falling apart. | kylian mbappe

4.

The front door opens just in time to save me. I ran my finger through my face wiping out the few tears that left my eyes. I get up from the couch and my eyes meet Neymar's tearing green ones, I'm not the only one feeling like shit here.

"Here is your money, thank you." He says leaving a few euros on the table and quickly going upstairs. I look at Kylian and he looks at me.

"Aren't you going to talk to him?" I ask.

"Should I?" He asks back and I shake my head off. 

"Yes you dumbass, go talk to him now." I rush him pushing him towards the stairs. I forget about my whole little "drama" and I turn on the TV again but this time I put a repetition of the World Cup, Spain vs Portugal.

I wait a few minutes and I hear Mbappe walking down the stairs. "So?" I enquire.

"Bruna asked for time." He states.

"And?"

"And what?" He asks confused.

"Damn you are such a bad friend Kylian." I start to walk upstairs and walk towards Neymar's room, the door is closed. "Neymar, are you there?" I ask shyly but I don't get an answer, I just hear him sobbing. I decide to open the door slowly and I see him laying in bed with his head covered with a pillow. 

I walk inside his room and seat next to him in bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" I look at him but he keeps crying ignoring me. "I've been there too and I completely understand you, you just have to let everything out." I put my hand on his back trying to comfort him. He gets up and hugs me, I hug him back and he starts sobbing on my shirt.

Kylian is standing on the door frame looking at us, with my hands I make a sign for him to come inside and help me, he quickly follows my instructions and sits beside me. 

"Bro c' mon, you're Neymar you can go overcome this!" Mbappe suddenly says trying to cheer him up but I give him a glare.

"For real? That's what you guys do to hype each other? Stay here Kylian put on a movie and I'll go get some chocolate." I demand to separate the Brazilian's boy body from mine.

I go downstairs and grab some drinks, ice cream left over I found inside the freezer, plus some chocolates and run upstairs again. "I'm back!" I yell getting inside. They are both laying in bed with the TV remote.

"I can't find anything." Mbappe sighs. 

"You are literally useless." I grab the remote from his hand and throw all the food on a bed. I search through Netflix and whenever I'm sad I watch action movies or drama ones so I pick Cidade de Deus.

 As soon as the Brazilian hears his language he puts all of his attention towards the movie. I lend a bottle of water to everyone and show them the food. "Enjoy." I smile at them and I start to eat.

After an hour of the movie, all the food is gone. I start to hear someone's inaudible snores. Since I'm in the middle I look to my left and I find a really peaceful Neymar, sleeping with his mouth open. I look to my right and Kylian looks back at me.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I ask sharply.

"Because I knew you would react like this." His eyes go back to the movie.

"How would you knew that if you don't even know me? You could have just told me and I would have been more carefully." I reply trying to get his attention but he keeps ignoring me.

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My back hurts like hell. I try to move my neck and this one hurts even more. I sit down and see Neymar and Mbappe almost hugging themselves which makes me laugh a bit. I look at the time on my hand and it's almost 7 am. I silently put my shoes on and walk downstairs. I grab my phone and the money Neymar left me to finally leave the house.

I walk to the big avenue and there I catch a taxi cab. I tell the driver my address and after a 30-minute drive, I get home.

As I am entering my apartment I scream my sister's name but once again she is not here. I sigh and take a shower. After a karaoke in the shower, I dress up and decide to buy some food. Since I don't own a car I get going by foot. I walk a few blocks to the nearest supermarket until someone palms my shoulder. I turn around a see a beautiful blonde short girl.

"Excuse me. Miss America?" She asks and I just nod, that is so funny to say to I contain myself from laughing. "I work for Star Magazine and I would like to know if you could sit down with me to ask you a few questions." She smiles.

"Um, questions about what? I'm not a Miss America, America is just my name." I reply confused.

"Well aren't you Kylian Mbappe's new girl?" She smiles again and I frown, oh she wants to ask me about that. "Please, I promise it won't take long!" She begs.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry and I'm no one's new girl," I say harshly and turn around to keep going to my initial destiny. 

After I grabbed all my vegetarian food I make my way towards the cash register. I've noticed that I've got a few glances during my shopping but I'm not paying attention to them.

"Ce serait tout €45." The cashier says and I gently smile to him whilst lending the money. "Merci." I put all my things inside my ecology bag and I'm about to leave when the cashier's voice interrupts me. "Voulez-vous me donner un autographed? (Can you give me an autograph?)" 

I point to myself in disbelief. "Me?" I reply in English and he nods. "Do you want Kylian's?" I ask again.

His eyes get wide open. "Really?" He asks in weird English and I nod. I mean I have no idea why am I even doing this, I might never see Mbappe again, I don't even have his number or he has mine. We are not even friends, but it's amazing how can you make someones day by just getting a single autograph. 

I used to pay more attention to famous people when I was younger and they didn't behave well with their fans. I've always wanted to be a that good and lovely famous person and this may be my moment to shine.

"Ok, dis moi ton address et nom. (give me your address and name.)" I demand to give him the ticket I just got and he quickly starts to write his name and address there. When he finishes he gives it back to me. "Je Vais le prendre ou Je vous l'envoie. (I'll bring it to you or send it.)" I smile to give while putting the piece of paper inside my jeans. 

"Merci éternel!" The guy says smiling frenetically and I just wave at him. 

I walk back to my apartment and when I'm at the corner I see a crowd at the entrance. My heart starts to beat really fast because crowds make me anxious. I put on my hood and the bags on my face making my way through the people as I'm screaming "J'habite ici! (I live here.)" 

People wearing France's national team shirts and PSG as well are covering the entrance. I pass my key through the detector and the door opens. I run inside and quickly shut the door. I salute the security guard of the building but he doesn't even look at me which is weird, we have a good relationship. 

I open the front door and walk to the kitchen, I start accommodating the food and when I finish I go to my room as soon as I open the door I let out a scream. "What the fuck!" I place my hand on my heart. "How the hell?" I ask to a smiling Kylian laying on my bed.

"Hello Kylian, how are you? How was training? Are you hungry? Did you sleep well?" He sarcastic says.

"Are you for real expecting those questions after breaking into my home?" 

"Technically I didn't. I just offered PSG tickets to your security guard and he let me in." He smiles. 

"What? Don't do that again! I'm gonna sue you too!" I yell and he laughs. "I want you to leave," I demand.

He stands up and walks to me. He gets really close to me that I start to take a few steps back but he takes them too, his face is way too near to mine that I can feel his breath against my lips. "Are you sure about that?" He asks looking at my lips.

"Don't make this cringe and cliche, get off my face," I reply pushing him and he laughs.

"You almost fall for it huh!" 

I give him a glare. "Excuse me but the only one here looking at my lips it was you boo!" 

"And I take the blame belle. I'm dying to try them." He smirks.