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Florian sat on the couch spreading his limbs everywhere. Third or fourth beer no - fifth yeah fifth in hand he can’t remember. That’s so fun about being a lightweight. He doesn’t remember shit, He was having fun, he enjoyed all the praise.
He was the first one to score in the whole European Championship! This year of course. If that isn’t something to brag about he doesn’t know what is.
Seeing Nagelsmann be proud is also so fulfilling. It boosts his already pretty big ego on the field. That aside they were celebrating their five - nil victory. Sure it was Schotland. Not a hard country to beat in recent years. But he had played against Robertson so that’s cool.
Being on the field with his National team is so refreshing. He loves it. He hopes it won’t end any time soon. Especially not since he can play with his boyfriend, his boy. Bambi.
Being the youngest players can be hard. The pressure is heightened. But it’s the thrill that makes it all good.
Actually speaking of his boyfriend. He doesn’t actually know where is. He stands up. Ignoring Max who was talking to him. That can wait. He wasn’t paying attention to his yapping anyways. He pushed Thomas aside. “Wirtz?” Thomas laughed at his actions. “What?” He looked at him. “Whoa- nothing”. Thomas shocked at the reaction. Florian shrugged it off and started walking outside. Maybe he is there?
It was kind of chilly- cold out. He didn’t see him anywhere. He drank the last drops of his beer and set the bottle down on the ping-pong table. Patting his pants, wait. Where’d his phone go? He rushed back in. Looking around. Huh? Where was it? Why does he lose all his important stuff?
He spotted his phone on the kitchen island. He tried to see if Jamal had texted him. But the screen stayed black. His phone had died. He slapped it. No reaction. Yeah that’s not going to work. Stupid.
“Joshua, where is-” He kind of stumbled into his team captain. Joshua turned to face him. “Florian? You look drunk and lost. How many did you have?, ill laugh my ass off his Nagelsmann sees you hungover tomorrow” Joshua had losend up a bit. Also holding a beer in his hand. But that was his second. Actually being a bit responsible. “Like —uh- three,” He lied. You could tell he did. “Sure, what did you want to ask?” Joshua had stopped talking to Manuel.
“Where did Jamal go?” He remembered his question. “I think he went to his room, with Kai? Right?” He looked at their goalkeeper whom nodded. “See? He isn’t missing,”
Florian bolted to the rooms, without thanking Joshua. Maybe he should’ve? Would’ve been polite. He looked at the rooms. He knows whichever one Jamal is in. He heads to his one first.
The question rang through his head, why was he with Kai? Alone? In a room? What are they doing? Huh?
117. Jamals room number. He first knocked, didn’t get a response. Knocked louder. Nothing. Okay, shit. He was getting irritated now. Where the fuck is he? Kai’s room it is, what does Kai want from Jamal?. He better not steal him.
He just winged it. He didn’t know for sure if 109 was Kai’s room. He just banged on the door. Lacking social awareness in his state. He heard footsteps and laughing on the other end. Laughing? Were they having fun? Was he not fun enough, is that why he left?
The door swung open. Kai Havertz appears in front of his face. “Are- ar- You are stealing my boyfriend?” He stumbled over his words. He was getting really drunk all the sudden. Jamal was sitting on the floor. Ps5 controller in his hand, looking at the interaction that was happening at the door.
“Why would I? I’m not gay. Did you lose some braincells?” Kai laughed. Florian huffed. “How do I know you’re not stealing my Bambi,” He pushed Kai out of the way. Just like he did with Thomas.
“Baby, I was playing FIFA, I asked you to come, and you said. ‘No fuck Fifa’ “ Jamal stood up. Looking at his boyfriend. Who looked like he was paranoid. “Did I? Are you lying?” Florida grabbed his lower arms. “Why would I lie?” He pressed a kiss on his lips. “You should take care of him” Kai looked at them. “Was planning on it, bye Kai. Sorry for him,” Jamal dragged him out, “stealer,” he hissed. “Shut up Flo,”
“Fifa? You Fifa” Florian started spitting nonsense. “Baby, use your vocabulary like your supposed to” Jamal unlocked his hotel door. “Were you really playing- Fifa?” Florian stood in front of Jamal. Blocking him from walking. “Yes, pinky promise,” He held out his pinky. Flo locked it with his “Okay, I’m tired,.” Flo yawns.
“Nah uh, change and clean up first.” He pushed him towards the bathroom. “Jamal— I’m nauseous” He complained. His mood-swings all over the place. “You are a lot of things” Jamal didn’t take him all that serious right now. “Jam, Please,” He grabbed his stomach. “Oh- baby wait,” He turned on the light. Florida immediately hunched over the toilet.
Jamal hunched down too. Rubbing his back. Florian spewed some of the beer out. He really couldn’t take his alcohol. “Okay, okay, you feeling a bit beter,” He whispered, Flo nodded, “stay here. Ill get you a water bottle.”
Jamal returned quickly. Flo now leaning against his wall. Hands in his hair. Pulling it. “Hey, don’t pull” Jamal pried his hands away. “Drink, It helps with the headache,” Jamal put the bottle to his lips. “Thank you, I love you,” Flo says silently. “I know, you think you can handle it from here,” Jamal asked. He nodded. Jamal left and gave him some privacy.
Jamal laid down in bed waiting for Flo. He came out wearing one of Jamal’s shirts. It made him melt a bit. He can be so cute. “Feeling a bit better, jealous?” Jamal held up the sheets up for him. “Sorry,” His voice uncharacteristically tiny. “I would say normally that it isn’t your fault, but it totally is now,” Jamal ruffled his hair. “Shut up,” Flo nudged into his boyfriend.
”I’m proud of you tho, and again I wasn’t going to cheat on you with Kai dude,” He laughed again. Florian made a muffled noise Jamal didn’t understand.
“What was that,starboy?” Jamal leaned back so he couldn’t talk in his chest. “I am prouder of you, and I was stupid for that,“ He admitted.
“I like you stupid,” Jamal kissed his forehead.