Summary: Reader is an actress and Kylian is her boyfriend. They kept their relationship a secret until a picture of them in an event is leaked by the press.
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Cut!
The director shouts as you break character and your assistant hands you a tissue to wipe away your tears. You thank her as you begin to listen to the director give his two cents about the scene.
"Perfect job. Once again, very expressive but I want more action coming from your co-star who was very stiff by the way--"
Your co-star looks very disappointed as he goes over his script once again. Then you having a good five minutes break snuck into your trailer to call your boyfriend.
"Kyky"
"Who's this?"
You freeze at the strange male voice. "It's--"
Suddenly there's something like an interruptions and a few whispers before you head Kylian's voice on the other line. "Sorry about that".
He sounds like he's been running a marathon, which he might probably have been doing, in training that is. You shrug.
"The boys" He paused like he was telling someone else 'please stop' and then he sighs aimlessly. "They're teasing me and acting like literally children".
You laugh and shake your head. "Its alright, just wanted to know how you were doing".
"Fine," He sighs. "Xabi has me running nonstop, which I APPRECIATE" you hear a few laughs.
"Did he just pass by?" You giggle, tucking your braids to the side.
"Yeah," He equally joins you to laugh and you hear a few more giggling in the background before he adds. "Do you mind if I...?".
"Go back to training?" You ask what was most definitely in his mind. "I'm also going back to shooting, take care, see you soon".
"Bye, mi amor"
As though on cue, your assistant ran to hurry you back. "We need to touch your makeup".
Just like that, you were being pulled back on set. You worked non-stop before being let go around midnight, what seemed like an easy job was more tasking than it seemed, though you didn't regret it, it was your dream after all and you were grateful.
The next day was nothing different, long hours on set only to finish at ungodly hours and go home late. But this time you had a surprise waiting for you in your car.
"Kylian!" You shout as soon as you get in, he hugs you and makes sure to lock the door.
"Happy?"
"Of course I am!" You exclaimed. "But how did you get here? Last time I remember Spain is a long way from Brazil" (where you were filming your latest movie).
He smirks. "I make time for my girlfriend. Plus real have us a two day break".
You smile back at him. "But how did you arrange it with my driver?".
"I don't get paid enough for this" You heard a familiar voice. "In fact I don't get paid".
Laughter erupted from inside the car. "Hakimi? What are you doing here?".
"Even I don't know" He tells you. "Thought we were going on VACATION and all, but ended up unlocking a new profession; driver".
It causes you to laugh more uncontrollably, "Kylian? Why did you put him up to this?".
"I had to get someone we could trust"
You shake your head. "No, but this is so unfair. His face is turning red from anger!".
Kylian rolls his eyes. "Yeah but he doesn't have a choice, he lost a game of FIFA".
"Only because you cheated!" Hakimi shouts then when he sees Kylian get closer to you, and bending his head in a funny angle like he wanted to learn closer and--
The horn on the car just went off.
Kylian throws hands.
"No funny business, remember I'm still driving" Hakimi says causing you to smile.
It was going to be a long night. And a long night it was, because you were later called back for a later shoot leaving both Hakimi and Kylian to fend for themselves in your home, you knew they were going to be chaotic and left next to nothing for them to distract themselves with.
Almost next to nothing, a gaming console and some instant noodles that was easy to cook in case they got hungry. Kylian still looked very saddened to watch you go, and tried to sneak in a few kisses to Hakimi making loud noises in the background.
The next two days were not as you imagined because your schedule got so full you could only entertain them in the mornings, before leaving for work. In the end you rarely saw your boyfriend in the two days he stayed.
By the time you had a break, Kylian had a very important match: El Classico, one of the greatest rivalries in football history. You didn't want to distract him, so you kept your coming secret to him.
It was not until you were spotted wearing a hat (that you naively thought would keep you hidden) that the news had spread that a renowned actress was going to be watching a match at the Santiago Bernabeu.
The comments under the post went from;
When did she become a football fan?
To;
Do we have a WAG on our hands?
The media went crazy but you only cared about watching your boyfriend play. Hakimi had offered you a place at the VIP section but you didn't want to be so far away from the action. You wanted to be as close as you could.
Kylian barely spots you after celebrating his goal before his body freezes on him, and he's about to say something before getting hugged by Jude and Co. You stand up and join the crowd giving him a standing ovation and clapping loudly.
The match ends 2:1 and the whole team celebrates wildly. You find your way out of the stadium and sneak back his house, while the whole atmosphere is still buzzing.
By the time he opens his door, and finds you sitting there he runs to kiss you.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"I told Hakimi" You say in your defence.
He rolls his eyes playful. "Hakimi is not me".
You cross your arms. "But how would it be a surprise if I had told you in the first place?".
Laughing, you kiss away his confused but happy look as you let him explain the game and strategy of how they won to you. You knew how much winning this game and proving himself meant and so you just let him continue speaking till he was alright.
