2 years ago
i've finished university and currently living in my apartment, i was asked by margaux if i wanted to share an apartment with her and sam but i thought they're a couple, they need their space.
i'm sat on my bed, sipping my cup of tea, finishing some work up for my job. i'm currently working on to get this job as a writer for a newspaper, they like my work but they send two pieces to work on a week and i have to send it back and if they like it they'll most likely let me work there. while i'm working my phone starts to ring, i look at my phone and it's an unknown.
'hello?' i ask confused.
'hi, is this chloé fleury?' she asks with a spanish accent.
'um yes, who is this?' i ask confused.
'this is erika choperena. i'm antoine's girlfriend.' she says and my eyes widen.
'antoine? as in antoine-'
'antoine griezmann yes. you're probably asking yourself why am i calling you but i honestly need your help chloé. i've known antoine for two years but i've come to the conclusion that he needs you than me, you know him more than anyone. he's told me so much about you, i can tell in his eyes and tone of voice that not seeing you is breaking his heart. he's miserable chloé, he needs you, before he breaks. i know you didn't end on good terms but could you come and spain and surprise him?' she asks, by the tone in her voice, she is honestly super concerned about antoine.
'antoine's miserable?' i say my voice slightly cracking.
i honestly can't believe antoine is miserable, when we younger he was always laughing and smiling. he never let the haters bring him down, i have no idea what the media are doing to him to cause him to break that.
'yes he is, i think the media and the football world is slightly breaking him. he doesn't feel like he has a place in his new club. i know he misses his family but they come and visit a lot but that doesn't change anything. i need you chloé, antoine needs you and i know deep down you miss antoine.' she says, i take a deep breath.
'fine, i'll come. i'll book the first flight out.' i say.
'thank goodness, you don't know how much this means to me chloé. i'm forever grateful. i'll pay for your ticket and i'll send you the details straight, you're flying from heathrow right?'
'yes it's heathrow, i'll pay you back when i get there.'
'no there's no need! thank you so much, you honestly don't know how much this means to me.'
'it's okay, oh and erika you're right, i do miss him.' i say looking at the floor.
'i know you do, see you tomorrow chloé and thank you once again.'
'see you tomorrow.' she says after i press end.
'right, time to pack.' i say sighing to myself.
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i've just arrived in madrid and this is the first time i've ever been to madrid and honestly what i've seen so far it looks beautiful, i walk out to where it says exit to see a small brunette waving at me.
'chloé! chloé!' she says waving, so i smile and walk towards her.
'hello, you must be erika.' i say smiling and she nods.
'yes that's me! i'm so glad you're finally here.' she says and she hugs me.
'i'm sorry i'm just super glad you're here! antoine thinks i've gone out to get some groceries.' she says smiling, 'let me take your bag!' she says.
'no, it's good!' i say following her to her car, i put suitcase and backpack in the back and sit in the front next to her.
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'okay so the plan is, i'll go in first and talk to antoine and get him to help with the groceries and once i do that you come in a few minutes afterwards and wait by the door and when i say "antoine, i've got a surprise for you" you come in.' she says.
'but wait won't that be in spanish?' i ask her.
'yes, it'll be tengo una sorpresa para ti. got it?' she asks.
'got it.' i say as she drives into the drive. we both walk towards their house, which is not that big for a footballer, i'm generally surprised.
'antoine, estoy en casa!' she says walking in the room with some shopping bags, and she starts to talk to antoine in spanish, a few minutes later i hear the sentence. i take a deep breath and go into the room and there's antoine looking at me, he has changed since the last time i saw him. what do i expect the last time i saw him he was 17 and now he's 23.
'chloé.' he says quietly.
'antoine.' i say looking at him, we look at each other for a few minutes without saying a word before going towards each other and hugging.
'i've missed you chloé.' he says, his voice cracking.
'i've missed you too antoine.' i say sobbing, 'i'm so sorry antoine.' i say crying into his chest.
'i'm sorry too, clo.' he says between sobs.
'i love you so much.' he says quietly.
