Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 8
Title: Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 8
Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 2,412 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 8
Cologne was basking in twilight when Lukas arrived at the airport at 8 p.m. He took a cab to his home. As the cab parked in front of his house after half an hour, Lukas got down and was paying the driver when the front door of the house burst open and a being with blond hair dashed to him.
"Dad!" Louis sprinted over, got hold of his waist and squeezed tightly even before the Pole could compose.
"Hey, buddy." Lukas hauled him up off the floor delightedly. "You heard me arrive?"
"I heard a car parked and I know it's gotta be you, dad." Louis hugged his neck, Lukas kissed him on the cheek. God, he missed his son so much.
"How's your mommy?"
"She's good." Louis grinned showing his pink gum.
Lukas carried Louis into the house, Monika descended the stairs. "Are you hungry?" She asked.
"A bit, yeah." He put his son down in the living room.
"I'll warm the stew then." And she disappeared into the kitchen.
"How are you doing today, mate?" He asked his son as fumbling inside the duffle bag for a souvenir he bought for Louis: a color truck with an Ibiza wall lizard on its roof and a Spanish flag painted on the side. He also bought herbal soaps and facial scrubs for Monika.
"Cool," Louis caught a rubber ball from the floor and juggled it in his hands. "We went to grandma's house today and had Gołąbki."
"You did?"
"Yes, and I helped grandma and mommy put pork in the cabbages."
"You did that?"
"Yeah, I think we left some for you, too. You can eat them later."
His stomach grumbled at the mention of food and at that moment Monika called out of the kitchen that the stew was ready.
Giving the truck to Louis who looked at it weirdly though happy nonetheless, he walked to the kitchen and handed the soap and scrubs to Monika. "Your souvenirs," he said.
She turned around. "Oh," and looked at stuff in Lukas' hands in surprise. "There's no need, Lukas."
"Nah, take them. I bought them for you." And he leaned in for a kiss on the lips out of habit.
Monika immediately dodged.
"What are you doing?" Monika's voice was rigid and Lukas blinked, dumbfounded. Then he realized that they weren't a couple anymore, they'd divorced. No, they didn't, they'd never been married in the first place, actually.
He felt his cheeks heat up suddenly. "Err, sorry." He didn't dare looking at Monika who’s staring at him like she'd just seen a ghost. Louis who followed him in was rooted to the spot, looking between Monika and him like waiting for a grenade to explode. He found it's necessary to distract everyone's attention now. "So, dinner, anyone?"
Monika didn't say anything and Louis was silent, too. Lukas sat at the dining table, eating Bigos stew with breads. Monika went out of the kitchen and Louis climbed up on a chair opposite him, standing on it with elbows on the table, watching him eat.
"What time will you pick me up tomorrow?" Louis asked. Lukas quirked up his brow, didn't understand a thing.
"Pick you up? To where?"
Louis stared at him in disbelief, his shocked expression almost couldn't conceal the acute disappointment underneath which he's desperately trying to hide and it made Lukas' heart wrench. Fuck, he didn't mean that.
"Dad!" Louis averted his eyes to the table, trying to steady his voice and Lukas' heart skipped a beat. "But you promised!"
"Louis, I don't forget it," I fucking didn't know it, "I have all day tomorrow for only you so you can tell me when and where you wanna go. I'm, Lukas Podolski, at your service, boss." He saluted his son.
The disappointment on Louis' face vanished, he smiled but still looking at him oddly. Lukas didn't dare making eye contact with his son so he just concentrated on his plate and ate as fast as possible. A tiny hand reached out to snatch a carrot from his stew. Lukas looked up in time for Louis to pop the carrot in his mouth. Lukas smiled.
"Louis Gabriel Podolski, get down from the table and have some manners, it's rude to steal people's food from their plates," Monika scolded as she walked into the room again. Louis pouted and looked at Lukas but complying with his mother's order anyway. Lukas winked at him clandestinely and Louis smiled.
Having finished the meal eventually, Lukas got up to put the plate in the sink. He’d just turned on the tap when Monika shooed him away. "No need to do that, Lukas." She replaced his position in front of the sink. Lukas didn't say anything and walked out to where he left his luggage in the living room. Louis followed him.
