falling apart. | kylian mbappe

16.

My head and body hurt like hell. I'm inside the ambulance and I see people walking around and talking, I'm still confused. "Miss, we have already called your boyfriend." A woman lets me know.

"Excuse me, I don't have one," I replied confused.

"You had a contact saved as copied Kylian." She explains, oh I forgot to change the contact name.

"Oh shit! Where is my phone?" I ask her quickly, she turns around and hands me it.

I notice I have loads of texts from Thilo and calls, I call him back to explain that I'm fine, or that what I think.

"America! Where are you? How are you?" He screams at me and I hear voices in the back.

"Thilo I'm okay, I'm just a bit hurt and dizzy but don't worry," I explain him and he sighs.

"We were so worried for you." He says and I hear him discuss with someone. "Wait!" He yells.

"America are you okay? Do you need me to get there? Do you want to come here?" I detect Kylian's agitated voice.

"Hi, yes I'm good and no thank you," I answer.

"What happened? Is anyone there hurt?"

"I have no idea, apparently I passed out and I just regain consciousness."

"I was about to take the plane back to Paris." He admits and that makes me smile.

"Well, now you know that I'm okay," I say.

"If you need anything please call me." He offers.

"Okay, thank you."

"Give my phone!" I notice Thilo's voice and I laugh. "He just stole my phone damn. Anyways, I'm glad and happy that you're okay. As soon as I get back you need to explain everything." he demands.

"I will do Thilo, thanks for caring!"

"It's nothing, I'll catch up with your later we need to train." He informs.

"Bye." I let out and cut the call.

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I sit down with my ice coffee inside Starbucks while scrolling through my Instagram, I'm on it again. The accident was a week ago, I'm glad nothing happened to me because my broke couldn't pay for that. The boys are back in town, but none of them called me so I'm not gonna bother them.

My phone starts to ring and says No Caller ID. I frown and pick up. Maybe it's one of them.

"Bonjour." I try to sound serious.

"Good morning, sorry to be a bother. Am I having the pleasure to speak with America?"  A lady asks.

"Uhm yeah," I mumble. "Why? What is this about?" I ask confused.

"I'm calling from IMG Models. We would like to have an interview with you, actually to meet you in person." She explains.

"What? Sorry, I'm just confused, I don't understand why you want to meet me."

She laughs softly. "Can we set up a meeting and talk to you about it?" She questions.

I think about it but I finally decide to deny the offer. "No, I'm good. I appreciate the calling tho!" I quickly say and cut the call before I change my mind.

I look around confused why this weird situation, maybe it was a joke. I go back to Instagram and a post about Kylian catches my eye. My mouth opens wide, according to this he should have left for Real Madrid a few months ago but he didn't. I can't believe it. I need to call him.