falling apart. | kylian mbappe

13.

"Okay, now tell me what is going on here. Am I being a prank or something?" I ask extremely irritated.

"Oh what, you're now gonna play dumb with me America?" He asks annoyed too, I don't understand.

"I seriously don't know what are you talking about for God's sake!" I'm starting to raise my voice.

"You're something else." He mumbles and leaves the kitchen, leaving me extremely confused.

I stay in silence waiting for the pizza to cook. "Hey, is there something wrong?" The Spanish boy asks gently.

"No, everything is fine." I rapidly answer him smiling, I'm not gonna make a scene here.

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"So, did you have fun?" Kylian smiles at me as we walk inside our home, I rather call it his.

"Yes, your teammates are pretty fun," I answer him. "How was the food I cooked?"

"As good as my girl." He hugs me from behind.

"2018 Donatello to keep appropriating women like objects!" I scold him and he laughs.

"You don't even let me do cliche stuff anymore!" He screams and I smile.

"It's no longer cliche, it is called patriarchy!" I yell back.

"Okay, then the food was as good as you. Now it's fine?" He questions and I nod as a response. "I'm gonna take a shower because I lied to you today and I didn't take one after the game." He admits.

"Kylian! That's disgusting! I hate you!" I yell and he laughs out loud running to the bathroom before I slap him.

I go to the living room and turn on the TV, whilst I'm watching My Best Friend, one of my favorite French movies, I hear a phone ring. I look at mine inside my pocket but it isn't. The phone keeps ringing and I notice it's Kylian's. I get up and grab it from the table. It says No Caller ID. I decide to answer since this is getting annoying. I slide my finger though the screen and put it on my ear.

"Combien de temps allez-vous prendre pour venir ici? (How long will you take you to come here?)" A masculine voice speaks and I stay in silence, I don't recognize the voice but it sounds old and raspy. "Kylian?" He insists and I quickly cut the call.

Who is calling Kylian and where is he supposed to go at 2 AM? Once again on the same night, I'm feeling confused. I put his phone in silence and leave exactly where it was.

He walks down and takes a seat beside me on the couch. "What are we watching?" He asks putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Your phone was ringing so I put it on silence," I tell him careless changing the subject.

"Who was it?" He asks getting up and grabbing it.

"No idea," I reply.

"Fuck." He murmured.

"What's wrong?" I ask kinda worried.

"Nothing, I need to go." He answers running upstairs to get his shoes. 

I get up from the couch and follow him through the stairs. "What do you mean you need to go? Where to? It's like 2 AM!" I question him amused by his behavior.

"A friend needs me!" He yells and kisses my forehead quickly running downstairs.

"Kylian!" I scream running behind. "What is going on?" I try to stop him but he is already inside the car waving at me. "What the fuck." I curse to myself.