All I need - Marco Reus
So won’t you stay with me?
Marco knew of his own potential - he knew that girls everywhere would drop their panties in a second for Dortmund’s number 11. He never had to do a lot of work to get a girl. Just a glance in her direction and a wink her way ensured she was his. They all practically threw themselves at him, begging for as much as a drop of his attention.
But not her. No, she was something else.
She had sparkling eyes that promised him the beauty of life and a smile that could bring an army to its knees. Her petite frame was an accurate representation of everything she was on the inside - delicate, dainty and full of life.
At first he’d just wanted to win her over. He’d met her through a mutual friend at a party, at which every girl had been hanging on to his every word except for her. No, she hadn’t given him a second glance, which had further motivated him to grab her attention.
He’d confidently walked up to her, started chatting her up, but to his dismay she’d politely declined his advances. Even more determined, he’d tried to find out more about her. What she did, where she worked, if she was single. For once Marco Reus had been the one doing the chasing.
Then she’d found him, drowning in his sorrows at a bar. Assuring him that drinking his problems away wasn’t the way to go, she’d let him confide in her. She’d let him pour his heart out to her, finally catching a glimpse of the real Marco Reus, past the arrogant, footballer playboy exterior to the lonely and slightly insecure man on the inside.
Then he’d become addicted to her.
As if she were his personal diary, he would go to her with all his problems. And she’d let him. She’d let him take up her couch and stuff his face with pizza, littering her carpet with beer cans and empty gummy bear wrappers as he’d complain over how the team was going to shit. She’d let him come over in the middle of the night after a rough game, silently burying his face into her chest, as she’d play with his hair until he’d let his exhaustion takeover and he’d asleep.
Oh, but they weren’t dating, no.
Because following these moments of intimacy, he’d suddenly disappear. As if realizing just how much of his walls he was letting down, he’d push her away. He’d shut her out completely, ignoring her attempts at conversation; all until eventually he needed her again to bring him out of his misery. Sure, they had sex every once in a while and she was the one he’d turned to when Mario had left - not to mention the fact that she’d been the only one who’d managed to cheer him up when he’d faced Lewy in a match where they’d lost - but they weren’t serious.
No, they weren’t dating.
“Think fast,” he heard Aube’s voice call to him, a split second before a ball hit his chest.
Glaring at his grinning teammate, he kicked it right back to him, who successfully bounced it off his head and into the goal.
BVB trainings had become a bore since Klopp had left. It was another thing that he’d moaned to her about - complaining about all the important people in his life leaving him. The new signings were too busy being full of themselves to take them seriously, the new coach was still trying to figure out new ‘game plans’.
So, she was the last person he expected to see when he looked out into the field. Having missed her presence for the past 10 days, she was a sight for sore eyes. Clad in an oversized sweater that hung off her shoulders, she stood near the bleachers snapping pictures of the players in training. He was aware that she sometimes worked for the club’s magazine yet he’d never seen her around the first team as much up until that moment.
Unable to resist her, he found himself gravitating towards her without even realizing it. Almost making it to her before he saw the way she threw her head back and laughed as Burki, one of the new Swiss signings stood before her, posing like an obnoxious idiot.
“Oh, get this side, it’s my good side,” Burki said, placing his hands on his hips and exaggeratedly striking a pose, earning yet another giggle from her, much to Marco’s displeasure.
He personally thought the man looked ridiculous. The strange beard/moustache thing he had going on made him look like someone who stole candy from little kids.
“Did you want one of me shirtless? Here, I’ll take my shirt off,” Roman began, and that was the final straw for Marco.
Completely disregarding him, he marched up to her. His eyes softened upon meeting hers, before he cupped her face and kissed her without a word. His frustration and anger being replaced with a sense of calm the moment their lips met, her mere presence working its magic on him like it always did. He’d missed the taste of her and the way her frame fit into his arms, as well as the scent of vanilla and coconut that always surrounded her.
Roman Burki awkwardly shifted on his feet, looking back to see Aube and Erik shaking their heads, their hands over their faces to stop themselves from laughing.
Marco finally pulled away, resting his forehead on hers.
“What the hell?” she whispered-shouted at him, and Marco pulled away, turning around to face Roman.
“Oh hey man, sorry, I didn’t see you there. I see you met my girl,” he said to him, a smug smirk on his face.
The young player shook his head, his hands up in defeat.
“I’ll leave you two to it then,” he muttered, turning and walking away.
“You’re such an asshole,” she angrily muttered, pushing Marco away from her with a shove to the chest.
“What are you-”
“You don’t call, you don’t answer my texts - you’ve been avoiding me for over a week, Marco. I can’t play your little games anymore.”
“But-” Marco began, trying to reason with her.
“No - you don’t just get to pick me up and then put me down. I’m done with whatever the hell this was.” She answered, shaking her head and taking a step away from him.
Marco clenched his jaw, anger taking over him.
“You want to go screw around with Burki? Is that it? Fine. Go right ahead.” he sneered at her.
His words felt like a slap to the face as disappointment settled over her. She’d been stupid to think that perhaps Marco would’ve fought for her, at least given her some sort of explanation - but clearly that wasn’t the case.
She took a look back him, shaking her head.
“You are unbelievable.” She retorted back at him, before walking away to hide the angry tears that had started to make their way down her cheeks.
Marco watched her walk away from him, his stomach churning. He was used to this. He was used to watching people walk out of his life and being helpless, unable to do anything to stop them from leaving - but wasn’t she the one person he could stop? Wasn’t she someone worth fighting for?
No, no, no - what the hell was he doing? How could he just let her walk away like this?
“Fuck,” he muttered, as he took off in a sprint after her. Shouting her name all the way into the parking lot, reaching her right before she reached her car.
“Hey, please, just- just listen to me.” Marco begged her, grabbing a hold of her hands, trying to get her to meet his gaze. “I fucked up - I’m an asshole and I was using you…but you make me better. You make me want to do better - I need you.”
She sighed, shaking her head exasperatedly. She’d let Marco get under her skin and whilst every fibre of her being was willing to succumb to him, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he would just shut her out again.
“Marco, I’m not gonna just sit around waiting for you to show up at my doorstep every time you need someone to talk to. I’m done feeling used - if you want to talk about your problems I’m certain there’s a number of therapists who’d be more than happy to help you out.”
Marco shook his head, instead moving his hands to cup her face.
“No - I don’t need a therapist. I need you - I need you and it scares me. I’m terrified of you becoming someone who’s absence can destroy me - but I realise now that it’s too late.” He admitted to her, finally voicing his fears out loud to her.
She closed her eyes at his words, a surge of longing waving through her chest as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Everyone I’ve ever been close to has left me…I tried pushing you away out of self-defence but..I can’t anymore. I’m falling in love with you.” He told her.
She let out the smallest of gasps at his words, her eyes filling with tears once more. She wanted so desperately to verbally reciprocate the feelings to him, yet she was unable to formulate the words.
So she did the only thing she could - she showed him.
Leaning up, she kissed him with as much passion as she could muster up. She could feel Marco smiling through the kiss as he kissed her back, his fingers knotting into her hair and pressing his body closer to hers.
They almost didn’t notice as the raindrops started falling around them, only pulling out of the embrace once the rain began pouring onto them.
“I take it training’s over then?” she asked him, biting her lip hopefully.
“I suppose it is. I’m thinking we should take this back to my house.” He replied with a smirk.
“Totally. Wouldn’t want to get sick now - would we?” She asked.
Marco chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips once more.