falling apart. | kylian mbappe

15.

"Can you stop drinking?" Victor asks me annoyed and I laugh as I sip on my vodka drink.

"Why?" I try to say. "Life is better like this!" I yell and Victor puts his hand on my mouth.

"Be quiet!" He whispers screaming and I keep laughing.

The look in his eyes is telling me that he is really mad at me right now. 

"Where is Nathan?" I question him curious and he denies with his head. 

"You know what? I'm leaving. It's time for you to realize by yourself. It seems like I ain't helping at all. I'm sorry America." He turns around and leaves me all by myself inside the club.

I look around confused, sad and dizzy. I walk outside the club trying to see if I can catch up with Victor but I don't see him anywhere. It's pouring rain.

I start walking while singing a Drake song, people look at me weirdly and some other drunk ones sing along. I don't know where I am going but this road seems familiar. I take off my shoes and I feel like in a deja vu.

I stop in front of a well-known house. I put the code I know by heart and the door opens. Once I'm inside I make my way towards the front door. I knock a few times but no one answers so I slip my phone out of my pocket and make a call. 

"America?" A male voice picks up.

"Let me in!" I scream laughing extremely tipsy cutting the call.

I lean on the door and keep singing. The door suddenly opens making me fall inside the house.

"Oh mon Dieu!" The French boy yells and tries to pick me up from the floor.

"Ouch." I murmur disoriented as I try to decipher what just happened. "Oh, hi baby!" I take a look at Kylian.

"Unbelievable." He mutters. "What happened to you? Your clothes are wet!" He scolds.

"I think it may be raining a bit." I laugh out loud again and he rolls his eyes. He puts my arm on his shoulder groaning. "Where are you taking me to?" I ask him.

"To the bed." He answers irritated by my behavior.

Once we are upstairs he puts me slowly on the bed. I remember I was singing before so I start singing again. "Do you know I want to be a singer?" I ask him cheerful and he chuckles.

"Yeah well please don't." He replies. "Wait there I'm gonna look for dry clothes." He orders and runs out of the room.

KYLIAN

I run towards my room.  Scratching the back of my head I find an old Monaco jersey and grab one of my training shorts. I quickly go back into the guest room just to find her struggling while taking off her shirt. My eyes zone on the movement but I rapidly snap out of it. "America, hold up!" I yell.

"But I'm uncomfortable!" She protests. "Help me out Kylian." She demands and I throw the clothes on the bed.

I get closer to her and help her take off her shirt, nothing I haven't seen before. "Here." I put the Monaco jersey on.

"Thanks." She murmurs and sits on the bed taking off her pants. I pass her the short and she stands up once more on shaky legs and holds onto my shoulders while putting it on.

She looks at me kinda intense with her hands on my shoulder. "Uhm," I say and she smiles.

"Do you know how much I love you right?" She asks.

"No, I don't." I make her sit down on the bed again.

"Well, I do." She admits. "Because you're a force of nature but someway, somehow and somewhat we always fall apart."