Resta con me • Chapter 7 (angol fordítás)

RESTA CON ME

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Chapter 7

In The Crossfire?

We arrived at the place at nine. The atmosphere was a mix between an outdoor party and a pool party. There was no awkwardness, I talked with everybody. The press conferences went down quickly, and the president of the team talked as well as the deputy and the trainer. They all rated the year positively and hoped for the better next season. The mentioned who they are keeping and who they are saying good-bye to.

We were well into the party when I spotted Stephan. As I stepped into the room, I instantly felt him. He was wearing a black t-shirt, sunglasses and grey, tartan shorts. He looks so good, I thought, and I prayed to have the courage to talk to him. When I took a step towards him, Zlatan grabbed my hand and dragged me away into a less visible corner of the room.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, surprised, and I tried not to lose Stephan out of sight.

“Listen to me because what I’m about to say is very important, Lili.” I heard his deep voice and it was strange because he seemed nervous. I never noticed it before. “Lili, I want to say something that maybe I shouldn’t, but I can’t keep it in me anymore. Are you listening?” He raised his voice. I turned towards him, meaning ‘yes’, and sighing, he continued. “When you were with Stephan I never though of this, but as we know, you broke up and I thought maybe–” He was cut off by my phone going off.

“Sorry, I have to take this,” I said, and my heart almost jumped out when I saw Stephan’s calling me. “Stephan’s calling, yay!” I said and leaving Stephan there, I answered the call. “Talk.”

“Where are you? I talked with Helena and she said you’re here too, but I don’t see you.”

“I was talking to Zlatan.”

“Really, about what?”

“I don’t think we should discuss this over the phone. Where are you?” I asked, completely forgetting about Zlatan.

“I’m at the bar.”

“I see you, I’m coming.”

A few minutes later we were already talking at a table about what happened.

“Then what will it be?”

“What should be? Can you forgive me?” He looked at me and his greyish blue eyes glistened.

“Let’s try,” I moved closer to him and kissed him. I felt heat run through my body. I missed it and I didn’t know where I was when I opened my eyes. We were occupied with each other all night and I didn’t even care they were taking pictures of us.

Around midnight, Zlatan walked towards us. I didn’t see him all night and all I knew was that Helena was looking for him constantly, as she said it, she was worried about him but when I asked why, she said that I should know, coldly. Of course, I had no idea how I should know.

This was a bit strange and I saw as if he was angry. Stephan walked over to him but then Zlatan hit him hard. Stephan fell to the ground and I was just standing there like a statue in fright. Everyone gathered around to see what was happening.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” Stephan stood up. Luckily, he was fine.

“You’re the one asking? I’d rather you think and–”

“Zlatan come on.” One of the other players stepped over to him. “It’s not worth it.”

“Leave me alone,” he shouted, and Stephan just finished dusting himself off when he shoved on him again. Of course, he didn’t let him win so a smaller fight broke out. A few minutes later the security came and took them both out. I was feeling utterly embarrassed. There were lots of photographers shooting outside, which I was not fond of right now.

“Fuck off already!” Zlatan shouted at them.

“Calm down already.” I stood in front of him. “You’re drawing more attention to yourself this way.”

“Why did you shove me?” Stephan asked. Neither him nor me understood why he was behaving this way.

“You still don’t understand, do you? But I explained clearly–”

“Listen here well, if you touch her even once–”

“Stop!” I stood in-between them and hoped neither of them would hit me. “You can stop now. What are you thinking? You are behaving like toddlers. You drank enough and you’re cantankerous.”

“I’m not drunk,” Zlatan said and sat down on the ground. I have never seen him in this state.

“Can you behave in each other’s presence for two minutes?” I asked, and both nodded.

“What will you do?”

“I will call Helena because she bounced. I won’t leave Zlatan here and you didn’t drink that much.”

“So, you’re not coming over?” Stephan stepped to me and held my hand.

“I don’t know, it would be good, but I won’t leave Zlatan here. Give me a moment, I’ll call Helena.”

She said she won’t come because she is afraid to drive at night. She gave me detailed descriptions of where I can find what papers in Zlatan’s car and to take care on the road. When I told Stephan, he turned very angry.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?” He looked at Zlatan angrily.

