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Lost then Found- Chapter 24

so hi! i'll just leave this here before i go to work and i hope you guys enjoy ok? it's a bit long and maybe a bit tedious to read and i'm sorry. i'm going to be busy the next few weeks because of work so i might not update as often. sorry. but i hope this long chapter will make up for it. enjoy~ :D

Thank goodness for the rain, the match was postponed to two days later. I felt better the next day and allowed myself to get out of bed and room since I pretty much was glued to the bed. Feeling bad for not telling Mr. Caraño anything, I went to give him a call and was surprised when he already knew why I didn’t come to the meetings or anything. He said the boys told him and I half-smiled. They were good for something after all. All morning, I avoided Mesut like a plagued and was always out of his sight. I thanked God for making me small and able to hide behind people. Surprisingly, Sami and Sergio didn’t mention anything about the event and I was only happy to go along like nothing was wrong between us but I knew they were waiting for me to say something about it. They would just have to wait longer though. Whenever Mesut was in the area, I would be like the wind and leave. I just didn’t want to deal with his broken promises and bullshit in the morning. I was too tired of hearing broken records. Because we had to use Dortmund’s facilities I left my team to find their opponents about to finish their training. Gripping the package in my hands, I grinned as I pinpointed Marco laughing and jumping unto of one of his teammates pretending he had a lasso in his hands. “Goofball.” I shook my head with a smile and watched as their coach called them together before dismissing them with laughter on their faces. Taking this time, I jumped unto the field. “Meerkat!” I was afraid he wouldn’t hear but was relieved when his head spun around trying to find my voice. I smiled as his face lit up when he finally saw me then opened up his arms as I launched myself at him. I laughed as he spun me around once before setting me back on solid ground. “Hi!” “Well hello. Look who dropped in. My little swan.” The crooked smile was on his face and I grinned at the nickname he placed on me. “What are you doing here? How’d you know I was here?” “I came here to give you your jacket back.” I saw him about to protest but I cut him off. “I was in the area and when I recognized you I had to. It’s only fair... Marco.” His eyes widened a fraction. “You know...?” “It was on the jacket.” I explained getting it out and pointing at the place. I looked up at him with a smile. “So much for being strangers huh?” He let out a small laugh and shook his head. “Maybe it was fate. But I don’t want it back. It’s yours.” I pouted. “But Marco-”

“Nope. I’m not taking it back.” He crossed his arms so I couldn’t force it into his hands. “I told you it’s for you to remember. I have loads more anyways.” “Fine.” I stuck my tongue out. “I’ll put it in the very back of my closet where it will stay collecting dust.” “Hey!” I laughed and smiled when he flung his arm around my shoulder. “Well you’re looking better.” “Maybe I’m just good at hiding things.” A somber smile appeared on my face and Marco opened his mouth but was interrupted by cat calls and hoots. I looked to the far end of the pitch and there was a couple of his teammates laughing and hip thrusting the air, pointing at the two of us. He ran a hand down his face. “I am so sorry. They are idiots.” “Speak for yourself.” I poked his chest teasingly. “Mr. I’m-a-cowboy-and-I’m-pretending-my-friend-is-the-horse.”

“Shut up. You saw nothing.” He scrunched up his nose before he started walking, pulling me along. “I want you to meet them.” “Guys, this is... um...” He turned to me with a sheepish smile. “You never told me your name.” Cue the teasing and laughter. After the short teasing of Marco not knowing my name was over, they bid me goodbye with smiles on their faces and kissy faces at him. They seemed like nice guys and the connection they had with each other reminded me of my own team, which I had forgotten about. “Well I’ll let you get shower and change because you’re sweaty and stinky.” I grinned at his deadpanned expression. “I have to go back to work.” I sighed, not wanting to leave his presence. Even though I didn’t like him like Mesut, his presence gave me a bit of fresh air. I didn’t have to mind what I do with him and that felt nice. “Whatever, Caeli. You know you like the smell of-” “Sweat and dirt? No thanks.” “Hard working men.” He opened up his arms and wiggled his eyebrows. “No! Get away from me. You already touched me once so now I have to shower again.” I laughed and started to run as he made a move to grab me. “Caeli!” I stopped as I heard two voices called my name; one in laughter and the other in urgency. “Gotcha!” Marco grinned as he wrapped his arms around me but let go when he saw I wasn’t laughing anymore. “What’s wrong? You okay?” His eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Yea. Sorry. I have to go back to work now. It was nice meeting you again. I hope I’ll see you soon.” I said quickly, my eyes never leaving the figure jogging to us from the distance. “What? Hey, Caeli. What’s going on? You okay?” He gripped my hand. “Yes. Sorry for cutting it short Marco. I’ll talk to you soon okay?” I smiled slightly at him, squeezing his hand a bit before running off, ignoring my name being called once more. I hid behind the wall as I saw Mesut talking with Marco with Sami coming right behind them. I sighed and moved away. I wonder if Mesut will tell him…

~

“Marco!”

