Once More. | Manuel Neuer

Chapter Five.

Mesut: Yo loser, you comming or am I gonna have to drag your ass out of that room?

Arabella: Good luck finding it. Fuck off and go eat without me.

Arabella send the text and opened  her Instagram. She opened the search bar and typed in Manuel's name. Mindlessly she scrolled through his photos, sadly opening them before moving on to another one.
The buzzing notification for another text stopped her selfpity as she opened it.

Mesut: Cristiano just send me the room number, tough luck hoe I'm omw

Abella loudly cursed Cristiano into oblivion as she opened a new text to the Portugese starplayer.

Arabella: I hate you. I will murder you in your sleep tonight. I will chop of your dick and shove it up your goddamn ass, you piece of shit. I will fucking chop you to bits and discard you in the Seine.

When Arabella heard a knock on the door she had managed to send the text to Cristiano.

"Open up, Ara! I can hear you breathe, you hoe!"
Mesut's voice was loud and full of joy as Arabella groaned. She stood up and walked towards the door at the deadest pace imaginable.
She turned the doorhandle so slowly, that you would've thought she was one of those slowmotion dancers.
As soon as the lock was off the door Mesut pounced through it, tackling Arabella in an extremely tight hug.
"I've missed you so much, oh my God!"
Arabella reluctantly returned the hug and patted his back.
"Mesut, I really do not want to go," Arabella choked out, suddenly gripping on to Mesut tighter as she felt like breaking.

Mesut was taken aback a little bit by her sudden fragile composure. Kicking the door shut with his foot, he hugged her even tighter and smiled a small smile.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Don't you think I know? I saw the way the demeanour of that Mario guy changed when I told him my name. I saw all the texts Manuel send me. I don't want to face him, or any of his friends for that matter," Arabella ranted in one breath.
Mesut pushed her an arm-length away and gripped her shoulders tightly.
"God damnit, Ara, stop running!" Mesut said, looking at her sternly. "Just face him. Tell him you're sorry, or tell him to fuck off, just stop running. Stop hiding, Ara. He's not mad at you, neither are Cristiano and I. Aren't we the only ones that matter in this story, the only ones there? Anyone else can take their opinion and shove it up their goddamn ass!"

It had never been easy for Mesut to see Arabella hide away. She always tried to act like a strong young woman, but when things happened she was the first to run and hide. Hell, that's how she even got in to this situation in the first place.

"Now, go and put on some pretty clothes and come with me. If you make it through tonight, you'll be able to make it through the entire European Championship." Mesut said, cracking a little smile.
Arabella reluctantly returned the smile and nodded. She didn't want to, no there were millions of things she'd rather do, but Mesut was right. If she would continue running away from it all her head would only make things worse.
However, there was also a big part of her that wanted to disappear off the face of the earth.

Ignoring the sick feeling of dread in her stomach Arabella pulled a dress from her suitcase. It was nothing special, just a plain black dress with a low back.
Quickly, as if racing against the clock, she did her hair and a small amount of make-up.
Arabella had had dinners in Paris before, and it had always been something fancy, so she decided to look fancy enough.
Once she had finished dressing she walked out of the bedroom and smiled nervously at Mesut.
"Alright, I'm ready to go."