“I case you care, I could value her more than you.” They were still shouting and the crowd on the street was getting bigger. I said bye to Stephan and tried to pull Zlatan to the car, but he was constantly cursing.

I was vastly angry with him. Because he messed up my night, also because he got drunk and got us and himself into an uncomfortable situation.

I was a bit scared because I never sat in a this-expensive car, let alone drive it. Zlatan was mumbling in Italian and other languages while falling asleep. On the road I tried to figure out why this happened and why he turned this way from one moment to the other. I realised he got angry because of someone but I didn’t know because of whom.

We were only a few blocks away when I noted a strange light on the road and realised it was the police. Great, I though and stopped on the side of the road.

“Are we home yet?” Zlatan woke up next to me.

“No, we are being checked. Behave, will you?” I asked him as I got the papers out. “Is everything all right?” I asked the police officer who was a friendly looking guy in his thirties.

“Miss, you stepped well over the speed limit and ...,” he started but then looked in the car and noticed Zlatan sitting next to me. “Excuse me but aren’t you ...”

“I am. Is everything all right?” He asked, and I smiled. It’s unbelievable that he would use his fame in this situation, but it comes handy now.

“Sure. Sure. Could I maybe have an autograph?” He asked, extending a paper and pen towards him. Zlatan quickly signed his name and we were on our way.

As we arrived home, I parked in the garage, and I looked at the man next to me. It’s almost unbelievable how different he is now than before. I wish I’d know why he got pissed, I thought, but then he opened his brown eyes and looked at me. He was madly handsome.

“Are we home?” He asked.

“I brought you to Helena because here you won’t be alone. Are you better?”

“You don’t have to pretend to care.”

“Why wouldn’t I care? I do care ... After all you are one of my best friends,” I said and tried to get the flower out of my hair because I noticed it in the mirror that it slipped out of place. I couldn’t do it so Zlatan helped me. He took it out and gave it to me.

“Keep it as something to remember by,” he said and gave me a kiss on my cheek and I was surprised by my reaction. Heat ran through me and in that moment, I wanted to kiss him, but he ruined the moment. “I figure you would’ve been happier to be next to Stephan.”

“I don’t think this concerns you,” I answered.

“Sure, because I’m no other than your friend’s brother,” he said and headed to the house.

“Tell me, what the hell is your problem?” I shouted after him. “What did Stephan that you had to do this to him?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because ... You ... You don’t even notice what is in front of your eyes!”

“He has someone new that I don’t know of?”

“No.”

“Then? Does it bother you that he is with me? Or is it that you can’t stand me?” I asked, and he turned to me at the door.

“No. I never said that. I ... Do you feel this way?”

“I have no idea what I feel, I just don’t want you to argue. It was hard to see Stephan on the ground.”

“All right, I’m done. I’m knackered.”

“There it is again ... Why are you like this? You’re calm one moment then you turn mad in the other. Why are you doing this?”

“Those who don’t like my attitude can fuck off. I don’t give shit what you and the others think about me,” he said and went into his room. I sat out on the balcony, but my solitude didn’t last long because Helena came out with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes,” I sniffed, and I told her everything.

“You can’t change him.”

“I never wanted to change him, especially that I don’t have the right to.”

“You’re right. Then he didn’t tell you what he wanted?”

“No. Stephan called me. Helena, if you know something, please, tell me!”

“I can’t. I promised him.”

“All right. Then I’m going to sleep. Good night.”

“Wait. Would you take a glass of water to him? Maybe it’ll do some good to him and you’re not angry still?”

“Of course, not. You’re my best friend.” I hugged her, and I meant it.

In Zlatan’s room, only the table lamp was on. He was lying on the bed. As quiet as I could, I put the glass down and turned the light off. On the way back however, I kicked something that rolled over and hit the wall with a loud bang.

“Helena, why can’t you walk a bit quieter?”

“Sorry, it was me.” I turned around as he turned the light back on.

“What are you doing in my room?”

“I brought you a glass of water.”

“Oh, thanks.” He drank it in one gulp and extended it to me.

“Do you want some more?”