The said person looked up from his phone and smile when he saw me walking towards him, giving me a one-arm hug once I had reached him.

“Hey. You’ve been waiting?”

“Not long.” I gave him a small smile. “Late lunch or early dinner with me? My treat.”

“I heard you have a team dinner tonight.” He raised a groomed eyebrow at me.

I shrugged. “They don’t need me there. Come on.” I tugged his hand and smiled when he let me lead him away.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I can’t let a pretty lady down.” I glanced up at him and grinned as he swung an arm across my shoulder. I felt his breath on my ear and tilted my head. “Plus we have business to talk about- a certain German named Mesut.” The smile dropped from my face and a sigh was heard.

Dammit. He told him.

~

“Maybe you should slow down there, Caeli.” Marco eyed me as I threw back my sixth shot of the night before taking my unfinished beer to chase it down. Yes, I am so hardcore.

“I’ve been needing a drink, Marco. You have no idea.” I slurred before slumping on the table with my head in my arms.

“You are pretty much drunk right now and you have a game tomorrow.” Marco let out a laugh and rubbed my back. “Am I gonna get in trouble with this since I didn’t stop you? Or wait… I actually did but you didn’t listen.”

“Shhh.” I threw my hands towards his face, which he grabbed and placed back down on the table. I sighed and turned to him. “Alcohol is my best friend. It makes the pain go away.”

He frowned and rubbed his neck. “Hey, Caeli, maybe you guys should talk it out-”

“Don’t say another word, Marco. You said you’d be on my side.” I glared at the German.

He held up his hands in defense. “I’m not on anybody side! I’m just saying-”

“Look. People say a lot of things and what they’re saying could be true or it could be a lie. We wouldn’t know now, would we?”

“Caeli-”

If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go. I can take you places you have never been before. Baby, take a chance or you’ll never ever know. I got money in my hands that I’d really like to blow~

We both looked at the phone vibrating on the table and I looked away with a smile, sipping on my glass of water. “I know that look. Don’t judge. I like his songs.” Marco scrunched up his nose at me as he grabbed his phone to answer it. I shrugged before smiling to myself. Note to self: Marco Reus is a giant Justin Bieber fan.

I caught some words from his phone call and narrowed my eyes. It has to be Mesut because Marco just turned away and speaking in hushed whispers and talking about something along the lines of ‘I’m trying to talk to her but she’s really stubborn about not talking to you.’ I frowned and took action.

“Caeli! What are you-?!” He shouted in surprise as I lunged on his lap to get the phone.

“Look here, you cheating bastard!” I wriggled out of Marco’s lap so he couldn’t take the phone away from me. “You know what you did and you know what? It’s fine. You can do whatever the fuck you want now because we are over. So go ahead and shag your- Hey! I’m not finished!” I shouted indignantly as I tried to reach for the phone but he said some quick words then hung up, placing it back in my hands.

I rolled my eyes and pushed it to the table. “I don’t want it now.”

“You are so drunk right now. Let’s get you home.” Marco sighed putting some bills on the table before trying to lift me out of my chair.

“No! If you want to go home you can but I’m gonna stay just a bit longer.” I replied stubbornly, not budging an inch. I knew I was being childish and the room was spinning a bit but it didn’t matter.

“You have a game tomorrow. Don’t forget that.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m just a medic. I don’t have to play.” I shook my head, laying my head down on the table again before rotating it to face him. “You know, if you’re a friend of mine, maybe you can lay a heavy tackle on Mesut.”

He raised his eyebrows at me and shook his head. “Not gonna happen. And you are going home. Come on.” He lifted me up from the chair.

I groaned and leaned against him, too sleepy now to resist. “Fine. I’ll let you get me out of the restaurant.”

The walk to his car was full of his complaining comments and my giggles as I gave him a hard time with me falling all over the place.

“What now?” He asked exasperated as I stopped for the nth time.

“Shuddap and let me be. Unless you want my throwup all over the car.” I stuck my tongue out before leaning over the sidewalk, the tightening in my chest rising higher. When nothing happened in the next few minutes, I straightened up and giggled nervously. “False alarm.”

“Dammit, Caeli. You need to go home ASAP. You are a weird, crazy drunk and he will kill me if anything happened to you.” He rolled his eyes and helped me walk the remaining steps to his car.

“He won’t do anything.” I sighed and leaned my head back in the comfy passenger seat as he shut the door. I lolled my head to the side as he jumped in and sighed. “Please don’t take me home, Marco. I really don’t want to go home.” My voice becoming smaller and smaller as I looked at him through half-closed lids.

