neymar jr. imagines

twenty-three

a/n: saw this request in the comments! The dress you wore is above!

Y/N POV: 

Tonight I was going to the Billboard awards, not as a performer, but as a guest. I am a supermodel, so of course the attention would look good. What's the issue you may ask? My ex, Drake. We didn't necessarily end on bad terms, but it's not like we were friends either. I decided to still go, and I was honored that Vivienne Westwood was dressing me (RIP to the fashion queen). I was wearing an off-white, satin dress. I wore a simple diamond necklace and some matching earrings and did my hair. 

Once I was walking the carpet, I was so confident. Taking pictures, posing. I felt so good, that was until I saw Aubrey in front of me (Aubrey is Drake's biological name). I froze for a second, but then I picked my head back up and kept going. He had brought another woman with her. She looked familiar but I couldn't remember her name. Once I was past all the cameras, I was basically behind them. Aubrey turned around seeing me, "Hey Y/N, it's good to see you." He smiles giving me a fake hug. I fakely hug him back smiling, there were still cameras and fans lining the carpet. "It's great to see you too. Hi, I'm Y/N." I extend my hand smiling at the other girl, "Hi I'm Sophie." She shakes my hand smiling. "Adonis's mother," Aubrey adds on, that was when it all clicked. The baby mama that he cheated on me with. I smile fakely, "It was nice seeing you all." I continue to walk in. 

Once I get to my table, I notice who is sitting there. I was sitting with Zendaya and Tom Holland, Neymar Jr, Kylian Mbappe, and Dominic Fike. Neymar and I were friends, so I was excited to see him. I have also crossed paths with Zendaya so I was super excited about that too. Once I approach the table, Neymar stands up smiling. He walks over to me, hugging me. Whispering in my ear, "You look amazing." I smile. "Thank you, you look amazing as well." I admire him. He pulls out my seat that was between him and Zendaya. She turns her head, lighting up like a lightbulb. "Oh my gosh! Hey Y/N!" She leans over hugging me. Our entire table ended up engaging in a giant conversation which ended with her inviting all of us to the after-party she was having. Neymar leaned over whispering to me, "If you're going, I'll go." He smiles, "I'll definitely go then." I flirt back with him winking. He smiles even more, and the show begins. 

After the awards, Drake won a couple which made the cameras pan to me to see if I was going to be a classy ex or a shady one. Of course, I was classy. These people look for problems everywhere and I was always directed by my publicist to be polite. I went back to my hotel room to quickly change into a more club-appropriate dress. Neymar came along with me.