They started off hating each other, but fell in love once beginning to spend more time together.
OR
In which Marco falls in love with his coach's daughter.
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Dortmund 17 | Are you drunk?
ABELLA
M A Y B E, just maybe I'm overreacting but I'm being reasonable am I not? I sat on my bed cross legged wide awake at two in the morning contemplating whether or not I should call Marco or not. I sighed loudly running my hair through my hands pulling at my roots completely fustrated. I hated arguing with Marco, I hated it so much. We're supposed to be happy together and instead we're here arguing.
I jumped out of my bed slipping my shoes and grabbing a jacket to put on, I ran down the stairs re doing my messy bun and left the house, locking the door and running over to Marco's house. I knocked on the door completely breathless when I realised it's two in the morning, two in the damn morning. Isn't he asleep? I mentally cursed for being so stupid and starting walking away till I heard him open the door.
"Abella? What's wrong?" He questioned rubbing his eyes getting rid of any sleep that was there. He must've been sleeping and I woke him up.
"Shit, I'm sorry if I woke you up." I apologised quickly, he starting chuckling slightly.
"I wasn't sleeping don't worry."
"Oh, okay I'm just gonna go." I pointed back at my house using my thumb, I stood awkwardly for a few seconds clearing my voice after.
"Why'd you come in the first place?"
"I can't sleep, I just, I don't know." I stumbled with my words, he motioned for me to come in jerking his head at me. I walked into the house standing the foyer with him, I was staring at my shoes when he lifted my head forcing me to making eye contact with him.
He smiled before leaning in and pressed his lips to mine was took my by surprise, I was expecting him to be pissed at me, beyond pissed at that but he wasn't. He willingly hugged me after not wanting to let go of me the whole time, I was struggling to breathe as he was holding on as tight as he could. He laughed at my attempt to cover it up but and I ended up rolling my eyes at him annoyed.
"What's wrong?" He asked as we got into his bed, I positioned myself so I was facing him, he turned facing me as well.
"Nothing is wrong, I just don't want to sleep alone tonight." I wasn't lying, I really didn't feel comfortable sleeping alone since I was becoming to used to sleeping with Marco. It was scaring me, the fact I was becoming so reliant on Marco to help me with anything.
"Something is clearly bothering you, tell me." He insisted, I titled my head slightly thinking about whether I should bring up our argument that happened less than twenty-four hours ago but I don't want any more problems between us.
"We're okay right?" I blurted out, he looked at me bewildered trying to decipher the meaning behind what I said.