"So, who wants to help me unpack?" He put his bag across his shoulder and asked Louis. His son was baffled.
"Here?" He asked.
"Up in my room, of course," Lukas answered.
"You room?" Louis looked even more bewildered and Lukas was rooted to the spot. He stared at Louis and vice versa. Fuck, he totally forgot again that he's not with Monika anymore. So if Monika lives here, where the fuck does he live?!
Monika chose that moment to come out of the kitchen. "Oh, are you leaving?" She wiped her hands on a towel. "Have you called a cab yet?"
"Uhh," he still looked at Louis, "no."
"Then call it first," she said dismissively. "I'm gonna go upstairs now, I'm tired. What time are you gonna pick Louis up tomorrow?"
Lukas averted his eyes to her. "What time should I?" He opted for the safest option. Monika rolled her eyes.
"He's gotta be at the pitch by two. And don't be late. You can talk to him, I'm okay with whatever. I'll see you later." And she went upstairs.
Lukas fished out his iPhone and browsed through contact list finding the taxi office number. He had one stored in his phone in the other reality so he hoped this one had, too. He found it, with relief, and called, he told the other end his current address and for the lack of better ideas, told his parents' address as the destination.
All the while, Louis kept looking at him.
He hung up the phone and turned to Louis. "So," he started, "I'll pick you up at eleven tomorrow. Is that alright? We can have lunch before going to the pitch. What do you think?"
Louis nodded silently, still looking at him like he'd grown another head. Lukas sat down in a sofa and closed his eyes. He's so tired and it's very late now, it's ten o'clock already and Louis should be in bed by now, actually. He opened his eyes.
To find Louis standing directly in front of him, their faces only a scant foot apart, Lukas startled. "Fuck, Louis." And he realized he shouldn't swear in front of his son so he quickly said, "What are you doing? You almost heart-attacked me."
Louis kept looking at him and it freaked Lukas out. "Hey, buddy, what's got into you? Are you alright?"
"You look like my father," said Louis, slowly, "but you're not him."
Lukas was stunned, his heart beat real fast. He looked at his son, his hands cold, and he knew Louis knew, no matter how that could be. Every other adult would assume that he had had too many drinks or hit his head on the floor or just that old until he had amnesia or something, but no one would say that he's not the real Lukas Podolski. That's just simply impossible, isn't it?
But not someone as young and clever as Louis, with only an hour in his presence, Louis could actually tell that he's Lukas, but then again, he's not Lukas.
They stared at each other like they're in a contest. Lukas' heart drummed in his chest when Louis asked out of pure curiosity,
"Who are you?"
***
Bastian hurried along the parking building to the main tower. He's in a black suit with a blue bow tie. The time was five past seven in the evening and he's late now. Arriving in front of a row of elevators, the Bavarian punched an up button. It's not long before an elevator descended to pick him up to Restaurant 181, located 600 feet above the ground.
He didn't understand why Lukas had to pick an expensive restaurant for their supposedly casual dinner, and a Michelin-starred one at that. He had objected when Lukas told him the time and place for them to meet but the Pole had none of it. He insisted that he'd already booked a table for two, which was quite a task, he added, and ordered course meals for them both, so don’t Bastian dare calling it off.
Christ, he didn't even know Lukas was into haute cuisine and he also didn't understand why Lukas felt the need to impress him with something like this. They're friends for ten years after all and whatever Lukas wanted out of this unconventional meeting was sure could also be discussed in a corner of a McDonald's or over a pint of beer at his home. With all these formal dresses, gourmet restaurants and fine expensive wines, it's like they're on a date.
The idea made Bastian blush. Heck, they're friends, how could it even come up in his head that it looks like Lukas is trying to...court him or something?
A 'ping' sound announced that the elevator had arrived at an indicated floor. Bastian took in a deep breath and stepped out, he also didn't understand why he had to be nervous about all this. He informed the maître d'hôtel Lukas' name and was led to the table.