“I know you’re mad and sad about him but look at you, Caeli…” He gave me a look of pity and I turned away.

“Don’t look at me like that. I hate when people look at me like that.”

“Hey, come on. Don’t be like this.” I felt his fingers gently trying to turn my face and I let him. “What happened to that strong girl I met?”

I didn’t answer but stared at his face. With the alcohol still running in my system, I almost forgot that he has pretty eyes.

“Well, thank you…?” He looked at me amusedly. I blinked in confusion until I realized that I voiced that out loud.

I sat up and giggled, poking his hair while looking at him through half-opened lids. “And your hair reminds me of a porcupine.” I rubbed the tips between my fingers before trailing my hands down his face, cupping his cheeks between them. Marco really was a handsome man.

“Uh… Caeli…?” He whispered as I leaned closer. I felt his hands heavy on my shoulder but there was no force pushing me back.

He was nice. He was gentlemanly. He was funny. He was caring. And I don’t think that he would cheat. Marco is trustworthy…

I wrapped my hands around his neck and pressed myself close, nuzzling his neck, not noticing that he stiffened up. I gently brushed my lips against the skin of his neck and his scent enveloped me- different from Mesut.

He’s not Mesut.

A sob broke out of me and instantly Marco’s hands were rubbing my back whispering comforting words in my ear.

“Am I not good enough?” My voice was muffled by his shoulder but he heard me as I felt him shook his head.

“No, don’t say that. You are good enough. Don’t ever think that.”

“But he-”

“Lapse of judgement.” He pushed me away from his shoulder and lifted my chin up, wiping my ever flowing tears away. “He was beating himself up, Caeli. He loves you. And you love him too. I can see that emotion from the both of you and-”

“I like you, Marco.”

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he sighed, unreadable emotions in his eyes. “You are so drunk right now, Caeli. You have no idea what you’re saying.”

I shook my head and planted a wet one on his cheek. “You, Marco…” I pointed a finger on his chest. “You are a very good friend. Very good…” I sighed as I rested my head on his shoulders, his comforting scent filling my nostrils as my eyes fluttered close. “Maybe if I had met you before…”

~

I groaned as I felt sunlight beaming through my closed lids. A pounding headache greeted me along with an unfamiliar room. Where am I? I rubbed the sleep away as I sat up and checked my surroundings. Okay. This is not my hotel room. I pressed the palm of my hand to my eyes so hard that phosphenes filled my vision as I tried to recall the night before.

“Oh my goodness.” I flopped back on the bed when bits and pieces of memories came back. “I am such an idiot. God, I will never drink again.” I bit my lip as memories of last night started to come back. I blinked as I realized something and looked down hastily, breathing a sigh of relief when I found that I had clothes on.

I ran a hand through my tangled hair before double checking on the clothes. “What the hell? These aren’t my clothes…” My eyes widened as I looked around the room.

“Morning sleepyhead.”

“Puta madre!” I jumped before calming my heart as Marco laughed from his position in the doorway. “You jerk!” I exclaimed, throwing a pillow his way. “You scared the crap out of me.”

He only laughed and came closer to place the glass of water and pills that he was holding on the bedside table. “I thought you might need this.”

“Oh yes please.” I quickly downed the tablets and water before nodding to the room then back at him. “Your place?”

“Well you said you didn’t want to go home…” He trailed off, his eyes looking off into the distance.

I nodded before looking down at the clothes I was wearing. “You’re clothes?”

“I didn’t see anything.” He blurted out hastily while looking away, even though pink dusted his pale cheeks a little. “I half-carried you in and when we reached the room, you started taking your clothes off even though I kept telling you to put them back on but you wouldn’t listen so we struck a deal that you’d at least wear a shirt and you said give me yours so I did.” I blinked at his fast explanation that I almost didn’t catch all of it. “I swear I saw nothing. Mesut will kill me if I did.” Marco shook his head as if clearing a memory.

“Ugh. Must you always bring him up in our conversations?” I moaned as I flopped back on the bed.

He didn’t reply but instead tugged on the blanket I pulled over my head. “Don’t go back to sleep now. We have a game today so let’s get going. Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

I groaned and sat up. “I almost forgot. Ugh.” I stretched and covered my mouth as a big yawn flew out. “My clothes are in the hotel…”

“I have some you can borrow.” He handed me said things and I nodded in thanks. “These are the smallest I’ve got but I’m sure they’ll swallow you anyways.” He chuckled as I made a face at him. “But let’s get going soon.” He made his way out the door when I called him back.

“Can’t I just stay here forever? Your bed is soft.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Nevermind.” I scratched my head before reluctantly getting up and starting the day.

