Patient Love - Marco Reus Fanfic

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Note: All characters, names, situations are fictitious.

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I woke up and prepared a delicious breakfast. My favorite, croissant with jelly and black coffee. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a pink pale sweater, white converse and a coat. I filled Coco's plate with food and water and kissed him good bye.

I arrived the conservatory at 9:55 am. Thanks god I was in time, Jean hates people being late. I went straight to my old room and saw Ezra sitting in front of the piano. I stepped in and he moved when he saw my reflection on the mirror. I cleared my throat.

"Bonjour." I said but received no answer.

Okay. If that's how you want to play... I looked around but Jean wasn't there.

I sighed.

"Did Jean arrived already?" I asked. He shrugged.

Oh god, this boy is unbelievable.

"At what time exactly the class begins?" I asked. I was curious because I wanted to have lunch with my parents today.

He shrugged again and sighed loudly.

"Excuse me, do you speak?" I asked and he quickly stood from the chair and looked at me with rage.

"I do, but it happen to not with you." He said.

I see him now better. The lighting is good. He has big brown eyes and straight long hair, it's a bit tousled but it looks good, he also has a nascent beard, too bad his attitude sucks.

I rolled my eyes.

"This is really immature." I said and he grimaced at me.

"Right there. Very adult of you." I said taking a seat.

He stood in front of me.

"Why are you here?" He asked looking at me. I took my phone and went thru Instagram pictures to avoid eye contact with him.

"Jean asked me this." I said and he sighed loudly.

"I don't believe you." He said walking around.

"I don't care." I said.

He came closer really quickly.

"You think I am stupid? I know why you're here." He said.

"You're here because my father hired you." He said.

What?

I looked up at him. His eyes looked hurt and his chest was going up and down really quickly.

"Excuse me?" I asked shocked.

"My dad. How much did he offered you?" He asked.

I sighed.

"Look. I don't know what kind of trouble you and your dad have, but he didn't hired me." I said moving my hands to stop him and to calm him down.

"I don't know your father and certainly I don't want to. I am only here because Jean asked me, end of the story." I said and he sighed.

He stared for a couple of minutes and then he returned to the piano without saying a word. While I was going thru the IG timeline, I saw a picture of Marco. It was his club's official account that published a picture of him during training, announcing that there was going to be a game against Paris Saint Germain for UCL here in Paris.

I think that's our football club, Paris football club. I felt a punch in my stomach. That means he'll come here, and we'll be in the same city. I swallowed hard.