Lukas was already there.
"Hey," the Pole greeted and Bastian smiled back very wide. The maître d' pulled the chair out for him and Bastian sat down. The restaurant was small, contained only around ten tables for the gimmick of it was that every table could savour the panoramic view of Munich from 600-feet height without any hindrance. Bastian looked out and found that the sun's still up illuminating the cluster of concretes below with languid orange rays like it's already exhausted from radiating all day long.
The blonde turned around in time for a sommelier to present the wine list. Lukas discussed with the wine steward and Bastian was surprised because as far as he knew, Lukas didn't drink any alcohols, whatever kind.
"I don't know you drink," he spoke his mind after the Pole had ordered a carafe of Pinot Gris. Lukas' cheeks turned pink.
"Well, it isn't worth the effort if we blatantly deny the wine which supposedly complements the cuisine. And I know you'd prefer them with the food anyway."
Bastian looked at him oddly. 'Worth the effort'? What effort? "What do you want to talk to me about today anyway?" He asked out of curiosity. There's something strange going on. All these superfluous decorum was so out of Lukas' character. He didn't understand a thing but he made up his mind to find out about that tonight.
To his surprise, Lukas blushed again, but he kept their eye contact and the impish audacity in those bright blue eyes actually made Bastian fluster. "It's a surprise." And he winked.
The blonde's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't breathe properly. Bastian crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in his chair, trying his best to placate his shaky breaths and racing heart. "What is this all about, Luki?" He asked, confused.
The sommelier was back with a bottle of Pinot Gris. He poured the white wine for both of them to taste. Lukas didn't taste his but looking at Bastian waiting for comments. The Bavarian swirled his glass in a circle, closed his eyes and sipped it. The wine's cool, light-bodied and spritzy. He nodded to the sommelier and was poured half of the glass, as well as Lukas'.
Starters arrived, Scottish smoked salmon tartar, and they ate with the white wine. When main courses arrived, the wine had to be changed to another carafe of Barbera d'Alba from Piedmont. Bastian didn't ask about the 'surprise' again, he's afraid of the answer. Instead, they talked about their little vacations: Bastian of Ibiza, and Lukas of Southern Turkey with his family, which, to the Bavarian's astonishment once again, Lukas didn't seem to want to talk about it, not even when Bastian asked about Louis whom normally Lukas would prattle about on and on.
But there were so many weird things happening tonight already, he'd just have to add this one to the list.
They finished desserts: chocolate fondant. The twilight sky outside was seguing from the mix of orange and red into a breathtaking kind of ruby color while below, overshadowed buildings had turned on artificial lights to illuminate the dark side of the world. Bastian was swirling his wine in a circle when Lukas put something on the table.
It's a small plain pine-green box. The blonde looked at it. "What's it?" He asked.
Lukas smiled and held up his glass of wine. "Your present, of course." He looked Bastian in the eyes and the blonde's breath hitched, once again. Lukas had never looked at him this intense before, his eyes had never conveyed something akin to...desire, like this. The Pole had never been serious with him, had never talked to him like he's talking now. Normally, with him, they'd joke around and make light of everyone as well as one another. But this wasn't a joke, it couldn't be, the twinkles in his eyes were always mischievous, not passionate like they could burn him alive like right now.
"Happy belated birthday, baby," Lukas said softly. His birthday? August the 1st? But that was four days ago and they'd never really celebrated the day together, particularly not with three fancy course meals and fine expensive wines at a posh Michelin-starred restaurant with breathtaking panoramic view 600 feet above the ground from the top of a tower for sure. And the present? What is this all about?!
As Bastian looked into the Pole's clear blue eyes in search of a reasonable meaning behind all of this, it scared him to his marrow because he realized he could see a million star lights in there.
To be continued in Chapter 9.
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Authors:
fernedakki
Pairing: Lukas Podolski / Bastian Schweinsteiger
Rating: PG-13 (This part)
Genre: Alternate Reality / Romance
Word Count: 2,412 Words
Disclaimer: This did not actually happen, although God knows I wish.
