My German Footballer// An Erik Durm fanfic

Erik

Eliza: Good luck!

I smile and put my phone in my bag. Marco sits down next to me.

"Who were you texting?" He says smirking.

I shake my head. "Uh. Someone."

"Obviously. But who?"

"Eliza." I say looking off into the distance.

"You know you can't date her yet, right? You just 'broke up' with Claire. It'll look bad."

"I know. I'm not gonna date her yet. I'll just show her around Dortmund, and whatever happens happens."

"You like her don't you?" Marco asks.

"Why are you asking me so many questions?" I smile. "But to answer your question, yes, I do like her. She's different, you know?"

He nods. "She's American, not German, of course she's different."

"I didn't mean that. I mean that she can make me smile at everything she does. When I'm with her, I feel like I can actually be myself. Unlike when I was with Claire. Eliza's actually here, and I want to make her proud."

He nods. "Selene is here too, actually."

"Speaking of Selene. How are you guys doing?"

He smiles at her name. "We're doing good. We want to take things slow, you know. I know I'm going to miss her when she returns to America, but we don't want to think about that right now."

America. Great. What am I gonna do when Eliza leaves? I know I'll miss her. I'll miss her so much. I wish she could stay here with me in Germany, but I know she has her mom over there, and she starts her first year of college in September.

"Don't worry, mate. You and Eliza will be just fine. You guys will find a way, don't worry." Marco says, as if he read my mind.

I nod. "I hope."

He pats my back. "You will. Now, let's go. We have a game to win, and you have a girl to impress."

I smile and shake my head. I get up and walk towards the tunnel with Marco and the rest of the team.

We line up in the tunnel and the kids come. I grab the little girls hand and smile at her. She smiles back. She has crystal blue eyes and her blonde hair is tied back. I immediately feel protective towards her. I don't know why, but every time I hold a little girls hand, I feel protective over her. I just hope that if I ever have a daughter, that I'll be a great dad.

We begin to walk out and I feel the little girls hand tighten around mine.

I lean down and whisper, "Wie heißt du , Schatz?" (what's your name, sweetheart.)

"Kathrin." She says.

"Hast du Angst, Kathrin?" (are you scared, Kathrin?)

She nods.

I smile at her. "Seien Sie nicht . Ich werde Sie schützen, ok?" (don't be. I'll protect you, ok?)

She smiles and nods. "My mum and dad left me." She whispers in English.

I look ahead and continue walking. "What?"

"They left me when I was three." Kathrin says. "They left me in Germany, and they returned back to Australia." She begins to cry a little.

I let go of her hand and pick her up in my arms. I hear the crowd say "awe."

"Who are you staying with?" I ask.