Two Different Worlds { Kylian Mbappé }

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He was quite good looking, i'll admit. Broad shoulders and a nice smile.
He stood there with a video game controller in his hand.
"Well is she here?"
"Who?"
Is he being serious-
"..Brooklyn."
He raised his eyebrow and shook his head slowly in confusion.
Well that's perfect. I've got the address wrong, which means i'm gonna have to call her back and try and find her and-
I sighed loudly. Honestly my mood was rotten, i was tired and wanted my bed. I was not about to meet up with her now.
"Erm is everything..." I looked up at the boy who was staring at me quite impatiently.
He looks so familiar. Where have I seen him before?
I looked down at my watch. It's nearly midnight.
"Yeah, sorry for keeping you from your game." i said irritated. It's not the kids fault - it's just cold and dark and i shouldn't be out in an area i don't know right now. To think i was going to wear my club outfit to hers - if she hadn't told me to get ready at hers i'd be in a short skirt in this freezing weather with a face full of makeup gone to waste.
I looked back at him & he looked quite offended.
Am i tripping or does he look mad familiar !
"Do you know wh-"
"Have i seen you before somewhere?"
For some reason he smirked at me and chuckled. He held out his hand,
"I'm Kylian. Kylian Mbappé." He looked at me in anticipation- i'm sorry did i miss something?
I just sorta looked at him weirdly before it struck me. That name. I know why he seems so familiar now.
Holy shit.
"Oh." Is all i managed to get out. That smirk widened, I could tell he was enjoying this.   Well not for much longer, i wasn't gonna let him.
"I'm celine." I took his hand "My brother watches football religiously, that's where i know you from." i smiled at him
"Well it took you quite long to recognise me" He crossed his arms and looked at me, amused.
"Well i mean, if you were Neymar or someone else that gorgeous, i would've recognised you instantly!" That cocky smirk dropped. I couldn't help but laugh. I've been told before that my laugh was contagious, which is probably why he couldn't help but laugh a little too.
"Alright ha ha very funny." He smiled,
"So celine, may i ask what you're doing at my doorstep at.." He looked at his watch. "11:47pm on a Thursday night?"
Thats a pretty nice watch, jesus my months rent is on his wrist.
"Long story. Anyway, are you not gonna invite me in? It's freezing out here!" I rolled my eyes.
He looked surprised ; "Oh erm-" He nearly stumbled trying to open the door up for me which made me snigger.
"I'm kidding, it's almost midnight and i gotta go. Nice meeting you though." I turned away to walk to my car before he stopped me.
"Dyou live far? You can stay here if you want"
Lmao. i laughed at his joke, waiting for him to join in with the laughter but he just stood there. This kids serious?
"Wait, what? So because you're a footballer i'm just supposed to trust you? Bro, i met you 3 seconds ago. i have a home to get to, thanks."
I said the 'thanks' bitterly before turning back once again, only to be stopped again.
"i was trying to be nice, its really dark. You sure you don't at least want me to take you home?"
?? What the fuck is going through this guy's head? I could shout but it would be pointless - guys i've just met never seem to understand why i get angry after they've offered something pointless to me and i've kindly declined. I don't want another drink, I don't want you to take me home, I don't want to stay the night. I don't know who you are. Instead i took a breath and smiled at him.
"That's okay, i don't live too far from here. Besides you're busy." I motioned to the controller in his hand.
"Okay, if you're sure. But-"
"it was nice meeting you, Kylian! Good luck with your next game or whatever." I was honestly waffling at this point - i just wanted to get to my car.
He was still in his driveway and watched me drive away. He stood awkwardly and sort of half waved as i drove off.
I pulled up to a red light.
What just happened ? I burst out laughing. Is this even real? This is gonna be a hard story to tell my friends. I smiled.
Hmm. Maybe i should've been nicer to the footballer.
Oh well. Now i need to think of an excuse to tell Brooklyn.