falling apart. | kylian mbappe

9.

I'm currently sitting in a small cafe after the game, watching myself on the news, again like a deja vu. It's cold outside and late. I still don't know how I managed to get out of the stadium after those celebrations.

Now everyone knows my name, my Instagram account is exploding from comments, likes and follows. Isn't this all I ever wanted? No, I've never wanted to become famous for someone else, now everyone will know me as Kylian and Kimmich's love triangle.

My phone buzzes and I pick up. "Bonjour." I salute Kylian, he's been calling all night.

"Where are you?" He quickly asks.

"Oh. I'm good, thanks for asking." I sarcastically say as I make a sign to the waitress to bring me the check.

"America." He warns.

"I'm in a petit cafe Kylian but I'm leaving now," I reply annoyed.

"I'll pick you up." He insists.

I look outside and it's dark so I think about his request. "Fine, I'll send you the address." I give up and accept his petition. I cut the call and send him my location via iMessage.

The boy walks to my table and lends me the check, I gently smile and give him the money. Of course, I tip him. I can be broke as hell but I'm always out there helping everyone else, I believe that life will bring all of the good things I do back to me at some point.

I see car parking and I notice it's the French boy's car. I get out of the cafe and get inside his car. "Thank you," I mumble to him.

"We need to talk." He states seriously while starting the car.

"Can we do it at my apartment, I'm not in the mood." I try to avoid him looking through the window. He doesn't reply, he turns on the radio and we start going.

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Once we arrive, he parks the car in the garage and we get off the car. "Why didn't you wear the PSG jersey today?" He asks whilst we go upstairs.

"Because I went there for work not to watch the game, plus it was a French national team game, not a PSG one," I explain.

I open the front door and see my unpaid bills on the floor, I pick them up and check how much do I owe. "Fuck!" I mumble a bit loud.

"What is it?" He closes the door.

"Nothing." I try to hide the bills on my hands but somehow he grabs them. "Give it to me Kylian," I say trying to get them out of his hands but he turns around and his back is huge, this is difficult.

"How do you do to waste this much? It's just you in here." He questions me confused.

"I have no idea and I have no idea of how am I gonna pay that." I sigh. "Do you know that your club's jersey is extremely expensive? How do all these people do to buy merchandise?" I comment throwing my hands all over the place.

"I could have bought you thousands of shirts and merch but it's my place to remind you that you didn't want me to." He states.

"But, it's my place to remind you too, I'm an independent woman who will get anything that I want by myself!" I say and he rolls his eyes. "Well, enough about me, what do you want to talk about Donatello?" I try to change his mood because I know what he wants to talk about.

"Are you and Kimmich a thing?" He finally asks and I let out a laugh.

"I just found out today about his existence and you're asking me if we are a thing? Are you drunk?" I chuckle but he stills with a serious face. "No Kylian, we're not a thing," I add annoyed.

"Why did he dedicate a goal to you?" He questions confused.

"I don't know, go ask him not me. I was as amused as you and the whole stadium." I clarify. "Is that all?"

"No." He replies.

"Then what." And before I could finish the question his lips were on mine. They were soft and pliant and so sweet that I couldn't help but gently pull him closer. My hands move to his neck trying to deepen the kiss, while his hands go to my small hip. We start to walk to my room and all of a sudden it hit me. America you're kissing Kylian Mbappe.

I push him and he stares at me smirking. My face must be red as hell, I rapidly cover it with my hands and run inside my room closing the door and locking it behind me. I can hear him laughing and I smile, God I can believe this!

"Oh my God Donatello get out!" I scream and he laughs even more. "I swear I hate you!" I try not to laugh too but it is impossible not to.

"Fine, I'll leave but only because it's late! But be ready tomorrow at 11:30 am. I'm picking you up for dinner and you can't say no!" He orders yelling too.

"Just get out! And we'll see!" I smile.

"Also you can now go tell everyone that you made out with one of the ninja turtles. That's legendary." He chuckles and I erupt laughing.

"I swear I strongly dislike you!" I keep screaming and he laughs.

I hear a few steps and the door being open then close. I get off my room and quickly try to lock the front door but he comes behind the couch and hugs me from behind. "Kylian!" I laugh.

He kisses my cheek quickly and finally gets out of my apartment. I sigh and finally close the door. We were just super mad at each other's and then we were kissing what the heck, I think to myself.

"He is gonna be the death of me," I stated looking at the closed door where he just left.