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There’s No Way I’m Falling (Dejan fic) Chapter 5

A/N: From now on I will update much less frequent, but I hope you’ll still read.

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Warning: Alcohol and puking

Chapter 5: At least your hair grows fast.

When Dejan arrived at Salah’s house, his friend was already waiting for him out on the street. Getting out of the car, he sent the kids inside to play with Salah’s daughter before he sat down on a bench. “Stephen, dude… fucking Stephen” Dejan said, making a fist with his hand.

“I guess we have one friend less then, Dejo” replied his friend, trying to make him feel better. “But uhm, I came out to warn you that… I… uhm, I’m doing an interview with López…” he said, unsure on how to expect Dejan to respond. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw him just smile like a child in love.

Dejan suddenly looked amused “what did you tell her was the reason you had to go out?” he asked with a little laugh.

“I… and don’t hate me now, said that my best friend had personal issues but that she could just wait there” Mo admitted, taking a few steps back incase his best friend snapped at him.

“Fuck! She’s gonna think my ‘personal issue’ is her! I kinda slept with her last night and had breakfast with her today” Mo looked at him as if he’d seen a ghost. “Let’s just get this awkwardness over with” Dejan then said and walked in, Mo following right after.

When they got inside he looked at Mimi interviewing Magi, Salah’s wife. He couldn’t help but smile, but that smile was quickly washed away when his son decided to play football and shot the ball straight into Mimi’s face “Ow..” she said adding something under her breath

“Yeah… that child is the definition of hijo de puta” Magi said with a nervous laugh as she noticed Dejan watching. “I mean… his mom is basically a whore… I mean… I’m gonna shut up now” by now he was incredibly mad.

“well the kid should learn to behave… tell your husband I will continue this interview tomorrow at the training grounds” Mimi stated and he couldn’t believe how rude she was, the poor boy just kicked a ball in her face, like calm down. “You have a beautiful home, and your daughter is an absolute love” she added and Dejan didn’t much appreciate the emphasis on ‘your daughter’.

Magi moved her eyes from Dejan to Mimi “You do realize who’s kid that is right?”, well it helped a little bit on his mood when he saw Mimi shake her head a little. “turn around and greet the dad” Magi then replied to the nod and Mimi obliged, making her mouth drop.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know.. I was just… He kicked a ball in my face and ran off laughing” by now the poor girl looked so scared that he couldn’t do anything but shrug his shoulders. She had a point when it came to his son being a brat. After all he had learnt from the best, his dad.

“don’t worry beautiful, but seriously he’s three years old. That ball couldn’t have hit you that hard” He had never actually seen someone become as red as a tomato from blushing, before now. Calling her beautiful around people apparently did the trick and he was gonna remember that the rest of his life. “Don’t worry… they know everything about my crush already… well the kids don’t but yknow” he tried to reassure her but she didn’t seem any calmer.

“Mohamed, we will meet at the training grounds tomorrow and finish this… Lovren, you know downlow was to protect your kids so I’m not gonna stay here” After she said that she walked out and drove away from the house.

“Ouch… ‘Lovren’…” Mo teased, right after she had left the house. Dejan forced a laughter, mostly to hide that that exact moment had killed him on the inside. Mo must have realized that as he tried to comfort him “I’m not Sime so I can’t cheer you up with that Croatian song from the world cup. But I can cheer you up with the fact that when you sent her the message “we need to talk about Stephen” your name popped up as Dejo with like five hearteye emojis” why on earth did that make him feel better. “also, no I didn’t check her phone it was just laying right next to me and I peeked”

“I should take her out on a date” he said, and his friend nodded. Before he could start planning anything his son came over and looked down. “what’s wrong son?” he asked and got down on his level so he could get eye contact with him.

“The woman was beautiful… I just want attention… I no mean it” Josip explained and made his father smile a little.

“Well, next time you find a beautiful woman, what about you just tell her?” Dejan suggested and his son nodded carefully. “You know what? She is a journalist, so I have her number, should we send her a video of you apologizing?” he then asked to which his son looked very excited.

Dejan handed his phone to Mo and told him to film them. “Hola Noémie, my son has something he wants to tell you” he started before nodding towards Josip. “I sorry for kicking ball… in your face… it just. You beautiful and I want attention” Dejan laughed a little before looking into the camera “You got a spell on Croatian guys” he added before winking and nodding for Mo to stop filming.

When he got his phone back he sent the video to Mimi and wrote “No, he does not know anything about us… yes, my son has impeccable taste in women”.

He spent the rest of the day hanging out with Salah and his family, having to endure hundreds of jokes about himself and Sime and how Sime wouldn’t like Mimi. When he had asked why, Mo had just shrugged and said “competition” and broke out in a fit of laughter.

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The next couple of weeks went well for Dejan and Mimi, they had taught each other the most important phrases in their native languages. For instance Dejan had learned words like “mi amada” and “mi todo”, along with a couple of words in Catalan, While Mimi had learnt “Budalo Jedna” and “jebi se”. They had even gone on dates, obviously far away from people, and Dejan was falling so hard in love with her.

