falling apart. | kylian mbappe

12.

"Kylian!" I yell trying to wake him up whilst I move his arm frenetically. "You're gonna be late to the match Kylian wake the fuck up!"

"Oh my God, can you move out?" He jokes sitting up.

"Yeah, you weren't saying that last night," I smirk and he throws a pillow at me. "Ouch!" I complain.

"I'm hungry." He admits finally getting up from bed walking to the bathroom.

"Me too but you didn't go to the supermarket so there isn't food." I shrug.

"Well on my way to the stadium I'll get you something." He smiles.

"Wow, what did I do to deserve such a handsome boy?" I ask sarcastically and he laughs.

"Tonight, after the game we're going to have dinner with my teammates. You're finally meeting them." He says.

"For real?" I have a huge smile on my face. "What do I have to wear? Who is gonna be there?" I question him and he smiles.

"Petit, calm down." He sits beside me on a bed. "Wear what you usually do, it's not formal we're going to Neymar's house, you know him already."

"Wait I have to cook my own food because I'm vegetarian and I don't want to bother anyone there," I say quickly getting up. "Should I make a dessert too?" I keep asking anxious but he keeps laughing. "Kylian I have to leave a good impression."

"You don't need to do any of that, Neymar already knows and he got your food. Please, I have everything cover petit." He lets out. "Now I need to go, otherwise you are not even going to see me play." He hugs me and runs downstairs. I hear him leaving the house.

I decide to get up and start cleaning, plus getting myself ready to go to the venue. I take a quick shower and dressed up.

When I finish showering I hear my phone ringing, I run to the bedroom to pick up. "Bonjour." I salute.

"I left your breakfast in the kitchen!" I hear the French boy's voice.

"Thank you, baby!" I smile at his action.

"Anything for my petit." He replies.

"Love you boo!" I say.

"Love you too." He replies and I hang up, he is not supposed to be driving and talking on the phone.

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The players are entering the field, apparently, Kylian is not starting because he got late. I really do feel guilty. Anyways, the game is about to start.

Kylian offered me those VIP Lounge tickets but I didn't want them. I enjoy the game along with fans than alone there. It's fun because people are really talkative. I take a seat beside a couple. They aren't paying attention to me, which I'm grateful for.

The game is pretty entertaining, but it's kinda scary at the same time. I'm afraid that the other team scores. 

Once the first half is done and also the halftime I see Mbappe getting ready to play, finally. A few more minutes, he is finally on the court. He gets assisted and starts to run, like Bolt, to the other side of the field, to finally open the marker. I get up from my seat screaming in joy and then I see myself on the big screen since we're not hiding anything I decide to turn around and show my jersey with his name on it.

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"There you are!" I hear Mbappe's voice as soon as he leaves the locker room. 

"Congratulations! That was a great game!" I hug him and he kisses my cheek.

"Of course it was a good one, my lucky charm was there." He winks at me and my cheeks turn red, he stills has that effect on me, after a month.

"Love you." I peck his lips to then grab his hands and start walking towards the car, so we can finally go to Neymar's house.

We get inside the car and start moving whilst listening to Bad Bunny. "Do your friends speak in French?" I ask curiously to Mbappe since I didn't think about that.

"Yes, but some of them still struggling with it." He laughs and I nod.

The trip was short, my eyes are recognizing the big house I've already been to. The gates open and I see there is only one car inside, that means we're the first ones to arrive.

I get off the car to see a smiling Neymar on the front door waiting for us. "Boa Noite!" I greet the Brazilian.

"Ola!" He hugs me. "How are you?" He smiles at me. "I'm glad Kylian finally asked you out." 

"He didn't, I did!" I laugh when I see his eyes wide open.

"What?" He asks confused and hits Mbappe on the neck.

"Ouch!" The French one complains.

"You lied!" He scolds and Kylian hides behind me.

"It's okay guys, roles have changed now!" I make my way inside the house with two bags. Yes while Kylian was out I got food and drink because I could never go to someone else's house without bringing something, I hate feeling like an expense.

I put the things inside the kitchen and along with the boys we start to lay the table and prepare the food. After thirty minutes I hear the door ring. 

"America can you open the door?" Neymar yells.

"What? Why me?" I ask kinda scared.

"Because I'm busy and your boyfriend is missing! Now go!" He orders and I quickly walk to the door.

I open the big wooden door to reveal three guys. They stop talking as soon as they see me. I recognize one of them. "Hi." I welcome them and they're still giving me confused looks. "I'm America, Kylian's girlfriend." I introduce myself before they ask me.

"It's a pleasure! My name is Christopher." The tan boy introduces himself. "He is Juan." He points to a shorter boy. "And that's Thilo!" I know who he is.

"Are you dating Mbappe?" The last one mentioned asks.

"Thilo!" Juan hollers him.

"Uhm yes I am, why?" 

"Nothing." He harshly says and enters the house bumping my shoulder. 

"Okay." I murmur. "Get in boys," I order to the other two who are amused by their teammate behavior. 

I go to the kitchen to do the final touches on the food while everyone else is having fun and playing FIFA. 

"What are you doing here anyway?" Thilo's voice scares me, I turn around to see him resting on the door frame.

"Excuse me?" I ask annoyed.

"This is a boy's meal, don't you see anyone's girl is here?" He asks in an obvious tone.

"What?" I'm gonna kill Kylian.

"What you heard." He takes a seat in the bar. 

"I didn't know," I admit feeling really uncomfortable. Suddenly, Kylian enters the room. "Why didn't you tell me only boys are coming?" I quickly question him and he hugs me.

"Because you wouldn't want to come." He confesses.

"But why did you bring me anyways?" I ask confused.

"I wanted to introduce you first to the boys my lady." He kisses my cheek but I try to turn him off because I'm pissed off.

When I'm about to say something a scream interrupts me. "Donatello! Your turn!" He rapidly lets go of me and runs to the living room while screaming "I love you!" To me.

I roll my eyes and sit in front of Thilo, who has been watching the whole scene. "What's your problem with me?" 

"You're gonna hurt him." He replies harshly.

"I would never do that." I express feeling angry.

"Yes, you are. Exactly like you did to me."