful, dangerous, amazing creature was blocking my way, but I didn't really mind. 

''I will break up with her.  I will.  I don't love her, I don't want her.  Don't leave me. I- '' His lip started quivering, just as my eyes dropped the tears they were holding. '' I promise, I will make you happy. I-'' I showed him a small smile, passed my hand through his hair.  I shook my head, letting him know he could say nothing to make me stay.  I rubbed his temple, and got up to the tip of my toes  to place a kiss on his cheek.  I could see him powerless.  I took my shoes from the floor and made my way around him, leaving Zlatan for the last time.  I closed the door behind me.  I heard him pound at a wall, hitting it as hard as possible.  A vase was broken not long after, or maybe a mirror.  I didn't know.  I called the elevator and jumped right in, dialing David's number.  

''(P)Flor? What's the matter?''

''(P)Can-can you come get me?''

"(P)I'll be there in 2 minutes'' I got outside the apartment.  I must've looked like a mad person.  My shoes in hand, a largely oversize shirt covering me, my hair all messed up.  I couldn't care less.  I wasn't crying anymore.  Soon enough, a car pulled up in front of me, and I got in, meeting with Davi's worried look.

''(P)I'm going home, Davi'' 

''(P)Yes, I'll take you home''

''(P)No, in Montreal''

''(P) When?''

''(P) Today, as soon as possible''

''(P) W-Why? For how much time?'' I could hear him freak out, but I didn't have the courage to look at him.  I didn't answer, I didn't even have the courage to answer him. ''(P) Fucking answer me!''  He screamed, hitting the steering wheel.  I jumped at his action, and turned to look at him.  We were pulling up to the apartment.  I still wouldn't answer.  I walked in front of him,  I could feel his rage radiate, but he gave me the space I needed.  Sweetheart.  I got to my place, knowing he would follow me inside.  I got to my bedroom, took my luggage out, and started packing.  

''(P) Are you fucking serious?'' He stood in front of me, a pained look on his face.

''(P) I have to leave''

''(P) WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO? I SWEAR, IF HE-''

''(P) He was perfect'' His features softened.  Now, sadness washed over his face

''(P) Then why-''

''(P) For me, I can't stay here.  It was a bad idea. I- I need to go back home'' He nodded, not really knowing what to do.   I threw all my clothes in.  I didn't have that many, so it went quite quickly. I changed my shirt and put Zlatan's in my handbag.  David kept staring at me while I was running around.  It took me about 20 minutes to be all packed up. 

''(P) please don't leave me like this'' he was crying, and my heart was breaking.  I walked to him hugged him as tight as possible.  He held me, and it felt good, but horribly bad at the same time.  I started crying too, the thought of leaving my favorite person on earth behind killing me slowly.  I could feel his pain, and he could feel mine.  

''(P) We'll stay in touch.  You'll write to me every day, and-and we'll Skype. I'll come visit you, and you'll come visit me.  I-I'll never forget you, you know that'' he cried harder, and I went further away from him.

''(P) let me take you to the airport'' he whispered, his face completely saddening  I just shook my head and finished packing my bag.  

This is it.  I was looking at him and I realized how good of a person he has been.  I can only want the best for him, the most absolute gold, the most happiness possible.  I went back into his arms one last time, trying, as I did with Zlatan, to memorize every single detail.  His warmth, his height, his strength, his smell, his voice.  I got my hands through his hair to get a last touch of those curls I very dearly love.  I placed my hands on his, memorizing the color of his eyes, of his skin.  I traced every feature with my thumbs, just so I wont forget.  I kissed both his cheeks one last time.  He broke into sobs again, falling on his knees.  His hands wrapped around my waist.

''(P) We'll keep in touch, Florinha'' I combed through his hair one last time and detached him off me.  

''(P) I love you, David''

''(P) I love you, Florinha''  I walked away from him through the open door.  He waved one last time, my pink hair tie around his wrist.  I smiled, and he smiled, and I closed the door behind me.  

A cab was soon in front of me.  I gave my directions and played everything in my mind.  I just left two of the most influential people of my existence, and I just left some of the most mind blowing few months of my life.  I took out Zlatan's shirt, checking out the signature.  'The Magnificent Zlatan Ibrahimovic' .  Of course.  It brought a smile to my lips.  I checked everything.  I checked the seams, the fabric, the beautiful '10'. The Paris logo, the tag.  The tag had a date on it.  March 26th.  It was the day I first saw him play.  

Our paths will meet again, some day, when time is right.  And then we will remember, and we will laugh, and maybe cry.  And I will miss them, because all was well.  It was time for me to leave, and it is time for them to go on with their amazing lives.  Till next time, Paris.  A la prochaine!

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OMG THAT'S IT GUUUUYS!  IM REALLY SAD I REALLY GOT ATTACHED TO THESE PEOPLE, BUT I DIDNT HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYMORE, SO I DECIDED TO END IT FOR YOUR SAKE.  HOPE YOU'VE LIKED IT.  

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A 'AFTER' CHAPTER, JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE OF THE YEARS AFTER ALL THIS.  

THANK YOU GUYS FOR EVERYTHING! I MUST SAY THAT I HAD FUN WRITING MY FIRST FAN FIC ON SOME OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.

THANKS AGAIN, I LOVE YOU GUYS

REMBEMBER; PARIS EST MAGIQUE! ICI C'EST PARIIIIIIIIS <3