darrus (darrus) wrote,

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Coach OTP fic - Perhaps Love

It seemed to me that something was missing from the previous parts, and now I've finally understood what :) Very short.


: darrus
Fandom: German National team
Pairing: Klinsmann/Loew, various
Rating: PG 
Language: English
Warning: RPS

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

Summary: we break our own hearts, we are to blame, we see the things we want to...

Author's notes, previous chapters and music here

Timeline for the series is here 

We Break Our Own Hearts (Aftermath)




I meet him at the airport.

He’s right on time, as he always is, and I watch him as he throws his cigarette into the ashtray near the entrance and walks up to me. ‘Good morning’, he says. As if it is indeed good for him, I don’t know, and if he’s gotten his rest, I don’t know too. But I know that he’s needed this time alone.

When he bends down to kiss me, he is tender and careful. When he takes both of our bags, he’s talking cheerfully about Toscana. And the sunglasses hide his eyes from the bright sun that is shining outside.





He hasn’t even said goodbye to me.

Or maybe it was my fault. I didn’t tell him that I’m leaving in the morning. So maybe he’s worried right now. Maybe he’s wondering where I am, or maybe he’s trying to reach me on the phone. Or maybe not – who’s to say?

I am falling asleep, because this nigh was restless for me, as was the day before. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep for two nights in a row, and though I know that I’ll wake up feeling myself like a wreck if I’m to fall asleep in this seat, I can’t help it.

I maybe should have spared myself this sleepless night and stay in the hotel in Berlin. But now I know a bit more then before.





He calls me later in the day.

He apologizes for leaving so abruptly, and I sigh in envy when he says he’s in Florence right now. He’s speaking in his normal voice, these almost hysterical notes in his tone that were so clear yesterday are gone. He’s got a grip on himself again, and the shock of Vienna final seems to be subsiding. He’s close to normal again, judging by what I see.

He’s scared me yesterday. Really scared – his behavior was so unlike him that I didn’t even know what to do. Turns out I didn’t have to do anything at all.





Tags: coach otp, fanfiction, football, klinsmann, loew, matthaeus, perhaps love, slash, soccer
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