COMPLETED | with the reputations they had, it was impossible for their clashing to not be played out under lights and flashes. estella greaves, the heiress, and julian draxler, germany's golden child; now that was one article headline no one wanted...
JULIAN'S FACE WAS BURIED into her shoulder, as she watched a past taped Von Greaves catwalk show for a job her mother asked her to do. He had stayed the night from the all-day and night training they had. Julian was still knackered from the copious amount of football he had done that night. Basically, he was practically asleep on her shoulder.
"What's this?" he murmured against her exposed skin due to the fact she was wearing a Bardot top. His fingers were playing with hers, and he had been twisting the lone ring of her left hand.
She looked down at where he was indicating and smiled gently, "It's a Cartier LOVE ring. It matches with my bracelets but this ring is diamond encrusted since it was for a special time."
Julian made a noise of recognition and kept spinning the simple chunky gold ring on her middle finger. He'd noticed for a while now that she wore it everywhere.
"I don't even know why I still wear it," she continued, a frown suddenly set on her face, "My mother gifted it to me on my two year anniversary with Luca."
"It's pretty though," he complimented, flashing up his eyes at her face, which was turned go face him.
"You're so cute, babe," she bit her lip and pinched his left cheek, making him scrunch up his face.
"Stop calling me cute," he whined, and leant up from his spot on her shoulder.
"I only speak truth, my kind-of boyfriend," she turned her head back to the TV.
Julian mirrored her earlier frown, "Kind-of boyfriend, what?"
An amused smile came to her face, but she kept her eyes on the fashion show, "Is that not what you are J? I'm still waiting for you to ask me. I'd ask you myself but I feel like that'd hurt your pride."
He smirked, "I'm waiting for the perfect time to ask you, amour. Plus, my masculinity is not that toxic!"
She nodded with a stifled chuckle, "Oh you're learning more French words," she commented.
"Here's another one," he winked suggestively, "Tu es belle, mon amour." ("You are beautiful, my love")
The words slipped so fluently from his lips, that it was impossible that she would resist smiling. A chuckle came from her as she guided her own lips down to his, "You're seriously cheesy, Julian Thomas."
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"Stop complaining you're cold!" Julian chortled, "You chose not to wear tights today!"
"I didn't think it would be this cold!" she exclaimed defensively, although snuggling closer to his warm body. His right arm was wrapped loosely around her shoulders.
