Invincible ?Marco Reus?

Charlotte's POV

Walking down the street, I let out a depressed groan. It's 7 pm. It's getting darker and colder. And I am God knows where...cool, right? Sitting down on the bench, I switched on my phone and sighed realizing Sam's already called me 20 times. He didn't mean to hurt me, but I'd rather freeze here than see him right now. I'm broken. And that means I'm not into screaming my story into the world.

Marco's POV

"What if she's not outside? Maybe she went to a restaurant or something..." Marcel said. I sighed while looking out of the window. That'd be the best thing she could do. While watching all those people on the street, I gasped for air noticing a girl similar to Charlie. "Stop!" I exclaimed. "Pull the car over!" I ordered and Marcel did as he was told. Getting out of the car, I smiled confirming myself that it's Charlotte.

Charlotte's POV

Sneezing, I cursed under my breath. Fucking cold. "Charlie." I heard man's voice saying my name. Looking up, I shivered seeing Marco. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I posed and he smiled softly. "You scared us." he said. Us? "Sam's worried sick, waiting at home for you to come back. And I've been looking for you with Marcel for about an hour and a half." he said and I looked away. Why is he doing this? "Let's go home." he said and placed his hand on my shoulder. "No." I protested and shook his hand off. "You know everything now, right?" I mused looking anywhere, but him. "I'm sorry, Char." he said and I shook my head. "Why did you want to know so much? Huh?" I asked and he sighed. "You're not ready to hear why I wanted to know." he said and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" I squealed and he giggled. "I'll tell you, but you have to agree on one thing firstly." he said and I shrruged. I like his eyes. And his cheek bones. And his hair...but I don't wanna get burnt again. "Would you go out with me?" he asked and my breath got heavier. "Dinner. I'll tell you then." he said softly. I stood up and looked around. "Where's Marcel? I'm cold and wanna go home." I changed the subject. "You haven't answered." he said taking my hand in his. I looked down at our hands and if I wouldn't be careful, a smile would appear on my face. "Where is he? I'm cold." I said and he chuckled nodding his head. "Right there." he said pointing on black Range Rover. I started walking there trying my hardest not to accept the invitation.

Marco's POV

"Where is he? I'm cold." she repeated her question and I chuckled nodding my head. "Right there." I showed her Marcel's car. She started walking towards it immediately. She's hard to get. But I won't give up. I wanna get to know her. I wanna know her biggest fears, but also her biggest joys. I wanna know her favourite colour, but also her favourite food. I wanna know everything. She just needs to let me in.

Charlotte's POV

Looking at Marcel, I mumbled a quiet 'thank you' after he had opened the door for me. "Sam?" Marco called while I was taking off my shoes. "Did you find..." his words trailed off as he saw me standing in between them. "Charlie." he breathed out. I'm kind of sorry for what I did. But on the other hand he did something worse. "I'm cold." I mumbled and he gulped. "Could you make me tea? Please?" I mused and he nodded. I walked past him and sat down on the sofa. Grabbing the blanket, I wrapped it around my body. "What about my offer?" Marco asked after joining me in the living room. I looked at him and almost, almost blushed. "Why shall I go out with a football player?" I asked and he chuckled. "I don't have to be a football player for you." he said and I raised my eyebrows. "It's up to you to which position you'll name me." he said. "I can either be a football player, or a friend, or even something more." he added softly and I shivered. Did he just say that.. "Here's your tea." Sam said joining us in the living room with Marcel next to him. "I..I'll take it to the bathroom with me." I said nervously and padded away. When I was about to close the door of the bathroom, I realized something. They found me. "M-Marcel?" I called softly. They all looked at me. "Thank you..and Marco for helping." I said with a polite smile and closed the door. Marco invited me out. It was difficult to refuse. With his beautiful eyes and that charming smile... I shouldn't fall for somebody this soon.

Marcel's POV

She closed the door leaving us all with our mouth opened. "S-she thanked you." Sam rambled and I shrugged. "We're her charming heroes." I said. "I like her." Marco said out of nowhere and we both looked at him. "Reus.." Sam started, but Marco cut him off by shaking his head quickly. "I'm not playing games if that's what you'd like to tell me." Marco said and looked straight at him. "I wanna get to know her, but she's hell of a specialist about pushing people away." he said desperately. I've never seen him this interested in any woman. What is she doing to him? "Yeah...thanks to her ex." Sam muttered and sighed. "Thanks guys...for finding her." he said and I shrugged. "No problem." I said and he smiled. "Hey...the party.." Marco started and pointed his finger on me. "It's on Saturday...I'll be there too." he added and I nodded confirming his words. "Sam, would you bring her?" he asked and Sam scoffed. "You saw how the last party ended up." he warned, but Marco shook his head. "Just...bring her." Marco begged. "You need to do much more to get under her skin." Sam warned him. "Such as?" Marco asked. Okay. I feel like the 3rd wheel here. "Anything..." he responded and Marco sighed. "I just want to know her better." he mumbled. He's taking this...I mean her seriously. And after all, I can't be surprised. She's beautiful and, if she wants to, she can also be nice. I've just never thought Marco would want a woman who is this hard to get. She's absolutely different than the others...

Charlotte's POV

Sitting down on the sofa, I took a deep breath. Sam doesn't seem to be the one to speak first. He looks scared. "Sam, I...I'm sorry. I know I should have reacted differently, but what you did took me off guard." I started and he nodded. "I...I've never wanted anybody else to tell my story, but when I think it over, you're probably the one who has the biggest right to do so. After me of course." I said and he furrowed his eyebrows. "W-why?" he mused. "You took me away from him. From Munich. I'm living in your flat. I owe you." I explained, but he only let out a little chuckle. "You don't owe me anything, Char." he said and I smiled gently. "All good?" I quipped and he giggled nodding his head. "I'm sorry." he apologized and I nodded accepting it. This is a huge thing I'm about to do... I stood up and walked over to the sofa where he was sitting. He didn't expect it, but I did it. I hugged him. After a while, he realized what's going on and hugged me back. Pulling away, he chuckled happily. "You..hugged me." he said and I giggled. "And you've just laughed!" he exclaimed and I smiled softly. "You're clearly coming back to being you, Charlie." he mused and I smiled shrugging my shoulders. "It had to happen. Rather sooner than later." I said and he smiled nodding his head. "I'm glad." he said and I nodded. Me too.

"Char?" Sam mused and I only nodded in response being too focused into the movie which was on. "I've got one offer for you." he said and I looked at him. "There's a party in a club. Marcel is the owner." he started. "And I'd like to go there." he said and I shrugged. "Go then." I replied and he giggled. "I don't have a partner." he said. Realizing what he's suggesting, I looked at him immediately. "Would you come?" he mused. Party? "Who's gonna be there?" I asked softly and he raised his eyebrows clearly amused by my question. "Asking about anybody certain?" he teased and I blushed. I did blush. "No." I responded quickly. "What about certain Marco Reus?" he teased and I gulped hardly. My stomach twisted. What's wrong with me? "He was asking if you'd come by the way." he said and I almost squealed 'did he' in a response. I stood up and grabbed my pillow. "I'm tired, need to go to bed." I rambled and walked away leaving Sam laughing there all alone. I don't know what that man's doing to me, but...clearly, I'm slowly starting to think about him more and more...

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