“No, thanks ... Good night.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Lili, I’m tired.” He looked at me tiredly and took his shirt off. I haven’t seen him this way yet, so I felt embarrassed from the perfect look. And those tattoos. They were all beautiful. “Yes?” His eyes were on me questioningly and I tried to drag myself back to reality, concentrating on my original question.

“What did you want to say today?”

“It’s not important now ... And it’s bullshit, the whole thing.”

“I think not. I’m sure it was important.” I stepped closer to his bed. “Please, tell me.”

“Lili, listen, I just wanted to tell you not to trust Stephan.”

“But why? He loves me.”

“Is that why he cheated on you?”

“He’s sorry.”

“I don’t understand why you are protecting him this much.”

“You should too. He’s your best friend,” I argued.

“Not for a while now. Fame got into his head and all that. We talk so little because became egotistic.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“Yes, me. Sorry, but I know him a bit better than you do.”

“We made up I think, and I trust him. I’m giving him a chance.”

“You could give it to someone else too,” he said.

“Somebody else?” I asked, surprised. “I don’t know anybody else whom I’d love as much as I love him.”

“Never mind and if you’d excuse me,” he shut me and the topic off, meaning he’d wish if I’d go out already, so I pulled the door shut behind me on my way out and went into my room. I wrote a text to Stephan then I fell asleep too.

Resta con me • Chapter 6 (angol fordítás)

RESTA CON ME

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Chapter 6

Changes

This was just what I was expecting. Stephan and Viktoria together in the bed. I was stunned as well as hurt. I couldn’t move, and I only heard Stephan’s voice and Viktoria’s. I remember something like the girls were comforting me in the toilet, but I was just crying and crying. Then pouring drink after drink down, then Stephan was saying something about forgiving him, then everything was truly blurry.

I woke up to a knock on the door and to my heard pounding. I was on a double bed in a sunlit room. But I had no idea how and when I got here. The knocking was getting louder but I was still knackered.

“Hello Lili! Are you here?” As if I heard Zlatan’s voice, dull and distant, then his pony tailed person appeared. “Are you okay?” He stepped to me and I read worry off his face.

“No. I feel terrible.” I sat up and the sudden urge to drain a well came upon me.

“If it makes it any better, you look like it,” he said and sat down next to me on the bed.

“That was nice.”

“That’s me, such a nice person. I bought coffee.” He extended one of the drinks to me.

“Thanks, but what I need is a massive glass of cold water.”

“I sorted Stephan out yesterday.”

“What did you do with him?” I asked, afraid. “You didn’t beat him up or something, did you?”

“I’m not that kind of tough guy.” He laughed. “I just told him what I wanted for some time.”

“It hurts ... so much,” I whispered as my memories of yesterday came back. “I trusted him, Zlatan, you know. It’s so–”

“Don’t cry! I hate I when they cry in front of me.”

“Fuck you; then go away!” I looked at him through my tears and I stood up, but he hugged me.

“You do know I have a very expensive shirt on, right?”

“I don’t care,” I cried. “Where are the girls?”

“Alexandra is still sleeping, and Helena, I don’t know.”

“I don’t even know what’s the time.” I let him go and I was searching for some clothes. I was only wearing knickers and a top. Of course, when this went through my mind, I didn’t care anymore that Zlatan will see me, and it was kind of late thinking about this.

“Almost noon. You could come with me to grab lunch, I’m starving.”

“Didn’t you think of going with Alexandra?”

“No,” he said quickly.

“Why do you want to have lunch with me? I’m not even hungry, you know ... I don’t want to do anything, not eating ... and ... not living,” I said and started crying again.

“Lil, if you don’t stop this I’ll get out of here.”

“Then go. I don’t even know why you’re here, you’re not my girl friend, you’re not my buddy, you don’t have to nurture me.”

“Lili, please!”

“Stephan is surely somewhere smooching Viktoria.”

“Oh my God! It was just one sex!”

“Whose side are you on?” I shouted back from the bathroom where I was putting a pair of jeans and a pink top on and started brushing my teeth.