You were proud of him, of how far he came and a part of you was unhappy that you entered his life when he had already become very accomplished.
Everyday, you wished that faith had let you meet just some years back.
After that day, you don't see him for a while until an award event for celebrities, actors, footballers, basketballers, influencers, and it had completely jumped your mind that you might run into the real star.
You get seated with the influencers and immediately regret it, everyone had their phone in hand pressing away and live streaming even though cameras weren't allowed in this particular event.
They all seemed to be selling parts of their reality and overly exaggerating it for clicks and views. You spot Kylian seating among some football stars and basketballers, and decide that a seat change was needed.
So you approach his seat and drag a chair along with you. By the time you take a seat, Dean, Jude, Aurelien and Vinicius all pause, the only person that doesn't seem particularly surprised or startled is Hakimi who already knows what's up.
"Good evening" You politely greet.
Aurelien, Jude and Dean all try to reply your polite attitude while their mouths were still wide open. Only Vinicius had the ability to act at least NORMAL well as normal as he could get after his jaw dropped to the ground only a few seconds ago.
Hakimi just shakes his head. "You are... how do you actors say? Deviating from the script right now".
All of them look at him as though he just grew two heads.
"You try seating with twelve influencers"
He shivers. "Understood, and no thanks".
Kylian chuckles hanging a hand over your shoulders. You look left and right - after noticing no one was looking, you let it stay.
"You should have just said that, i would have performed a rescue mission for you".
A needle could be heard in the silence that had fallen in the table, and it was even drawing curious glances from everyone.
You smile back. "Anyway, I'm here now," You say collecting his drink from his hand, and gulping it down in one go.
The real boys have left you to give Kylian accusatory looks mixed with + curiousity, shock, surprise, and...understanding. But he merely shrugs at them.
He then leans in. "You might have brought all the attention of the event to our table" in whispers to your ear.
Indeed, the award has long been forgotten because something more spicy was happening. Real Madrid Star holding hands with Star Actress.
And that's when the click happened, someone in the crowd had taken a picture but you wouldn't find out till later that night.
The rest of the event went by relatively smoothly. Vinicius had tried to speak to you in Portuguese, asking you whether you liked Brazil since you were filming there and promised that you could pop in with him at his house whenever you wanted (to which Kylian grumbled against aimlessly).
Dean and Co at some point also managed to overcome their shyness, asking you whether you liked football and whether you liked to travel. You replied each of them patiently, (yes you loved football) & (yes you LOVED to travel but France was your favourite so far) and when asked why you simply looked at Kylian and smiled.
When you got home that evening, later than your boyfriend because more people, directors, fellow actors, and even some fans had ganged up on you for autograph, you found Kylian by the kitchen trying to cook.
"You want the fire department back here so bad, huh?" You smirked.
He gives you a kiss on your forehead. "Just trying to be useful".
You lean by the door. "What's the other truth?".
"Tonight" He smiles to himself. "It just felt right, you know? To have you out by my side so openly without fear".
"It was fun,I'd admit" You concur.
"Then why can't it be every night?" He suddenly turns off the stove. "I mean we wouldn't have to hide everyday"
"Kylian-"
He takes a step forward. "We wouldn't have Hakimi play driver or stay indoors for our dates anymore. I really want to go out to a museum with you or a restaurant date".
"We won't have peace anymore" You list out the negatives. "We might get mobbed by fans on a daily basis, and our relationship would make headlines every day and we can't have any privacy".
"But we'd have bodyguards protecting us and we can tell them to give us space, we could rent out a restaurant for dates, or invite our friends if the place is too scanty, and then other people would know we are taken, not be shipping you with random co-stars and me with sport influencers".
You laugh.
The you look into his eyes and see he's been serious. "Fine, I agree".
Your phone chimes and you pick it up. "Yes?".
"You didn't tell me you were dating THE Mbappe"
Your agent is ecstatic. "How'd you I'm dating Kylian?".
Kylian raised an eyebrow.
"GIRL have you seen social media? Even Facebook is carrying the news, Fabrizio posted like two seconds ago, and every sports journal is carrying it".
You click the call off and see your social media get flooded. "Kylian, our pictures got leaked at the event. Everyone says were dating".
He pauses then smiles. "They've done half the job for us, we just need to set some boundaries with the public. Yeah, it takes away from our choice but this is what we wanted... right"
"Right," You shrug. "It was bound to happen soon anyway and yeah we wanted it, then we're walking towards the next steps of being an out and about couple I guess"
"Yes, and you don't have to come to my matches in those ugly hats" He commented.
"Heyy!! I love those hats!!" You declare while chasing him down.
THE END.
Authors note:
really had fun writing this and inspiration literally struck me from nowhere.
I both love and despise the person I become when the World Cup is happening. Suddenly my mood is determined by 22 strangers kicking a ball and for some reason I start speaking in whatever accent belongs to the country playing.
For one month every four years, I completely lose my mind.
