Borrowed • Jesse Lingard

twenty.

Arriving in Paris I make my way to apartment in a cab. I don't know what I did to deserve this but my company are paying for the most amazing apartment with views of the Eiffel Tower. What could be more iconic? Of course I'm still hurting over the whole Jesse situation but I have to be a big girl and move on. My life can't revolve around him. Living in Paris is a chance for me to start over, okay it might only be three months but who knows? I might find Paris is the city for me.

Weeks later I find myself loving Paris, granted I haven't seen much of the city thanks to throwing myself into work but I love my job and the people I've met are lovely. More specifically two girls named Chelsea and Hannah who live in the apartment next door to me and both work with me. They've helped settle in so quickly and more than I ever thought I could.

"Montana are you coming out with me and Hannah tonight? Please come. I know you're off work tomorrow" Chelsea says as we sit in Starbucks in the airport drinking white chocolate mocha's. Our shift finished twenty minutes ago but neither of us can be bothered to leave yet.

"I don't know. I haven't felt like going out much lately" both being from England, Hannah and Chelsea know about my history with Jesse and how recent it was. They knew bits from the press releases however I told them the whole story. I felt it was only fair that I was completely honest with them.

"Come on, don't be boring. Forget that weasel of a man he isn't worth it. He doesn't deserve to have you being so down over him" listening to Chelsea I cave in. Jesse Lingard will not rule my life.

"Okay! I'll come out. First sign of a footballer and I'm gone though" I say knowing there's a PSG home game tonight and they're bound to be out celebrating somewhere afterwards.

A few hours later I find myself stepping out of the cab at L'arc. Apparently it's the place to be if you're clubbing in Paris and from the queue outside I'm guessing they're not wrong.

"How are we going to get in here?" I ask not having much hope of getting in and I don't fancy standing outside in a little dress and sky high heels.

"Relax. we've booked a table we don't need to wait" Hannah says walking straight up to the bouncers. Smugly I walk passed everyone who is queuing pleased I won't be in their position.

"You two are full of surprises!"

"Your first night out in Paris has to be memorable" Chelsea shouts pulling us over to our table. It's rammed inside the club, I don't think I've seen somewhere so full before however there's a high chance I'll be dancing on these tables later.

"Let's have a toast" Hannah says passing us a drink of some kind. Spotting a bottle of vodka on our table I assume that's what it is "To Montana joining us and the gruesome twosome becoming the three musketeers!"

Joining in the toast we spend the next few hours drinking and dancing. I don't remember the last time I went out without being on edge about the people who I was around in case I slipped up. I can't believe how quickly I've been accepted in Paris and this time it's purely because of me being myself and not because I'm Chris Smalling's sister. Squinting I look across the club, I know I've had a fair few to drink but I see someone walking towards us, it can't be.

"Neymar?" I shout as the figure approaches our table "Oh my god Neymar!" Realising it is actually Neymar and I'm not seeing thing I walk over to the Brazilian and hug him tight.

"It's so good to see you! What are you doing here? I thought you were in Australia you should have said you'd be in Paris!" Neymar says. What I didn't tell everyone in Manchester was that me and Neymar became friends after I worked with them in Oz and we speak regularly.