Countdown to Christmas. :: Marco Reus.

possession ::

|| Amelia ||

I had gifted Marco 19 gifts. 19 different gifts to be exact. It ranged from jerseys, scarfs, sunglasses to a simple tie. But today was definitely something big. Something he'd never expect me to actually get - something he wouldn't think I'd be able to afford.

As if on cue, Marco came in, and a pink paper fling across the room, landing on the tiles next to the table. I walked over to Marco, taking his black leather jacket off him. For the first time, I was... afraid. I was afraid to speak up, and I had rarely felt that way around Marco. Ever since we've been together, Marco had made me feel comfortable everyday, and he never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do.

But I feel it. This time was different.

Marco threw his cap on the sofa, which slowly fell off onto the ground. I began to walk toward the sofa, wanting to pick up his cap.

"Forget it!" Marco screamed at me. For the first time. I felt my eyes water.

"But M-Marco-" I was interrupted. I had to stop myself from stuttering.

"I said forget it! Didn't you hear that!? Everything is so meaningless!" Marco clicked his tongue, and went into our room, slamming the door shut.

I felt my world collapse. Why must this happen to me right before Christmas? I wasn't weak; I know I wasn't supposed to let myself tear up. But I couldn't help it.

I picked up the cap by the sofa, and held it close to me, hoping to get a scent of Marco - even if it was a faint one. Tears started to fall, one then all at once like a river draining itself into the sea.

// Marco//

I am so stupid. I shouldn't have yelled at her like that. I pressed my ear to the door, Amelia's faint sniffling and her tears - they were painfully killing me. I had gotten a ticket of a huge sum today for driving without a license; but I shouldn't have taken it out on her. She was innocent; and I was the criminal.
It shouldn't have been her. I fucked up again.

I quietly open the door that separated us, and looked over to Amelia's crying figure, kneeling on the floor with my cap close to her chest. I know she was seeking comfort with my personal item when I should be the one giving it to her.

"Amelia," I walked over to her, kneeling down to her and tilting her chin. Her brown eyes were pure brilliance; I could stare at them all day if I had to. I kissed the falling tears away from her cheeks, and placed her head on my chest. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. It's just that I got a ticket for driving without a license for the last three years...and... I was so mad for a minute... I'm sorry. I love you, please forgive me..."

She shook at her head, still laying it on my chest. "It's okay, Marco. I forgive you. I love you more than anything else on this planet." Amelia was full of generosity; I honestly don't know what I had done to deserve her love for me. I placed a kiss on her forehead again, I never wish to hurt her. "Marco... You bring me comfort. You know my family is really far away, and you're always here with me."

She was wrong. I was always traveling around: with the German National Team and even with Borussia Dortmund. It's just that I got another injury prior, and I have the rest of the season to spend with Amelia. "I know what you're thinking, Marco. Football and leaving me alone for the next season when you're fit." I cling on to her harder; as if she was my life source.

"Yeah," How could she read me so well? "But I never want to leave you alone."

"And I'll try to be with you every match of the way. I want to see you succeed, play, and smile on the pitch."

I let out a small laugh. "Why if I don't succeed?"

Amelia shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Marco. It's on the pitch that you shine the brightest."

I felt my world fall upon her words. Dictionaries, thesaurus or any Wikipedia page could not have described my feelings for her. It was as if earth had been eaten up by aliens, and I had survived. Simply indescribable.

Her borderline hazel brown eyes bore into mines again. I couldn't resist to kiss her, and I did. "Amelia... Do you think I can tell the media about you?"

I knew she would have no complaints. And I was right. She nodded to my question. I would break it to the press tomorrow afternoon and talk about my violation.

A voice interrupted my thought. "Marco?" Amelia's wandering eyes rolled in front of my face, about two inches away. I took my chance to tackle her, pinning her wrists upon her head, which she laughed until I bended down to kiss her. "Your leg, Marco!" Her concerned voice was absolutely adorable.

"It's fine," I reply, even if it was sending strings of pain through my body each time. "I love you."

She giggled. "Me too."

I was about to bend down again to take her lips, but Amelia pressed lightly on my chest to stop me. I sent her a questioning look. "Don't you want your present?"

I nodded. It was already being a ritual - a fantastic ritual. Amelia pulled out a pair of keys from the pockets embodied on her sweatpant. "You bought a house for us?"

"No, Marco. It's a car."

What a taboo.

"But," I listened. "You're not allowed to drive it until you go get your license renewed."

What car was this anyway? I studied the simple keys.

"It's not a Bentley or a Ferrari, but... it's an Audi. It was the best I could afford. I'm sorry." I took her lips, pressing her soft cherry chapstick on my own honey one.

"I will love it, and I will get my license renewed. It won't happen again. I promise you, and all the people who still have faith in me. And I will drive this car with pride and drive you all over the place. I will fucking love it." Amelia smiled again, and gently pushed her lips to mine once more.

I push the keys aside from us for a brief minute, and pull her body close to my own. My cast was breaking me, but she mended me. I love her, and I will show her that I love her. Not only by words, but with actions. And I did that throughout the night.

//

Yaaaaassss, I'm back! Finally. After some thorough directions and encouragement, I decided to write again. The previous chapters will be skipped to lessen the story, but it will pick up again. I hope you guys don't mind that. Also! Can you guess what will happen on Christmas Day? ;-) Have fun guessing! Tell me which POV is better! Feedback really does help!