Countdown to Christmas. :: Marco Reus.

tame ::

// Marco //

She had gifted me a Christmas sweater, and had asked me to wear it in Bayern's last game today against Mainz away from their home.

If Amelia wasn't my girlfriend, I really would have strangled someone. But I'll do it. I know I sound reluctant, but I'm happy to spend even 90 minutes with her, sitting peacefully on the arena's chairs, yelling our poor lungs out, hugging strangers, and for me - most importantly - watching her smile.

I hate it when I can't give comfort to her, and if this is the last thing I do on earth, let it be that I have made her feel secured beside me that day.

That I, Marco Reus, has made her feel safe, wanted, and loved.

Amelia's sweater, now in my hand, felt heavy. I usually don't wear these kinds of things.

No.

I don't wear this style at all. I like black, white - the neutral colors. Stay off me with the red, green, yellow shit.

I wore the sweater over my bare body, re-organizing my disheveled hair that was once in its own blonde-brown glory by the mirror. I had myself a pair of easy to match jeans and some gray sneakers - so I look less idiotic to everyone.

I walk out our bedroom door to see Amelia, dressed in all her Bayern "babies" as she'd call them. Even I was off-limits to that closet of hers.

Amelia had on a vintage jersey, the one where they had the golden patch, from the match that they won over us in the Champions League back in Wembley 2013. She had tucked in the oversized jersey into her jeans, and rocked a pair of colorful sneakers with her Bayern beanie and supporter scarf.

Shame she didn't support Dortmund. I would have grabbed her so many merchandises of me, gave her my jerseys and let her wear it with pride with my last name on it.

I saw Amelia's mouth move, but I didn't hear anything at all. Was I too mesmerized by her?

"Marco? Marco!" I could hear her now.

"Y-Yes," Fuck. I stuttered again. "I am here. I'm ready to go, are you done?" I watch her nod and run down the stairs to claim the driver's seat.

She remembered that I haven't got my license renewed yet.

I slowly followed after her footsteps, shaking my head and grinning from shoulder to shoulder.

Oh, how I loved her.

// Amelia //

I felt accomplished. I actually managed to convince Marco to come with me to a Bayern game! I got myself into the car and squealed. Even though I will have to drive for three hours in order to make it to Mainz, I'll do it!

I'll do it for Marco!

Marco unlocked the passenger door and got in, buckling his seatbelt. "Are we ready?" Marco asked, looking to me. I nodded in return, and pulled away from the driveway.

I made my way onto the highway, following the navigation of the GPS, which spoke in English - thankfully.

"I messed with the settings to give you English. Or else it'd be speaking German right now," Marco had answered my question, chuckling. My hand left to go smack him, but I got teased more. "Hey, two hands on the wheels!" Marco mimicked my voice. I used to tell him that all the time when he drove without minding our safety. "Can I play some JB?"

"Can you not?"

"No, but I want to play that song with him and Mariah Carey in it. You know? The..." Marco paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "All I want for Christmas is youuuu... youuuuu, ooh, baby!"