THE GREAT PRETENDER - 2
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Disclaimer: I still don't know people mentioned in this story and I still hope it isn't true. The plot is still only my fantasy
Author's notes, previous chapters and music here
Timeline for the series is here
The Great Pretender - 2
Piercing shrill at the front door wakes him up. The sound is more like pounding inside his scull making him moan and drop his head back. The sheets and pillowcase seem familiar and after some thinking he concludes that he’s at home. Or at least it seems that he’s at home.
Thinking further he concludes that light from the window hurts his eyes and squeezes them tightly. Also the sound of voices from the hall (the woman should be Daniela… Oh hell, the other woman?!… oh whatever) hurts his ears. And his head hurts regardless. His mouth and throat are annoyingly dry. In one word, he’s exhibiting the symptoms of a classical hangover.
He reaches out blindly, groping around in a hope that there is a glass of water somewhere. No such luck. Aspirin would be good too, and the bottle of Scotch even better, but there is even less chance of acquiring it without getting up off the bed somehow.
And I’ll forgive him anyway…
He cringes and squeezes his temples with both palms to stop it from hurting.
Yesterday’s scene is hazy in his mind, some parts of it he doesn’t remember at all, but some of the words are crystal clear. His own words, as well as Jürgen’s quiet answers. Jürgen was speaking quietly – this he remembers too.
No, he won’t forgive, he knows. He already has. Everything else be damned.
He’ll get up. He’ll take a shower, put fresh clothes on, apologize to Daniela for the loud behavior (this part is hazy at best, but something he does remember), drink some coffee with pills and then he’ll get in his car and will drive off.
And sitting in the office he’ll call Jürgen and explain to him what happened and will apologize even though he doesn’t think that he’s the one who should do it. At least his words yesterday were harsh enough to merit apologizing. So they’ll be talking, he’ll be smelling coffee from the corridor and Hansi’s voice will be heard through the wall, and Olli will be calling and won’t be able to reach him because the phone will be busy while he is solving his ‘personal problem’… And then everything will be better.
Yesterday the anger was blinding him. Now – maybe the hammer pounding in his head makes it less important, but the desire to grab Jürgen and throw him through the wall has lessened in its intensity somewhat. And also the wish to never see him again, never look at him again and never ever listen to his lies again.
Now he understands that Jürgen has a right to explain – and he should give him the opportunity to defend himself before hitting him across the jaw and leaving for good.
The heart catches at the thought, but bitterness already rises from inside and he knows that he will leave indeed if the explanations Jürgen is going to give him won’t suffice.
“And for the better”, mutters he, trying to button the shirt properly.
The nagging feeling – that he’s lost or forgotten something somewhere – makes him a little uneasy.