Summary: On Bastian’s 30th Birthday, Lukas wondered what it would be like if he's in Ibiza with his best friend tonight instead of Turkey. The next morning, he woke up to find Bastian in his bed, naked and sleeping, and he’s not in Turkey anymore.
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
A/N: You can also read this on AO3. And feedbacks, pls!
Tomorrow I Will Wake Up in Your Bed : Chapter 8
Cologne was basking in twilight when Lukas arrived at the airport at 8 p.m. He took a cab to his home. As the cab parked in front of his house after half an hour, Lukas got down and was paying the driver when the front door of the house burst open and a being with blond hair dashed to him.
"Dad!" Louis sprinted over, got hold of his waist and squeezed tightly even before the Pole could compose.
"Hey, buddy." Lukas hauled him up off the floor delightedly. "You heard me arrive?"
"I heard a car parked and I know it's gotta be you, dad." Louis hugged his neck, Lukas kissed him on the cheek. God, he missed his son so much.
"How's your mommy?"
"She's good." Louis grinned showing his pink gum.
Lukas carried Louis into the house, Monika descended the stairs. "Are you hungry?" She asked.
"A bit, yeah." He put his son down in the living room.
"I'll warm the stew then." And she disappeared into the kitchen.
"How are you doing today, mate?" He asked his son as fumbling inside the duffle bag for a souvenir he bought for Louis: a color truck with an Ibiza wall lizard on its roof and a Spanish flag painted on the side. He also bought herbal soaps and facial scrubs for Monika.
"Cool," Louis caught a rubber ball from the floor and juggled it in his hands. "We went to grandma's house today and had Gołąbki."
"You did?"
"Yes, and I helped grandma and mommy put pork in the cabbages."
"You did that?"
"Yeah, I think we left some for you, too. You can eat them later."
His stomach grumbled at the mention of food and at that moment Monika called out of the kitchen that the stew was ready.
Giving the truck to Louis who looked at it weirdly though happy nonetheless, he walked to the kitchen and handed the soap and scrubs to Monika. "Your souvenirs," he said.
She turned around. "Oh," and looked at stuff in Lukas' hands in surprise. "There's no need, Lukas."
"Nah, take them. I bought them for you." And he leaned in for a kiss on the lips out of habit.
Monika immediately dodged.
"What are you doing?" Monika's voice was rigid and Lukas blinked, dumbfounded. Then he realized that they weren't a couple anymore, they'd divorced. No, they didn't, they'd never been married in the first place, actually.
He felt his cheeks heat up suddenly. "Err, sorry." He didn't dare looking at Monika who’s staring at him like she'd just seen a ghost. Louis who followed him in was rooted to the spot, looking between Monika and him like waiting for a grenade to explode. He found it's necessary to distract everyone's attention now. "So, dinner, anyone?"
Monika didn't say anything and Louis was silent, too. Lukas sat at the dining table, eating Bigos stew with breads. Monika went out of the kitchen and Louis climbed up on a chair opposite him, standing on it with elbows on the table, watching him eat.
"What time will you pick me up tomorrow?" Louis asked. Lukas quirked up his brow, didn't understand a thing.
"Pick you up? To where?"
Louis stared at him in disbelief, his shocked expression almost couldn't conceal the acute disappointment underneath which he's desperately trying to hide and it made Lukas' heart wrench. Fuck, he didn't mean that.
"Dad!" Louis averted his eyes to the table, trying to steady his voice and Lukas' heart skipped a beat. "But you promised!"
"Louis, I don't forget it," I fucking didn't know it, "I have all day tomorrow for only you so you can tell me when and where you wanna go. I'm, Lukas Podolski, at your service, boss." He saluted his son.
The disappointment on Louis' face vanished, he smiled but still looking at him oddly. Lukas didn't dare making eye contact with his son so he just concentrated on his plate and ate as fast as possible. A tiny hand reached out to snatch a carrot from his stew. Lukas looked up in time for Louis to pop the carrot in his mouth. Lukas smiled.