~

I bit my lip as the only sound in the car was music drifting from the speakers. I looked at Marco from the corner of my eyes and mentally sighed as I recalled what I did to him the night before. I will never drink again.

“Okay. What’s with the face?”

I blinked at him and tilted my head in question. “It’s my face…?”

“Spit it out. What’s on your mind?” His hazel orbs flew to me for a moment before looking back at the road.

“Nothing.”

“Oh come off it.” He rolled his eyes. “Seriously…”

I sighed before squeezing my eyes shut, flipping a coin in my head whether to tell him or not. “I’m sorry about last night.” I ended up blurting out. I peeked out to see him twitch before going back to his previous action. “Marco…?” I repeated when he remained silent.

His eyes narrowed as if he was thinking about a response to that but he just ended up shrugging. “Don’t worry about it. You needed to let it out.”

I sighed in relief when he didn’t make me specify what I was talking about. Marco really is a nice guy. I chewed the inside of my cheek as guilt washed over me. He had taken care of the drunk me very well and he listened and gave advice as a longtime friend would even though we just recently met. I wasn’t deserving of this.

I didn’t notice we had arrived at my hotel until his hand touched my arm. “Caeli…? We’re here.”

“Sorry.” I shook my head out of my thoughts and smiled slightly at him. “Thank you so much, Marco.” I pulled him into a tight hug and inhaled his calming scent. “You’ve treated me very kindly even though you just met me and just thank you. You’re a very good friend- one of the best I ever had. How could I ever repay you?”

He laughed and his chest vibrated with the sound. I felt a kiss on my head and I smiled into his shoulder. “No need to thank me or repay me. Anyone would do the same.”

“No they won’t. They would have left me for dead in the rain.” I teased as his sweet laughter filled the car once more.

After a moment of silence, he finally pulled away with a smile on his face. “Next time we’ll meet we would be opponents.”

“Technically I’m not playing against you but I guess you can say that.” I chuckled before looking at him with wide eyes. “You sure you can’t land a good tackle on Mesut?”

“I’m sure.” He groaned and rolled his eyes before turning serious. “Actually you can do something to pay me back.” I tilted my head in question as he went on. “Talk to Mesut for me okay?”

“Nope.” I crossed my arms as if it’ll block the oncoming conversation that’s coming.

“Just listen, Caeli. I know Mesut. He’s not like that, okay? He’s a good man and he’s not the type that cheats. Trust me on this.”

“I saw what I saw, Marco.”

“And I know what I know.” I narrowed my eyes and almost flew out of the car just so I can stop this conversation when he continued on. “He loves you. And you love him.”

“I broke up with him.”

“No you didn’t.” I gave him a look but he ignored it. “You might say that but your heart doesn’t say the same.” I shook my head. “You sleep talk, Caeli. I heard what you said. You still love him. And even if you’re dreaming, your dreams are filled with him.” I looked away from his intense gaze, wishing he couldn’t read me so well. Was I becoming so open that I couldn’t hide anything anymore? “You still do and you know it.”

“You don’t know how much I hate you right now.”

“Not more than Mesut I’m sure.”

“Well then I guess that’s none, according to you.”

“Which is also correct because I am ‘a good friend- one of the best I ever had’.” He quoted with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and sighed when I knew I couldn’t win with him. “Plus I would have killed him if he really did cheat on you.”

“Good to know.” I pressed my lips together, stuck between not wanting to believe in his statements and wanting to believe them. Mesut didn’t only break my trust once but twice and that was hard to come to terms with. I should have left him earlier but I knew I didn’t want to or couldn’t I guess. My heart was set on him and didn’t want to be freed from his grip. I couldn’t even take it back if I wanted to. Funny how love works.

I sighed and shook my thoughts away. “We have to go or we’ll be late.” He nodded and stiffened when I leaned closer to peck his cheeks before relaxing himself. “Thank you for everything, Marco. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” He smiled pinching my cheeks as I scrunched my nose at him. I pushed the door open and gave him a small smile before closing the door. He rolled down the window and I tilted my head in question. “Please think about what I said okay?”

“I make no promises.” I replied before turning around and walking away so he wouldn’t persuade me further. “I’ll see you later.” I called back behind my shoulder and I could almost feel his lingering eyes on my back.

Maybe Marco was right. Maybe Mesut didn’t cheat. Maybe… but then what did I saw? I didn’t understand and to understand I needed to talk to Mesut, which was something I didn’t want to do at the moment. He broke my heart not once but twice and I won’t be as easy to take back now. If he wanted me back he would have to fight. And he would have to fight hard. And if he has given up that’s okay.

After all, time heals all wounds… right?

~

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