Can't leave U' alone! (Erik Durm)

Blame

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The first thing Erik did that morning was to check on Ivonne. He tried to be quiet enough for her not to wake up, although he was dying to get closer he respected her stayed at the door, glancing at her from there, making sure she was ok. After that he called Marco and invited him to have breakfast, he didn't think it was necessary to leave a note because he was going to be back real soon. Erik was waiting for Marco in a coffee place they always go when they are in Munich, he noticed people were alreayd looking at him, guessing who he is. A pair of kids approaching him and asked him for an autograph, which didn't bother him at all, it was girl his age that made him embarrassed. He was mostly shy around girls, Marco was the party guy, always outgoing and anxious to meet new people and have fun. He, instead prefered a quiet place, a good talk, intimate moments. Just when Erik was about to text Ivonne, Marco arrived to the place. 

"Hey" Marco whispered hoarsely, probably wanted to be in his bed instead. He was wearing a hoddie, as he did anytime he wanted to avoid public recognition. Something was wrong with Marco and Erik could easily see it in his features. They sat in silence for a while, waiting for their orders. Marco looked down the whole time, thinking Erik had seen the article about Ivonne and him. Erik was looking the right words to bring his friend back from grief. 

"So... what's up with you?" Erik finally asked. His tender tone made Marco believed he didn't have any idea of that stupid rumor, or he just ignored it and discarded as fake inmediately. He had to find out. 

"What's up with you?" Marco returned the question, trying to look in its words how much Erik knew.

"What?" Erik's answer revealed he didn't have knowledge of the rumor. He must have known Erik doesn't care about those things, he barely has an instagram. Marco found himself caught in the quesiton his friend just asked him. 'What's with him?' He hadn't told anyone what he's thinking mostly everyday, no one knows, they think they know but they are wrong. 

"So?" Erik kept pushing him to answer. Marco had friends, good friends but somehow he felt no one could understand what he's going through so he denied them the information. Maybe Erik knew, maybe Erik is the right friend. But before that, Marco felt obliged to confesses what he did last night. 

"Something happened last night" He began, looking down at his hand 

"With that girl Arya?" 

"No, Arya has nothing to do with anything" He lightened "I talked to your girl when you lot where dancing and... someone took a picture of us and posted on the internet" Marco deared to look at his friend who didn't seem to understand where Marco was going "... they think we're dating" 

"What? You and Ivonne?" His voice sounded full of distrust which made Marco's heart even more broken than it already is "Why would they invent something like that?" Of course it was a rhetoric quesiton but Marco felt suddenly under an interrogation, where he must tell the truth.

"I was... talking to her" He paused "... maybe closer than I should and I don't know someone saw it as an opportunity to gain some money, I don't know man..." 

"Why would you do that? Do you like her? Because I thought you hated her" Marco looked at him suddenly "I mean... because of how you treated her on dinner"

"I don't hate her"

"So do you like her?"

"What? No!"

"Then, what is it?"

"I was confused, I confused her..."

"With Arya? Wasn't she blonde?"

"I told you Arya has nothing to do with it. She reminded me to someone I met back in Ibiza"

"But you said you hadn't met anyone"

"Erik, I will tell you about that story later but I need you to understand that I have no intentions with Ivonne, she's nice, she's good for you. Please don't believe what they're saying"

"Of course I won't, I trust you and I trust her. You know I don't really care about gozzips, they are always inventing something knew, I'm not dumb" Erik sentenced and Marco felt how his heart repeared a bit. He thought Erik wouldn't insist on the other issue but... 

"So what's up with the girl from Ibiza?" He noticed his friend was having a really hard time talking about it, Erik had never seen Marco this bad over a girl. 

"Short story. We met, we had fun, she left, I left" 

"That can't be it..."

"No"

"Then?"

"She's from London...."

Marco kept telling him everything about his story with that girl. They talked all morning until they realized they had to be in training in no time. Erik didn't think something bad was going to happen, he thought several times in calling Ivonne but everytime someone interrupted him and he forgot. After training he went straight to his flat to pack his stuff for tomorrow and to finally spend some time with Ivonne. This time, Ivonne was nowhere to be found. 

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Hey lovelies ♥ 

I know this is not a long chapter but it's all I got for now :) I hope you enjoy it.

Uhm if you find weird that story of Marco, it's because I'm writing a fic about him as well and it's about Ibiza and this girl from London, if you are interested 

 http://www.wattpad.com/story/24821314-it-happened-in-ibiza-marco-reus-ff

Thank you so much for the readings! I never thought there would be so many people interested in the story, thank you, even the silent readers haha ♥

So, this chapter is dedicated to Football_ismybae because I know she's having a hard time with exams and homework so this si for you ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (AND BECAUSE HER PREFERENCES ARE THE BEST!)

Giss :)

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