MON AMOUR, JE T'AIME -> k.mbappe

☆⋅⋆ ── 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲

∘°∘♡ - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 -༉‧₊˚✧
↳ red wine and heavy feelings
always guarantee an eventful night
❪ real life + small bit of imessage ❫

amara imani would like to take her statement back. she did not hate her life anymore.

since the arrival of the french striker in her life, a lot of things had taken a tour around for her. he had taken such a big place in it, he had even managed to change her perspective on her own situation. in the one and a half months they had known each other, kylian had become her closest friend and ally.

the moment kylian had texted her, they had immediately taken off where they had left. conversation with him was easy and she never felt the pressure of having to fit someone's image of her. he made it comfortable. the feeling of deep drowning in the sea started to become less and less, and breathing got easier.

but next to that, he had also been there for her, emotionally and physically. whenever she had been down due to the press still trashing her in every of their articles, he had been the one she called. for every rant, every breakdown and every support, he had been the one on the other end of the line. to cheer her up, the two would spend nights watching rom-coms and eating take-out which usually went against his diets but he couldn't care less. all that mattered to him was that she smiled again.

that had also been why he had helped her so much with her new apartment. the guilt of renting out a stranger's apartment as a favor had been eating her up alive so amara had been very happy about kylian's advice to help her buy one when she had told him about her feelings. usually, he was not one for apartment hunts and hated redecorating, hence why his mother had decorated his home and yet for her, he was willing to get dirty with paint or spend hours in ikea.

the furnishing of her apartment itself had been largely inspired by pinterest, which kylian had found great pleasure teasing her about. but amara had just ignored him, loving the end result of her apartment. looking around her home, she knew it had all been worth it. the softness of her simple couch, the beige tone of her walls that blended perfectly with the rays of sunshine falling down on her room plant -- she loved every inch of her apartment.

the sound of the tv played in the back as she read her book calmly. the scent of cinnamon spread through the room, the perfumed candle burning on the small modern table in front of her. snuggling into her couch as she continued to read, she enjoyed the comfort her home extended. it was impossible to not feel a sense of affiliation.

she was also feeling very welcomed in paris. she found herself very surprised when she remarked she was not bothered by the loud, crowded streets and noises from the busy city. instead she loved living in the french capital, loving its energy and the possibility to speak french again and lose her accent she had caught during her time in england. although she had not made any new friends or acquaintances in paris, putting herself in a lock-down to not draw any unwanted attention to herself, she had settled well into the city.