The only problem he had was that his wife refused to sign the divorce papers, which meant no sex for Dejan. This meant that he was constantly in a bad mood and whenever he heard Spanish he got inexplicably horny. It was horrible for him knowing that she probably felt the same way and he was the reason she couldn’t feel better about it.

Since it was a Friday he looked very much forward to going to training as he knew Fridays were ‘Mimi interviewing Jürgen Klopp before making out with Dejan in the wardrobe day’. Well, at least that was what Dejan called them. He couldn’t wait to see his Spanish lover again, it was almost as if they didn’t spend all their time off messaging and facetiming.

When he got to the training grounds he noticed Stephen interviewing Kloppo and he got confused. “where are you?” he messaged Mimi and less than a minute later he got a picture as answer. She was on a plane. “Sorry I forgot to tell you, my bisa died so I am on my way to Barcelona to attend her funeral” how could she forget to tell him that her… bisa??... died? He felt so horrible but shook it off as to not show his buddies how he felt.

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That night he couldn’t sleep, he hadn’t heard from Mimi at all since before training and he was so worried his stomach hurt. He decided that if he couldn’t sleep, he might as well check Instagram. That was all fun and games until he saw a picture posted by Ivan Rakitic. A picture of Ivan, some other guys he remembered as Barcelona players, and Mimi… dancing on a table, clearly drunk. The caption made his entire insides burn with jealousy “Had an amazing day with this crowd! Thank you Noémie for showing us all the best places today!”. He wanted to scream, but he ended up doing something way more stupid, calling Ivan.

“Hej brateeeeeee” Ivan answered his phone clearly drunk out of his mind. “Your girrrrlfffriend is so cool” he said trying to be quiet but ended up screaming.

“Yeah I know, so cool that I don’t even have to be a part of her life” He hated seeming clingy, but he had just had an inhumanly amount of Rakija in a very short time.

“are youuu jealoussssss?” Ivan teased, but he could hear a little worry in his voice.

“No I love the fact that she told me she left to go to a funeral but she ends up sloppy drunk with you” He was about to cry, he realized how fragile his heart was.

“She… she… she… just punched. A. guy. for grabbing her… b b butt. And she needed to get away from her family… I’ll give her the phone” Dejan panicked as Ivan said that, and the best reaction he could think of was hanging up and crying himself to sleep.

*Noémie’s POV*

When she landed in Liverpool after her week in Barcelona she panicked, watching all the messages and missed calls that showed up on her phone. How had she not gotten these before? She had gotten at least two hundred messages, and they were all from Dejan. She had to call him, but she was so scared of how mad he could be at her.

She read through all the messages and felt her heart drop at the last one “tell me when you need me again” she felt like the biggest asshole on earth so she decided to just text him instead “Hey, I’m at the airport, seems like my simcard didn’t work outside England… can you please pick me up?”. It felt like it took forever before he replied but after half an hour she got a message with a picture of where he was “I’m outside, hurry up”.

She got to his car and saw him standing there leaning on the car. “Look who decided to show up” She could hear that his voice was trembling, as if he had just cried. “just get in the car” this time he almost sounded aggressive, so she couldn’t do anything but entering the car.

“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t receive any of your messages… I didn’t notice because I knew you were busy with work and I was so busy with the funeral” She tried to explain herself again. This time he just nodded calmly. “You know… Volim te..?” She was so unsure about the pronunciation, but Ivan had tried his best to teach her at least that phrase.

“Not in the mood” Dejan flatly answered without even looking at her. Well, That hurt like a motherfucker. He was so cold towards her and while it felt horrible, she honestly understood him so very well. Just then she felt something she had gotten used to the last couple of days. She hurried to pick up her purse from the floor and take out one of those flight sickness bags and puked.

“are you okay?” now he looked worried, and put his hand on her thigh.

“Don’t worry… it’s not the first time this week” she had to play it off so he wouldn’t be too worried, but her attempt just made him take every shortcut he knew to get faster to her place. When they eventually got there he made sure she would be able to walk in without help before taking her bag and following her.

As fast as she got into her apartment she ran to the bathroom and puked some more, now Dejan followed her and held her hair for her. They sat like that for half an hour before he eventually carried her to bed so she could relax. Both were fully dressed, but Mimi felt like that was maybe for the best since she knew she was frustrated enough as it was.

Mimi ended up laying with her head on his chest getting an update on everything that had happened when she was away while Dejan gently played with her hair. He told her everything from how he had gotten to start a match, to drinking some bottles of rakija, to Anita trying to have him sign off the kids for her to sign the divorce papers. He also assured her that he would never sign them off, much to her big relief.

After a while she could feel her eyes closing and she used all her power to look up at Dejan. “At least your hair grows fast… Goodnight” she drifted off to sleep but could still hear him right before, saying “Volim te draga”.

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