Paris | Antoine Griezmann

                                    

                                          
Antoine hurried through the streets of Paris and glanced at his watch every few seconds; he was sure that he definitely wasn't going to be on time. It was the day of the finals of the Euro and the team had agreed to meet in front of the hotel at 12 o'clock, so they could drive to the stadium all together and prepare themselves for the game ahead. The moment he had opened his eyes this morning he knew that something bad was going to happen and he had been right because only a few minutes later his girlfriend has called him and told him that she was lost somewhere in Paris. Somebody had stolen her money, so there was no way she could get to the stadium. Of course, she has told Antoine that he didn't need to pick her up and that she would watch the final in some bar or something like this, but he has quickly refused, wanting to have his girlfriend with him whether his team would loose or win. It was 11:40 p.m. and Antoine was in front of the Eiffel tower now, searching for his girlfriend and hurrying through the crowd.
"Amour." He shouted, hoping that she would recognize his voice. "Antoine?" He heard someone ask and immediately knew that it was her. He looked around quickly and thankfully saw her running towards him. "I'm so sorry." She said as he pulled her into a tight hug and she ran a hand through his hair. "We need to go now. The coach is probably already looking for me." The footballer stated and took her hands to hurriedly guide her to his car, which stood quiet far away. "You didn't tell him that you're searching for me?" She asked and walked more quickly to keep up with Antoine's sprint. "You think he would have let me go?" He replied and chuckled slightly before looking onto his watch again, which signalled him that it was already 12:05 p.m., making him curse something under his breath as they finally arrived at his car. They both got into the car and he immediately started it. "Can you call my coach and tell him that we're heading straight to the stadium? Otherwise we're all going to be late." He asked and Y/N quickly nodded in reply and took his phone to search for the number. "Bonjour." She greeted after he finally picked up. "Y/N! Where the hell is Antoine?" He asked, anger was clearly audible in his voice. "That's a long story, coach, but we're heading to the stadium now. I promise we'll only be a few minutes late." She said, sighing and heard him curse something in french. "See you there." She added before hanging up. "Was he mad?" Antoine then asked, already knowing the answer. "Slightly." She just replied, not wanting her boyfriend to worry about it too much. Y/N already felt absolutely bad because she was the reason that Antoine wasn't only not on time, but also stressed out and not really focused on the game anymore. "Thank you for picking me up, Anto. I'm so sorry." She muttered after a while of silence, hoping that he wasn't too mad at her. "It's not your fault that somebody stole your money, amour. After all I decided to come and pick you up." He replied and took her hand, while he kept his eyes on the road. "And I'm very glad you did, but you really didn't have to." She said, but Antoine quickly shook his head. "I can't let you walk around Paris alone and I also can't play this final without you." He replied, making the girl beside him smile. "Thank you." She whispered and laid her head against the window. "Je t'aime." She mumbled before drifting off into a deep sleep, being more than tired because of her flight and everything that has happened, making Antoine chuckle again as he continued to drive to the stadium as fast as he was aloud to.
Placing a soft kiss on his girlfriend's cheek, Antoine slightly shook her to wake her up. "We're there, amour." He quietly said, making Y/N finally open her eyes. "We need to go to the team now, it's already 11 o'clock." He added and quickly placed his lips on hers in a soft kiss before taking his bag and her hand to lead her into the stadium. "Antoine!" They already heard his teammate, Olivier shout as they walked towards the rest of the team. "Where have you two been?" Antoine's coach asked and glared at him. "It's my fault. I'm sorry." Y/N quickly replied, trying to not let him be mad at Antoine, but at her instead since she knew how much the french national team meant to her boyfriend. The coach looked at the both of them for a while before sighing. "Go and change, Griezmann." He said, making him and his girlfriend smile brightly. "Thank you, coach." Antoine exclaimed before quickly kissing his girlfriend's cheek and leaving to change.
Y/N sat down where the other wives and girlfriends sat, watching the team train. She took a deep breath, being released that they were finally in the stadium. She then talked to the other women for some time, explaining why they were late, before Antoine finally came onto the pitch and started the warm up along with his teammates. The time flew by more than fast and a few moments later Y/N found herself in the tunnels, wishing her boyfriend and his teammates good luck before the game would start. "Good luck, guys." She said to the whole team before turning to Antoine and wrapping her arms around him. "Good luck, Anto." She whispered into his ear and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Je t'aime, mon amour." He replied and pressed his lips to hers softly. "No matter what happens, Anto, I love you with all my heart."
                          
I'm actually on my way to Paris right now.
I hope you guys enjoyed this one shot (:
                          
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