“Both of yours but ... if this gives you any comfort, then on yours a bit. But then again, I think that Stephan only had a one-night stand with Viktoria, but he still loves you.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” I looked at him with the toothbrush in my hand. “You know, it never occurred to me to be with somebody else.” But when the dream came to my mind I turned and spit the toothpaste out. In this hot sunshine my head was ripping apart. I was glad Zlatan took me to a restaurant with an A/C. I only ate a little soup and drank lots of water. However, Zlatan devoured three meals.

“Aren’t you hungover?” I marvelled.

“I am ... but it doesn’t get to me that much.”

“What the hell will happen to me now?” I looked out of the window. “I don’t even have a flat.”

“You can live at Helena’s. She has three rooms anyway.”

“I don’t want to bother her.”

“You’re her best friend. Of course, you could come to me, but there’s only one room there.”

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed, and I was glad Zlatan didn’t see inside my head. After lunch, I involuntarily went home because I enjoyed being with him. However, Zlatan had an engagement and I couldn’t reach the girls so I wen into the flat alone. I expected to see boxes with Viktoria’s stuff in it, instead I didn’t see any change. Stephan’s shoes were in the hall, messy, that’s how I knew he was home. As quiet as I could, I headed to my room, but Stephan must have good hearing because he came out of his room. As I saw him, I had to restrain myself from going over there and hugging him. He looked incredibly good.

“Hi,” he greeted me.

“Hi.” I nodded towards him, but I didn’t want to communicate with him anymore, but he might have missed it because he stepped after me.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing. Do you still have those boxes I moved in with?”

“Lili, I understand you’re angry, but can we talk about it?” His voice was calm in contrast with mine which was testing its limits of being angry.

“I don’t want to talk about it, I want to leave.”

“Stay with me, please!” He took my suitcase out of my hand.

“Let go of it because I can’t pack.”

“I don’t care.” He looked into my eyes, stubbornly.

“Well, I do, and if I want to go, I will.”

“And where will you live?”

“At Helena’s. Though she doesn’t know yet, but Zlatan–”

“Ah, so that’s where it comes from! He is surely full of himself for concocting this.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t really care, but–”

“About the fact that Zlatan did this.”

“What did he do?”

“Don’t you understand? Viktoria! He called her there to make my head turn because he knew you’d break up with me and he can move onto you then.”

“This is bullshit. Zlatan has Alexandra.”

“Whom he doesn’t love anymore. Believe me, in a few days he will make a move.”

“If he does, he does. I may not say no to him.”

“You’re only saying this to annoy me.”

“Maybe, but if you’d go out, I’d appreciate it. You can tell the redhead she can move in.”

“Do what you want!” He slammed the door.

***

I was living at Helena’s for two weeks now and I have not once saw Stephan which felt bad because I missed him like crazy. During the summer I had more time to relax and shop. Zlatan broke up with Alexandra as he said it, for real, he doesn’t want to be with her anymore. We hung out a lot, but Stephan’s prophecy hasn’t come to be true yet. I got to know Zlatan as a different person as we spent time together. There was no trace of the arrogant, boastful idiot instead I discovered a nice, attentive and warm-hearted in him. One a summer night we were walking together under the stars into a little street. My feet hurt a little, so I suggested to sit down for a bit on the bench.

“Thanks. I promise we won’t stay long.”

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind.”

“The starts are so pretty. Look.” I pointed up to the sky.

“They are ... but you are prettier.”

“Come on, Zlatan.” I blushed which couldn’t be seen in the dark, luckily.

“Listen, I ... just ... so ... whatever, doesn’t matter,” he said quietly.

“Yes?” I looked at him when he stopped. “What did you want to say?”

“Just that ... nothing.”

“All right.” I smiled at him and I laid my head on his shoulder.

“Are you talking with Stephan?” He asked.

“No ... sadly. Though I want to. As I know, the Viktoria situation didn’t continue. I read after the girl somewhere and I found out she is in London.”

“Yes, she works there.”

“Good, I’d rather not see her. I think if she doesn’t connect with him in a month, I will.”

“Why would you?”

“Because maybe then we could restart.”

“He cheated on you, Lili.” He looked at me confused.

“Yes, but I’m not angry with him. I still love him.”

“Can we go now?” He stood up. His voice sounded harsh.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked but he just shook his head.