"Louis Gabriel Podolski, get down from the table and have some manners, it's rude to steal people's food from their plates," Monika scolded as she walked into the room again. Louis pouted and looked at Lukas but complying with his mother's order anyway. Lukas winked at him clandestinely and Louis smiled.
Having finished the meal eventually, Lukas got up to put the plate in the sink. He’d just turned on the tap when Monika shooed him away. "No need to do that, Lukas." She replaced his position in front of the sink. Lukas didn't say anything and walked out to where he left his luggage in the living room. Louis followed him.
"So, who wants to help me unpack?" He put his bag across his shoulder and asked Louis. His son was baffled.
"Here?" He asked.
"Up in my room, of course," Lukas answered.
"You room?" Louis looked even more bewildered and Lukas was rooted to the spot. He stared at Louis and vice versa. Fuck, he totally forgot again that he's not with Monika anymore. So if Monika lives here, where the fuck does he live?!
Monika chose that moment to come out of the kitchen. "Oh, are you leaving?" She wiped her hands on a towel. "Have you called a cab yet?"
"Uhh," he still looked at Louis, "no."
"Then call it first," she said dismissively. "I'm gonna go upstairs now, I'm tired. What time are you gonna pick Louis up tomorrow?"
Lukas averted his eyes to her. "What time should I?" He opted for the safest option. Monika rolled her eyes.
"He's gotta be at the pitch by two. And don't be late. You can talk to him, I'm okay with whatever. I'll see you later." And she went upstairs.
Lukas fished out his iPhone and browsed through contact list finding the taxi office number. He had one stored in his phone in the other reality so he hoped this one had, too. He found it, with relief, and called, he told the other end his current address and for the lack of better ideas, told his parents' address as the destination.
All the while, Louis kept looking at him.
He hung up the phone and turned to Louis. "So," he started, "I'll pick you up at eleven tomorrow. Is that alright? We can have lunch before going to the pitch. What do you think?"
Louis nodded silently, still looking at him like he'd grown another head. Lukas sat down in a sofa and closed his eyes. He's so tired and it's very late now, it's ten o'clock already and Louis should be in bed by now, actually. He opened his eyes.
To find Louis standing directly in front of him, their faces only a scant foot apart, Lukas startled. "Fuck, Louis." And he realized he shouldn't swear in front of his son so he quickly said, "What are you doing? You almost heart-attacked me."
Louis kept looking at him and it freaked Lukas out. "Hey, buddy, what's got into you? Are you alright?"
"You look like my father," said Louis, slowly, "but you're not him."
Lukas was stunned, his heart beat real fast. He looked at his son, his hands cold, and he knew Louis knew, no matter how that could be. Every other adult would assume that he had had too many drinks or hit his head on the floor or just that old until he had amnesia or something, but no one would say that he's not the real Lukas Podolski. That's just simply impossible, isn't it?
But not someone as young and clever as Louis, with only an hour in his presence, Louis could actually tell that he's Lukas, but then again, he's not Lukas.
They stared at each other like they're in a contest. Lukas' heart drummed in his chest when Louis asked out of pure curiosity,
"Who are you?"
***
Bastian hurried along the parking building to the main tower. He's in a black suit with a blue bow tie. The time was five past seven in the evening and he's late now. Arriving in front of a row of elevators, the Bavarian punched an up button. It's not long before an elevator descended to pick him up to Restaurant 181, located 600 feet above the ground.
He didn't understand why Lukas had to pick an expensive restaurant for their supposedly casual dinner, and a Michelin-starred one at that. He had objected when Lukas told him the time and place for them to meet but the Pole had none of it. He insisted that he'd already booked a table for two, which was quite a task, he added, and ordered course meals for them both, so don’t Bastian dare calling it off.
Christ, he didn't even know Lukas was into haute cuisine and he also didn't understand why Lukas felt the need to impress him with something like this. They're friends for ten years after all and whatever Lukas wanted out of this unconventional meeting was sure could also be discussed in a corner of a McDonald's or over a pint of beer at his home. With all these formal dresses, gourmet restaurants and fine expensive wines, it's like they're on a date.
