Announcement: I don’t know who sent me a request bc it was anonymous but girl if you see this I misse posting too. But my exams are over and I’m back on posting regularly. I have to write a few requests on Wattpad and I’ll upload them on tumblr too!
This one is especially made for you!
Summary: Kenan’s thinks you can’t come to watch his important football game due to both of y’all’s schedules. However you manage to surprise him.
„Miss Yildiz, what a beautiful surprise that you showed up" Coach Montella spoke as he pulled me into a hug.
I don't know since when but it's gotten into a habit that everyone calls me by Kenan's last name. Not that I mind it, I quite enjoy it and to be honest Kenan does too.
Yildiz.
"Well, I try my best to support you guys" I speak as Coach Montella and I walk towards the VIP Lounge of the Allianz Stadium in Berlin.
After the Turkish National Team won 3:1 against Georgia they now play against Czechia. Normally they would play against Portugal but something came up with them and now it's Turkey vs. Czechia.
And normally I would be in New York City right now having a photos shoot for Victoria's Secret. A massive brand with a good name.
But I decided to reschedule the photo shoot. It costed me many nerves and phone calls to reschedule it but in the end I managed to do so.
I wanted to support Kenan through this entire European championship and that didn't work from the beginning on.
Because I missed the opening match against Georgia, he even scored a goal. So now I try my best to make up for it.
Kenan has always been my biggest supporter at everything you do in life. So it's only fair that I'm his biggest supporter too.
As Coach Montella talks me through the details of today's match I can't get my mind of the fact that Kenan's ex girlfriend Karlotta will be here too.
I absolutely despise that girl not only for what she has done to Kenan but also for that she has done to me.
„So five minutes before the game ends security will walke up with you to the pitch, is that alright ?" Montella speaks looking at me for an answer.
„Absolutely, yes, thank you" I speak smiling at Kenan's coach before the man leaves.
As I walk around the VIP lounge I make myself comfortable, one hour until the game stars and two hours till the game ends.
My outfit was simple but yet elegant, knowing that Kenan prefers if I walk around more elegantly than slutty.
After plugging my phone into the charger I open my Spotify playlist, good thing that these VIP boxes are sound proof.
Not so sound proof when Kenan fucks me in here though...
Opening the refrigerator I pull out a redbull and wash myself some fruits like strawberries and cranberries.
After placing them nicely on a plate I walk to the couch and let myself fall on it.
Gosh, sitting feels good.
I grab my iPad from my handbag and start to work online.
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As planned I got done with everything I had on my to do list for today.
As I stood up I looked down at the pitch, the Turkish National team singing their national anthem.
Kenan was the tallest player in the team, he was also starting in the first eleven lineup. After finishing singing they positioned them for team pictures.
In the first one Kenan had the post serious face ever, probably because he thinks I'm in New York and not here at his game.
The second picture turned out more motivated, still his smile dropped instantly as the cameras got away from his face.
The Czech people took their time with their national anthem as well as with taking pictures.
While Kenan positioned himself on the pitch the Czech players waved as fans.
Kenan made a quick prayer and so did Arda and Hakan.
All three of them praying for good luck on the match.
During their prayers the commentators of the match called up the line up from both teams. First Czechia then Turkey.
I looked at the big screen and let a a high pitched yell as I saw Kenan's name on it. The stadium loosing it too as soon as they saw him.
Kenan looked up to the VIP box where I was sitting every few minutes, before and during the match.
It's like he knows I'm here. I know that he possibly can't even see me from down there but my gut feeling tells me he does.
Kenan has this gift to spot me whenever I am, he just feels my presence.
As the referee whistled the first half of the game started. Clearly Turkey had more dominance.
In minute 25 Bariș Alper Yilmaz scored.
Two minutes later Kenan scored.
The stadium went loud fans jumped up and down yelling his name. Kenan held up both his hand and then placed on his heart. Dedicating his goal to the Turkish fans.
Clapping both of my hands together I smile down at the football field.
With that Kenan breaks Cristiano Ronaldo his record. What a great success he achieved for his career.
I pull out my phone making photos of the remarkable moment.
Then seven minutes after Kenan scored Arda scores.
3:0 it stands.
Turkish fans are going wild while Czech fans are watching their team loose.
Coach Montella jumps up exited and kisses each of the three guys on their heads, hugging each of them.
Fifteen more minutes pass and then the first half ends. 3:0 for Turkey.
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"Miss Yildiz, it's time to head to the field" the security guard spoke as he pulled me out of my thoughts.
I sept half break arguing with Karlotta and how she should just leave me and Kenan alone because she and he are in the PAST.
But what if they aren't, and he just lies to me ?
I gather myself following the security guard.
4:0 for Turkey, Hakan scored a goal in the second half which is about to end in exactly five minutes.
As we passed trough different VIP boxes and different hallways I finally was on the pitch.
Behind the barrier but close enough.
And like always it didn't even took Kenan more than thirty seconds to spot me.
He was on the other end of the field and immediately came up running towards me.
The referee had whistled a minute ago so the match was over.
As the cameras focussed on Kenan running towards you fans and commentators applauded at the two of you.
Kenan was not wearing his jersey anymore he pulled it off himself as a form of celebration, so did the rest of the Turkish national team.
Jumping over the barrier he pulled you into his arms giving you thousands of kisses on your forehead.
"Kenan" I chuckled between laughs.
"Did you watch the whole match ?" He asks out of breath.
"Yes Baby, and I'm beyond proud of you" with that Kenan pulls you into a kiss.
I didn't care if he tastes like sweat or even smells like it I just wanted to feels his lips against mine.
The fans going crazy loud even congratulating Kenan on pulling such a beautiful girl like you.
Kenan he let go of you.
"I love you, that's the best surprise you could ever do for me" not even letting me time to respond he crashed his lips on mine again, depending the kiss.
One of his hands had a firm grip on my jaw while his other hand travelled down to my lower back.
Totally worth rescheduling my photoshoot.
Fans were busy taking photos of the two of you and so were you and Kenan.
He's the biggest golden retriever boyfriend ever so he absolutely adores posing for pictures with you.
As he gave you a kiss on your forehead you closed your eyes enjoying the moment.
What a luck that your camera went off in that exact minute. The most wholesome picture ever of the two of you just got made by your phone.
A jealous Karlotta standing in the crowd, eyeing the two of you.
