PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

6 | Late At Night

"Can I sleep in here?", a sleepy Kylian asked.

"Um no?", I questioned back before he rolled his eyes and walked past me. "I need a place to stay". I frowned closing the door and rubbing my eyes.

"What are you doing, I said no? Plus your girlfriend will find it kind of sketchy you staying in my room?". He shrugged getting into my bed, I quickly rushed over pulling the sheets from his grasp. "No no no, this is my bed, if your so desperate to stay you sleep elsewhere but this is my bed".

He looked around in silence. "I don't see another bed".

"Well take the couch".

"There is no blankets". This boy. I walked away finding him a fluffy blanket and extra pillows only to return to him snuggled up in my bed. "No", I spoke narrowing my eyes at him as he smiled gently.

"Just get in, I'm not sleeping on the couch".

"No I am, I'm not sharing a bed with you", I walked over to the couch located a few steps away from the bed. "Suit yourself more room for me" he said happy with the fact he got the bed to himself. Am I just suppose to ignore that Kylian Mbappé has knocked on my door at 2 o clock in the morning and taken over my bed?

Once I placed the cushions all nicely I laid down I tried to get back to sleep which I found quite hard with Kylian constantly moving.

"Kylian", I scolded "Stay still".

"I can't these beds are so uncomfy and how the hell do you sleep in satin sheets, I'm sliding all over". I didn't respond and closed my eyes once again. Finally managing to drift off...only for about 30 minutes.

"Oh my GOD, what are you doing now?", I said to Kylian as I heard stirring in the kitchen. "Your so annoying can't I get to sleep!".

"I'm thirsty". I heard his small voice reply.

"Are you serious?!", I yelled promptly standing up and walking to the kitchen once I heard him click on the coffee machine.

Standing in the doorframe I saw Kylians body faced away as he looked at the view of Paris with his arms folded waiting for the coffee machine to finish.

"Kylian", I said. "Your being such a shit guest right now...Kylian!!", I yelled, my eyes softening once I saw him sigh. "Are you alright?".

I walked up to him slowly as I could hear little sniffles. "Are you crying?".

"No", he quickly said using his tshirt to wipe his tears.

"Whats wrong?".

"Nothing, just leave it", he said rudely, snatching his arms away when I tried to grab it. I watched him quickly make his coffee then walk back into the bedroom.

"I'm not stupid, what's going on?", I followed and sat on the edge of the bed as he sat at the head.

"Did I not say to leave it? You don't know me I don't know you this is not your problem", he snapped.

"Well you kind of made it my problem when you woke me up demanding to sleep in my room, now your in the kitchen crying and you think I'm not going to say anything", I explained. "So once again, what's going on?".

He sighed and looked at me shaking his head as he drank his coffee. "Are you always this patronising?".

"Patronising? Don't make me laugh", I said as he let out a little laugh. Well thats a first.

"God", he mumbled. "Fucking girls, they stress me out".

"Problems with your girlfriend?", I asked.

"She's not my girlfriend", he snapped. I quickly realised he had obviously broken up with her.

"Ooo", I said. "Breakup?". He nodded. "Uh maybe you'll get back together some time?", I said offering my really shit advice. It was hard, I didn't know Kylian and I definitely didn't know his girlfr-..ex girlfriend.

He shook his head moving his finger round the rim of his coffee cup. "No this is the first time we have said we don't want each other. Course we have head plenty of arguments but I always run after her, we always resolve it but tonight...I don't know I just let all the shit go I told her how much I didn't want to be in the relationship, I felt bad but she-...sorry I don't know why I'm telling you all this you don't know anything about us-".

"I might not know you but I do know talking about problems helps a lot". I spoke softly, "What are you? My therapist?", he sniggered.

I glared at him confused. "Your so confusing one minute you seem alright then the next you snap like an angry bitch, I think you have bi polar Kylian".

"Sorry, I just feel so messed up at the minute. I don't mean to be rude it just comes out without me thinking. I am a nice person, honestly".

"Hm yes", I rolled my eyes. We stayed in silence for a few seconds, none of us knowing what to say before he spoke up gently. "She was too controlling", he spoke. "I really did like her but she was always trying to tell me what to do, what time I should be back, who I should be hanging out with. I can't cope with that shit I feel restricted, and it's annoying I felt like I can't do shit without her eyes on me. I put up with it for so long because I thought it was just what girlfriends do but when the guys at the club started taking the piss and telling me they didn't like her and she was changing me, I just thought no...fuck", he put his head in his hands rubbing his head. "I really did fucking like her".

"Hey", I spoke gently. "I don't think anyone likes being told what to do, I know if my boyfriend tried to tell me what to do I'd probab-".

"You have a boyfriend? You never mentioned it?", he said looking up at my. I frowned. "Well no considering this is the first proper conversation we have had". I laughed.

"Is he from France?".

"Jesus no, I only just got to France two days ago and you think I already managed to pocket myself a french boy. He's from England".

"Oh", Kylian said trailing off. "What's his name?".

"Lucas", I replied. "Why?".

He shrugged looking at the time. "Just wondering, we should get to bed we have to be up in a few hours".

"Right", I said confused at the sudden change in conversation but to be fair it was almost 3:30am.

"I'll take the couch", Kylian said walking towards the three piece sofa set.

"Good it was uncomfy as hell", I spoke as he chuckled.

"As is your bed", I shrugged saying goodnight before climbing into bed, the familiar satin sheets engulfing my body letting me drift off to sleep.