The idea made Bastian blush. Heck, they're friends, how could it even come up in his head that it looks like Lukas is trying to...court him or something?
A 'ping' sound announced that the elevator had arrived at an indicated floor. Bastian took in a deep breath and stepped out, he also didn't understand why he had to be nervous about all this. He informed the maître d'hôtel Lukas' name and was led to the table.
Lukas was already there.
"Hey," the Pole greeted and Bastian smiled back very wide. The maître d' pulled the chair out for him and Bastian sat down. The restaurant was small, contained only around ten tables for the gimmick of it was that every table could savour the panoramic view of Munich from 600-feet height without any hindrance. Bastian looked out and found that the sun's still up illuminating the cluster of concretes below with languid orange rays like it's already exhausted from radiating all day long.
The blonde turned around in time for a sommelier to present the wine list. Lukas discussed with the wine steward and Bastian was surprised because as far as he knew, Lukas didn't drink any alcohols, whatever kind.
"I don't know you drink," he spoke his mind after the Pole had ordered a carafe of Pinot Gris. Lukas' cheeks turned pink.
"Well, it isn't worth the effort if we blatantly deny the wine which supposedly complements the cuisine. And I know you'd prefer them with the food anyway."
Bastian looked at him oddly. 'Worth the effort'? What effort? "What do you want to talk to me about today anyway?" He asked out of curiosity. There's something strange going on. All these superfluous decorum was so out of Lukas' character. He didn't understand a thing but he made up his mind to find out about that tonight.
To his surprise, Lukas blushed again, but he kept their eye contact and the impish audacity in those bright blue eyes actually made Bastian fluster. "It's a surprise." And he winked.
The blonde's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't breathe properly. Bastian crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in his chair, trying his best to placate his shaky breaths and racing heart. "What is this all about, Luki?" He asked, confused.
The sommelier was back with a bottle of Pinot Gris. He poured the white wine for both of them to taste. Lukas didn't taste his but looking at Bastian waiting for comments. The Bavarian swirled his glass in a circle, closed his eyes and sipped it. The wine's cool, light-bodied and spritzy. He nodded to the sommelier and was poured half of the glass, as well as Lukas'.
Starters arrived, Scottish smoked salmon tartar, and they ate with the white wine. When main courses arrived, the wine had to be changed to another carafe of Barbera d'Alba from Piedmont. Bastian didn't ask about the 'surprise' again, he's afraid of the answer. Instead, they talked about their little vacations: Bastian of Ibiza, and Lukas of Southern Turkey with his family, which, to the Bavarian's astonishment once again, Lukas didn't seem to want to talk about it, not even when Bastian asked about Louis whom normally Lukas would prattle about on and on.
But there were so many weird things happening tonight already, he'd just have to add this one to the list.
They finished desserts: chocolate fondant. The twilight sky outside was seguing from the mix of orange and red into a breathtaking kind of ruby color while below, overshadowed buildings had turned on artificial lights to illuminate the dark side of the world. Bastian was swirling his wine in a circle when Lukas put something on the table.
It's a small plain pine-green box. The blonde looked at it. "What's it?" He asked.
Lukas smiled and held up his glass of wine. "Your present, of course." He looked Bastian in the eyes and the blonde's breath hitched, once again. Lukas had never looked at him this intense before, his eyes had never conveyed something akin to...desire, like this. The Pole had never been serious with him, had never talked to him like he's talking now. Normally, with him, they'd joke around and make light of everyone as well as one another. But this wasn't a joke, it couldn't be, the twinkles in his eyes were always mischievous, not passionate like they could burn him alive like right now.
"Happy belated birthday, baby," Lukas said softly. His birthday? August the 1st? But that was four days ago and they'd never really celebrated the day together, particularly not with three fancy course meals and fine expensive wines at a posh Michelin-starred restaurant with breathtaking panoramic view 600 feet above the ground from the top of a tower for sure. And the present? What is this all about?!
As Bastian looked into the Pole's clear blue eyes in search of a reasonable meaning behind all of this, it scared him to his marrow because he realized he could see a million star lights in there.
To be continued in Chapter 9.
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