serendipity ≫ mario götze

020

        I yawn and open my eyes. The hotel room is filled with the sunlight coming from outside and I was already starting to get really warm. The sun is burning on the windows and it's heating our room. I see Mario still sleeping next to me, and he is snoring – subtle, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to sleep myself. I try not to wake him up as I get out of bed to get me something to drink. There wasn't really a kitchen in this hotel room, but I had a bottle and there was a tap. I tiptoe through the halls and I am pretty sure Mario is a really deep sleeper, because clumsy me bangs her head to the door and Mario still doesn't wake up from my squirming. I climb back under the warm blankets and cuddle closer to him, not because I'm cold, just because I want to. I slowly fall back asleep again.

        “Lilly,” I hear a voice say to me and I am pulled away from the lovely dream I was having. I groan and let me be pulled out of the bed by Mario, “We have to go soon, the game is this afternoon.” Mario seems excited while I'm just really tired. He grabs my hands and pulls me up, “Let's get something to eat, you must be hungry.” At that moment, I'm aware that I'm practically in my underwear and that I might not look cute at all with my bed hair, which honestly looks more like an afro, but Mario still kisses my lips and grins while he combs his fingers through my messy hair.

        “Food,” I roar, “That would be absolutely fantastic.” I'm not sure whether it would be appropriate to go down to the breakfast cafeteria in these clothes, so I put on some more reasonable clothing and put my hair up in a bun and it looks horrible. Mario is wearing sweats and a shirt and even while wearing that, he looks stunning and extremely cute.

        Hand in hand we walk downstairs and being healthy by not using the elevator. I know, applause is welcome, especially so early in the morning. I try not to fall over some things and when we arrive in the cafeteria, many of the girls and guys are already sitting there, all dressed up great and looking perfectly fine, at this time in the morning. I glare at Mario, who is clearly focused on the food on the table. I did know he was an eater, but I didn't know his focus could disappear so quickly from me to food. Then again, I would've done the same.

        “Lillian, Mario,” a guy nods at us and points at some chairs next to him. He starts talking in German – but not the normal German, but the extremely fast German that I have unfortunately not mastered yet. I don't know exactly who it is, but I must have met him, or he must have seen me or heard of me before, because he knew my name. I try to find eye contact with Lara who seemed to be following the conversation.

        “Who is that?” I mouth to her. And she whispers back: “Bastian Schweinsteiger.” I nod, pretending to know who he is, because he kind of seems like a big deal. He is cute though. I haven't seen any footballer in this time that doesn't look cute or adorable in some way. I take a sandwich and cover it up with a thick layer of Nutella, because who doesn't love Nutella. And I repeat this about 3 times, while I try to listen to the conversations happening around me. Mario is resting a hand on my knee and I shift around. He looks at me and gives a devious smile. I suddenly feel extremely warm and chuckle lightly while drinking my orange juice.

        “Mariooooooo,” I whine to him while looking through my suitcase. He glares at me as he packs the stuff he has to bring to the game, “What can I wear?” He laughs and then looks back in his suitcase and throws me an older jersey. I smile and I smell it. It smells just like him and that's just great. I strip off my shirt and get it on. It's a little bit too big, but it matches my shorts and it looks cute. At least that's what I assume. I look at Mario and pose for him. He gives it a thumbs up and I jump onto him and he nearly falls over. He catches me in time and I warp my arms around his neck.

        “You look really cute,” he whispers in my ear, “I don't know if I'll be able to concentrate on the game when I know you look this cute in my jersey.”

        “I'm sorry, I can't help it, dear,” I say to him and I kiss his cheek, “Shouldn't we go already?” I mention it as I glance at the clock behind me and see that it's close to leaving time. Mario nods and lets go off me. Together we walk to the bus and this is where we are separated. I sigh, as I don't really want to be without him, but I'll see him later on the field. I meet up with Lara and we sit in the bus together that brings us to the stadium. Some of the people behind us – we sit in the front – are really chatty and we keep at a low tune, because we'll need our voices for the game.

        We arrive and it's busy. Of course we are led in through another door, but still you can see the big crowds that are here for the game between Portugal and Germany. I gasp at the sight of the stadium, it's absolutely stunning. I was really excited to see my boyfriend - yes it sounds great, doesn't it? - play.

        I smile widely when we are getting our seats. The game wouldn't start in an hour but it's just great to see how all the fans swarm in, most of them in big groups and most of them seem really joyful about it all. And despite the fact that I can't play football, I'm really exited for it. Yes, I said football, not soccer. And I look on my watch to check the time, when I realize the time is hugely displayed on the scoreboard. I chuckle to myself and look around me to see how all the other girls that I have talked to are doing. Most of them are making selfies or texting or whatever they're doing on their phones and I'm just waiting for Mario to come out.

        The clock is ticking and then finally. FINALLY, they come out of the tube and I smile widely as I wait for Mario to come out near the end. Would he play? Won't he play? I wasn't sure, did Mario know because he hadn't told me that. I really want to see him play. Then again, I can't really clearly see who all is playing, but I know that Mario is number 19, so that's what I'm looking for. I hope he knows that I'm sitting here. Eye contact can't really be made from this distance...or can it?

        They line up for the national anthem, that I haven't learned yet. Damn. I should ask Mario next time and then I look at the line up to see whether Mario is playing. And he is. I squeal. The song starts to play and I pretend to sing along while I am rather embarrassed that I don't know this. Then again, I wouldn't completely know the American anthem either. 

         The Portuguese anthem is played and that's a fascinating language I must admit. They take their positions on the field and I feel my heart beating faster. I'm excited. I really hope they will win. A minute later the first ball is being played and things get serious. My hearts beats faster when Mario touches the ball and they come closer to the goal. I hold my breath a couple of times within the first 5 minutes. How is this going to end? 

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Short chapter, I know. Not so much going on either. It's kind of like a filler as I was extremely stressed and I didn't know what to write and I didn't feel like writing either. I'm okay now, and I'm hoping to write some more this week. Anyways, where I was going with this piece of text is that someone awesome dedicated a story to me about Marco Reus. It's called Mending Hearts by Adorabolical21. I hope you will bare with me as I try to finish this story at some point and hopefully you don't mind my unfrequent updates because school is starting this monday. Thanks again for reading. You're all awesome!