stuck on you || draxler

dix-huit

jeudi 11:35

"Hey there Adidas girl." Julian almost pulled Marcelle into his flat as she stood in front of his door. It was only eleven o'clock, and he just arrived back from training, but he's always down to see Marcelle anytime, anyday.

She laughed and pushed him roughly on the shoulder. "Shut up."

"What? I told you!" He pulled her into his embrace. "I told you that if you ever got a sponsorship with Adidas and we got together, we'd be an Adidas couple."

"But no one else really knows that we're dating," she mentioned, peeling herself off of his body.

It was yesterday that Marcelle had signed a sponsorship with Adidas. It took only four matches with PSG Féminines, in which she proved her love and excellence to the sport, to tell the entire world that she was serious about football. However, it only took one Instagram picture posted by Julian for everyone to think that they were in a secret, long-term relationship, as if they already weren't.

Apparently, Julian put Marcelle's sponsorship and his sponsorship to create this ridiculous claim that they were meant to be.

"So what are you doing here?" he asked her, running his hands through his hair.

Marcelle crossed her arms as she strode into his flat, leaning against the wall. She shrugged. "Did you not want me to be here?"

"No—yes." What? "Whatever, I was just asking—"

"I guess I'll just leave then," she chirped turning to head towards the door, only to be stopped by Julian tugging the back of her sweatshirt, pouting.

Wow, how is he a footballer again? How did I end up dating him?

She laughed into his chest as he pulled her in, placing a kiss on her temple. "I wanted to stop by this morning because I feel like we never see each other that much anymore."

"Never is a very strong word," Julian raised his eyebrow jokingly.

"No, like we don't spent enough time together anymore," she explained. "We're always busy with footballer duties and plans with friends, we never really have the time to go out and do something...amazing."

Marcelle was right in every single way. She knew that earning the chance to do what she loved meant the sacrifice of so many things she wanted so badly to do, but she was just blinded by it when she and Julian connected.

Now, it wasn't like there was anything they could do. They might as well just roll with it.

He headed towards the kitchen with Marcelle following behind as he took a look through his cabinet. "Well you, little Miss Popular, here are basically taking the entire world by storm. I don't think there is a day that passes by where there isn't someone wanting to take a picture with you instead of me."

Her cheeks reddened a little and her lips formed a smile. She had become a role model for all, and she hadn't even thought of it.

"What I'm trying to say is," he continued, "this is the life of a professional athlete. If this is all becoming too much for you—"

"Oh, I'm not here to break up with you. Fuck that," she stated, snorting right after. "I came here because I can, and because I miss you."

A smile immediately grew on his lips and his face flushed with happiness. "But I came over to your place, all day yesterday. Even when you went to training."

Julian came to Marcelle's flat at exactly seven o'clock in the morning to be greeted by her grouchy morning ass and a sandwich warming up in her beloved toaster oven. And when he said he didn't leave at all, he really didn't.