trance | antoine griezmann

Chapter Eleven

"Everything's reminding me of you"

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Antoine Griezmann woke up to the actual girl instead of a note. The room was dark and cold as he turned to see what time it was. 5:30 am.

Damn why did I wake up so early.

Antoine flicked on his phone to reveal texts upon texts from his teammates and coach.

Oliver Giroud
I hope you're here by the time the plane leaves

Kylian Mbappé
Antoine where are you? The team is at the airport.

Kylian Mbappé
Missed Call (5)

Lucas Hernández
The plane leaves in two hours

Paul Pogba
text me when you're here

Paul Pogba
you're a little late

Kylian Mbappé
Missed Call(4)

Antoine's eyes gazed over his phone as he sat straight up in his bed. He clicked on his calendar and sure enough it read what Antoine wished he did not see. Currently Antoine had an hour before the plane took off however he would be scolded for not being to the meeting before.

Jesus take the wheel

Antoine jumped out of his bed swiftly making sure he didn't wake Victoria. He ran into his closet, picked out a lazy outfit, and quickly washed his face. Today Antoine's eyes were full of rush and excitement. He grabbed his cross necklace off of his counter and rushed to grab his packed bag.

He hadn't noticed the figure in the door until she spoke, "Leaving me so soon?" She messed up his hair while he was crouched down.

He looked up from his suitcase and realized how bad this might look. He began to speak before he was cut off.

"Football, I know Antoine." Victoria said as Antoine finally got up from the ground. "Good luck, French boy. I will be watching from the tv."

French boy? I could get used to that

He pulled her close and kissed her intensely. He pulled away and grabbed his suitcase.

"I'll give you a ride."

Antoine didn't object to her offer knowing it was the only option if he wanted to make the flight. He was lucky he didn't live too far away from the airport.

Victoria drove with her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders and stopping at her chest. She was still wearing Antoine's clothes that he lent her and he liked this very much. It felt like he was close to her even when he wasn't.

"I'm going to miss you," Antoine broke the silence.

"How long are you gone for?" Victoria asked keeping her eyes on the dark road.

Antoine didn't want to tell her the next words. He was going to Russia for the 2018 world cup and deeply didn't want to go without Victoria.

"A month, maybe less depending if we win or not." He clenched his jaw as he felt her eyes snap to him.

"Oh. I will miss you Antoine. I hope you call me." She jokes half serious half kidding.

They reached the airport much sooner than they had hoped. Antoine hugged her longer than he should have considering he was already late. When he let go it seemed like they were never going to see each other again. They said their goodbyes nicely and kindly before Antoine ran into the airport.

ONE WEEK LATER

Antoine walked out of his hotel room to greet Paul Pogba to go to breakfast. They did this almost every morning at the various hotels. Antoine's hair had gotten lighter since they began playing in the world cup from being in the sun.

Paul cleared his throat before saying, "You look like hell."

Did he really look that bad? Antoine looked himself up and down in the shiny elevator walls. He wore grey sweatpants and accompanied it with a navy blue sweatshirt with the fff crest on it.

Antoine's cheeks were lightly stained red—making it look like he was blushing— from catching a cold. The bags under his eyes were noticeable against his tan face.

"Thanks," Antoine rolled his eyes, "I couldn't sleep."

"Hm... I feel like the only place you ever sleep is at your house in France."

"No I sleep in Madrid," Antoine thought carefully while staring at himself in the walls.

"The only time you sleep well in Madrid is when you're sleeping with that girl."

Antoine looked at him with wide eyes. Paul started to nod his head as if he was reassuring himself that his statement was correct—he chuckled as he did it.

"So you have slept with her?" he adds staring at the numbers on the elevator go down.

"Uhmm. Well I haven't had sex with her." Antoine shifted awkwardly.

Usually Antoine would never get awkward talking about this stuff with Paul, but it felt wrong talking about Victoria like this.

Paul turned towards at Antoine with his eyebrows scrunched in the middle. He obviously didnt believe Antoine.

"Yeah right. You're Antoine Griezmann, you can get in her pants if you want to."

Antoine was taken aback by Paul's response.

"God damn do you ever think that I want a normal relationship for once. I don't wanna bribe her with my money." Antoine said in a cruel tone and stormed out of the elevator as it reached floor one.

Paul slowly followed behind him and broke off to sit with some other teammates. He watched Antoine as he put his headphones on and angrily put food on his plate.

"God what happened to him?" Kylian Mbappé asked practically seeing the steam coming out of Antoine's ears.

"I said something about him having sex with his girlfriend and he took it the wrong way," Paul replied looking everywhere but Kylians eyes, which were looking at him with disappointment.

"You know he gets like that with girls he actually likes."

"Shut up, he will get over it."

Antoine sat at a table accompanied by his food, music, and phone. As he was scrolling through his instagram feed for the first time in weeks he realized something. He wasn't even following Victoria on Instagram or any social media.

He searched Victoria Livingston on instagram and sure enough she was one of the first to pop up. He clicked on her page and scrolled through her feed. Antoine's hands clenched together as he clicked on the first post. The caption read 'Always better together!' and it was a picture of Victoria posing with a man in a club.

Holding his breath, Antoine checked the date of the post. It was posted two days ago. The frenchman continued to scroll through Victoria's posts to find a couple more picture with the man in it—they were all group photos.

Antoine's eyes turned dark as he got up loudly and walked out of the dining hall. His teammates starred at him wildly, wondering what was going on.

How could she do this to him, how could he fall for this shit.

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch Is all that ran through Antoine's mind as he ran up the stairs to his room. He lied to himself over and over.

A/N
The chapters in the book are a little bit behind real time, sorry! But anyways... CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW GOOD FRANCE IS DOING IN THE WORLD CUP?! THEY ARE IN THE FINALSSSSS WHOOP WHOOP!!!!!!