Confusion | Erik Durm + Marco Reus

chapter eight

Who knew my first relationship would be so complicated? Definitely not me.

I cried to Murph over the phone and she soon enough came over with her favorite chick-flicks and we spent the whole morning (starting 2AM) watching them.

I loved her to death.

But once things got serious, I began to wish she never came over.

"You have to tell them," she said, exasperated. "It'll be difficult, but it'll benefit all of you. What will happen if this gets too far and you end up seeing Marco behind Erik's back?"

"That won't happen," I insisted.

"Emma," she sighed. "You don't get it. Love is so unpredictable."

I groaned. "Murph, can we postpone this discu--"

"You're so daft it's painful," she cut me off. "You are inviting those boys to dinner and telling them what the fuck you really feel, girl."

"I can't!"

"You can."

"Murph!"

"Emma, seriously! You can't keep playing this game!"

She hugged me tight as my tears began to fall again.

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Erik's POV

Marco telling me he hadn't heard anything from Emma literally scared the crap out of me.

What if she was taken by some Albanian rapists?

(I've watched Taken with Marco way too many times.)

I drove over to her house as quickly as the speed limit would allow me to.

I knocked on her door and another woman answered.

"Yeah--shit, you're Erik Durm!"

"Yeah..." I muttered.

"Erik?" Emma rushed over to the door.

I grabbed her and hugged her tight. "I was so worried--why weren't you picking up?"

She blushed. "Oh... I didn't... I didn't hear my ringtone. Come in."

Her friend stared at me as I awkwardly walked into the house.

"Phone's dead," Emma held up her phone. "No wonder... be right back, Erik."

She ran over to her bedroom.

"I've heard so much about you!" her friend squealed. "Hey, I'm Murph."

"Erik," I smiled.

Murph sat down on the couch. "You're an awesome player."

"Thanks," I nodded. "I really appreciate it."

Emma skipped out of her room and kissed me on the cheek.

"You were so cute last night." she murmured before sitting down.

I chuckled. How drunk was I?

"What did I do?" I asked.

"Not much," she shrugged. "You're really quiet and contained when you're drunk--oh, and you asked if there were beds in the restroom."

Murph and I laughed at the last bit.

"It could have been worse," I said.

"I can't begin to imagine," Emma laughed.

Awkward silence took over before Murph said that she had to go do stuff. Before leaving the apartment, she asked for my autograph.

"I love you more than Em does," she winked, causing me to laugh out loud and Emma to look at both of us.

"I hope not," I laughed.

As she left, Emma squeezed into the arm chair beside me and leaned on me.

"I love you," she whispered.

I mumbled "I love you too" and pressed my lips against hers, never ever wanting to leave her side.

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hallo

Murph and Emma are lEGIT friendship goals tbh imo

where do u find friends like murph

#ffsEmma

^^new campaign guys

but

mARCO U DAFT IDIOT

ok thanks 4 reading

sorry this is kinda short

love u