***

The AC Milan held an appreciative night for the team members, friends, family members. Zlatan invited Helena and me too. I didn’t want to go but I thought nothing bigger can happen. At least I can do a few good pictures. I put a deep cut, yellow, floor length dress on and white sandals. Helena came up with the idea of putting a flower hairband in my hair.

“You look like some Latino dancer.” She looked at me. She was wearing a black top and fire red skirt.

“And you look like a true Milan fan.” I laughed as we heard steps from outside.

“Sorry, I just–” Zlatan stepped into the room. When our eyes met, I saw surprise in his.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing, I just ... Did I interrupt your preparation?”

“No, of course not ... What will you wear?”

“I don’t know yet, but you look really good ... I mean, you both. Both of you, of course.”

“That’s right,” agreed Helena.

“Then I’ll be off. We still have half an hour.”

“All right.” I nodded and turned to my friend. “What has gotten into him? I have never seen him like that.”

“I think it distracted him to find us this beautiful. He is not used to it.”

“This is bullshit. He has seen us dressed up already.”

“You’ll see tonight,” she replied and from her eyes I saw she was hiding something from me.

I open at the close • Dramione (angol fordítás)

I open at the close

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What happened to you, Malfoy?

The steely light has died out, replaced by a dim shadow. Your eyes do not reveal glory anymore, only just agony and sorrow. In my mind I'm thinking of a comdemned person who does not even feel as tortured as you do. Your face got thinner and is paler than dusk.

Huge, dark circles stretch beneath your swollen eyes.

It's painfully clear that something isn't right.

But then how can it be that nobody helps?

Why is no one in a hurry to help a pure-blood, a Malfoy?

On the spur of the moment I begin to caress your face but you, cussing and swearing, pull away.

It's like you can not decide whether you're angry or just surprised that someone had the courage to do this.

Then you move away, as if I were transforming into a threatening beast now.

While trying to figure out what you think I realize why nobody helps.

You can't show this side of you to many people, not even those who are close to you, can you?

Is anyone even close to you?

Crabbe and Goyle?

Or are they just your little slaves?

Maybe Pansy? Having this idea makes me feel sick.

No, if she knew you were in such a bad condition she would help you right away.

After all, you just snap your fingers and she does everything for you...

Oh God, how terrible not having real friends must be!

“Draco, let me help you...”

Desperation is painted on your face.

In a moment your pale cheeks are invaded by your tears escaping from your eyes.

I have broken you.

You fall to the ground, your tearful face is buried in your hands.

I've never seen you like that before.

Your mask now is lying on the ground, unfolding your true self to me.

I kneel in front of you and wrap you in my arms.

To my great surprise you don't resist, you even pull me closer.

Your muscular arms are folded around me, as if you were saying that you can not bear this torture alone.

Your hair has a rose and musk scent and I breathe it in deeply to remember this day forever, no matter how sorrowful it is.

“Tell me what's wrong,” I whispered into the back of your neck, barely audible.

Your shoulder began to shake once again.

“He's... he's going t-to– to kill me,” you said, and my heart cracked.

“Sssh! Nothing bad will happen,” I assure him and, myself. “Everything will be alright...”

“Tomorrow– tomorrow he is going to kill me... I did not do it... he's going to kill my family...” my heart shatters into pieces, but I'm sure that someday, somehow, once I can put it back even if the cracks will be present until the end of time.

I hate being incapable of helping or relieving your pain someway.

The descending sun almost fades away completely under the horizon.

It draws red and green glory above our heads, proving that both of us, deep down in our souls (or on their surfaces) we are pure.

I don't know for how long you weep on my shoulder, but when I look up again I see only the faintly flickering Moon.

Slowly you quiet down, your tears cease flowing, but I know you're still afraid.

“Thank you,” you whispered weakly, barely recognizable.

“What?”

“Everything,” you stand up and stumble to the door. “Now I know what I need to do.”

I just sit there thinking about what you've become determined about.

I suspect nothing that would not cost a human life.

Nevertheless, I don't follow you; I only steadily get up and I move clumsily out of the room. I feel like I have become entirely different after what happened.

I make my way to my room, as if nothing had happened, and – as it turned out later – you were to be faced with the worst moment of your life.