PARIS | Kylian Mbappe

17 | Sleepover

"Kylian what are you doing, I need to go home", I said as we both sat in the back of a car. "Bonjour Jean! Long time no see". I smiled widely once I caught eye of him in the drivers seat.

I heard him chuckle. "Bonjour Miss Savanna, been on the drink tonight I see".

"Just a little", I giggled making a tiny gesture with my fingers. "Kylian seriously I need to find a way home tonight", I said to him.

"I'm taking you home", he replied as I swung my legs over his.

"Oh", I said. "My feet hurt".

"And what do you want me to do about that?", he said and pushed my legs off his.

"Please take my shoes off", I asked fluttering my eyelids. I honestly didn't know what I was doing right now, my mind was sober but my lips and actions were drunk.

"No ew I hate feet", he spoke. I huffed and rolled my eyes leaning down to try and take my heels off but for some reason when your drunk your hands will not allow you to do that. "Oh my god", he finally gave in watching me struggle as he pulled my legs onto his knees and began go unbuckle the straps of my heels. "Don't move I don't want your feet touching my hands".

"Your such a baby", I rolled my eyes.

"And your such a drunk", he hit back.

"Am not", I huffed as we came to a stop as he pulled my heels off and handed them to me. I thanked Jean before opening the car door and stepping out

"Are you going to be alright? Can you make it to your hotel room?", Kylian said behind me and before I could respond as soon as one foot hit the ground I was back on the floor. "Évidemment pas alors (Obviously not then)", I heard Kylians voice mumble again as he chuckled watching me try and stand up but miserably failing.

"I'll be fine", I said but before I knew it Jean was driving off and Kylian was walking me inside. "Shall I call you a taxi?".

"No I can make my own way home I'll be fine, come on, let's get you up to your room". It was fair to say I could walk, not in a straight line but I could walk. I hated when I got like this, I was never a big drinker so when I did drink the tiniest amount it didn't end up going well for me.

After finally reaching my room, we walked inside. "My god I need a peppermint tea". I said dropping my heels and walking straight into the kitchen. "You want one?", I shouted.

"Not if your making it", I heard him laugh. Just because I was a little drunk didn't mean I couldn't make a simple cup of peppermint tea. Oh how wrong I was. I screamed in pain when I spilled a little boiling hot water on my hand. Quickly rushing in at the loud sound, Kylian grabbed my hand and pulled it under cold water.

"Tu es tellement stupide (Your so stupid)", he laughed looking at my hand.

"Thanks for warning me", I huffed having no idea what he just said.

"About what? You tried to make a tea whilst drunk, how was that bound to turn out well", he continued to laugh telling me to leave my hand under the tap as he went to grab some ice.

"Thank you", I said as he placed an ice bag on the burn.

"You shouldn't drink, you really can't handle it", he said. I frowned, sat on the counter top.

"Handle what? I'm not drunk", I said. "What time is it?".

"Exactly my point proven. It's just hit 11pm and your already home". He chuckled.

"Your home too", I responded.

"I came home to look after you not because I drank too much".

"You didn't have to look after me".

"So did you want me to just leave you on the pavement on your own?", he questioned as I shook my head quickly.

"Wanna watch a film?", I said randomly putting on a film on anyway. "I like White Chicks, you ever seen it?".

"Obviously", he said as if it was a stupid question. I looked at him and frowned.

"So-rry I don't know what you have in this weird country", I mocked.

"Weird country? France is the best country, we are going to win the World Cup this year", he spoke proudly.

I rolled my eyes. "I wish I knew more about football to know what that means". He laughed sitting down next to me on the couch. His phone on the coffee table in front of us chimed, I quickly picked it up.

"It's Emma", I said a little too harshly handing him his phone.

"What's up with that?", he said.

Realising I was expressing a little too much hatred, I quickly perked up and smiled. "Nothing, what did she want?".

His eyes moved from the text. "She just wants to meet up tomorrow that's all".

"Doesn't she stay in this hotel?", I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah but she went to Lyon yesterday for the night for buisness or something. That's why she couldn't come tonight".

"Oh", I said. Shame, I thought. "I don't mind if you stay the night by the way, I'll take the couch you can have the bed, just so it saves you going all the way back home but it's up to you".

"Thank you", he said. "But I'll take the couch, you can have your bed. It's uncomfy".

"Enjoy the couch then", I shrugged carefree going into the bathroom to get changed into my pyjamas.

After having my wash and getting into my comfy clothes I walked back into main living area to see Kylian sat in just his boxers.

"Jesus you could have warned me", I said covering my eyes as I passed him some duvets and pillows.

"Pourquoi? (Why?) I have nothing to be ashamed of", he laughed. omg. He grabbed the sheets covering himself noticing I felt a little awkward.

"Oh well, I'll see you in the morning", I said walking to my bed which was a merely 5 meters away from him since this hotel room was so open plan.

"Bonne nuit (Goodnight)", he replied and with that I was asleep faster than a panther sprinting across an open field.