𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨; 𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘳 [COMPLETE]

chapter eight

PARIS, FRANCE
i laughed as antonela whispered into my ear. leo barged past us and knocked on neymars door. it was swung open by one of their teammates. the two shared a hug, and walked into the house. we followed behind them, closing the door with a swift bang.

we had already had a few drinks, and drinking gives me the chuckles. i spotted neymar as he sat casually on the arm of his couch. my eyes couldn't help but wander over him, his black shirt buttoned up, but the sleeves were rolled up showing off his tattoos. god. damn. "girl, if you don't make out with that man tonight!" ant whisper-shouted in my ear.

i laughed out, causing eyes to flicker over at us. one pair which belonged to the brazilian. antonela waved him over, and he swiftly made his way over. "well hello mr. santos. my friend here." she stopped and made me twirl, my face going a deep shade of red, as he covered his mouth with his hand. "has a very important question to ask you." she shoved me into his chest.

my body hit his, the two of them laughing as my face was the deepest shade of rouge. his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me back ever so slightly. our bodies weren't touching anymore, but i could feel the heat radiating off him. i cleared my throat and stood up confidently. "and what was that question elle?"

as i went to move the hair from my face, he beat me to it. his finger grazing my cheek as he brushed the strand behind my ear, no doubt feeling how hot i was under his touch. "my question for you neymar is. can i have richarlisons number?" his face a second ago full of amusement, now blank.

my lips twitched up into a smile that turned into a laugh. his hands were supporting my back as i leant back into them. his smile didn't take long to appear, "richarlison? really? he's got my face tattooed on his back." i put my hands on his shoulders, as he leant on the back on the wall, his head cocked up to look at me.

"i know.. but that's my man and i've got to support him." i said, to which he responded with another eye roll.

"he plays for spurs." he said as if it were an insult. which it was. i couldn't help but laugh at him, his face lighting up at the sight.

"better than liverpool." i mumbled, he nodded and stood up. now he was taller than me, i had heels on so not by much.

"you want a drink?" he kept one hand on my back as we walked to the kitchen, i shrugged and nodded. why not? i was already tipsy.

i pulled myself ontop of the counter, neymar smiled as he poured the two of us drinks. he passed it over to me and jumped ontop of the counter aswell. "hey." he smiled.

i pursed my lips together to stop myself from laughing, he rolled his eyes once again at me. "stop rolling your eyes at me." i hit his chest, as he dived backwards acting hurt. "neymar jr. professional diver." i held my drink up and took a sip.

"hey. i am not a diver! they just always pick on me." he said childishly, crossing his arms and taking a sip of the drink.

"awee, did i hurt your feelings?" i batted my lashes at him. he sat back up and looked blankly at me. "you're trying not to roll you eyes aren't you?" he replied in a simple nod.

"so, what do you think of the house?" he asked, pointing at random walls, i looked around and shrugged. "a shrug? you shrugged at my seven million dollar home?"

i bit the inside of my cheek, hiding the smile on my face as he talked about his favourite places in his home.

"why are you going home so soon? stay. stay for another week." he blurted out, throwing his drink in the sink and looking over at me.

i stuttered, as he smiled softly. "c'mon noelle, what's keeping you in england? i know what it's like to be out. to think you're never going to play again. you're going to sit there, and pity yourself. stay here for a while, let me show you football isn't everything." he pushed my chin with his finger.

i stared at him, where was this coming from? he was right. she was going to go home and wallow in self-hatred. "four days." my mouth winning the race with my brain.

his face lit up, "five." he bargained. i nodded, as he threw his arms up. "you're staying here though. you'll just drop me for antonela whenever i want to do something. give me your phone." i passed it over, and thought about what he was saying. "passcode?"

"uh. that's not how it works, i'm not just going to stay at your house. boy, i don't know you." i looked at him as he stared at me blankly. "two-two-zero-seven."

he laughed out, nodding in agreement. "they're also going to visit luis for three days." he added, already cancelling my flight. he passed me my phone back, and i leant back on the counter.

"what just happened?" i barked out as a sudden sober conciseness rushed over me. he copied my movements of before and shrugged.

—

it had been three hours since i agreed to stay in paris. in neymars home. who, by the way, is a stranger.

what's wrong with me?

i stumbled through the crowd of people still dancing, as kylian held me up. "hey hey, slow down. where you going?" he chuckled, i leant on his arms.

it had been two and half hours since i last saw neymar, he had disappeared somewhere. and i just got more, and more drunk.

"messi! andy." i pointed to the door as kylian squinted his eyes at me. 'andy?' he mouthed to himself. "hey. don't let anyone tell you you're not beautiful kylian. you're the only ninja turtle i'd fuck."

he threw his head back in laughter, and placed me down on a chair. "stay." he pointed at me and i nodded, slumping my body on the table as kylian disappeared.

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i was woken up by my phone buzzing on the table. i looked up, grabbed it, throwing the covers back over my head. i put my brightness all the way down and read the messages.

ant
sorry for leaving you last night,
totally forgot lol

-

leo
where are you?
are you dead?

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i heard the door open, slowly looking over the covers i spotted a black haired woman in my room. it wasn't my room. i felt like screaming, looking around and not recognising my surroundings.

i'd had my fair share of random hotel rooms, but that was always in my city.

i was in a place i'd never been before, i knew three people.

"hh, désolé, chérie. bonjour. le petit-déjeuner est prêt quand vous voulez." the sweet woman spoke, i nodded softly feeling my eye clasped shut with eyelash glue.
(oh sorry darling. good morning. breakfast is ready when you are.)

she walked back out, and i jumped up. i was still in my dress. thank fucking god. i wiped the mascara from under my eyes. i made my way outside of the bedroom, relieved as i recognised the room.

i was still at neymars.

"good morning linda." he smiled, sat there in his sweatpants. the sun shining through the glass panes onto his chest, showing off his tattoos.

"hello." my eyes adjusted to the light, as i sat down on the chair next to him. "i feel like.. death." he laughed at me and passed me a smoothie.

he didn't say anything else, just scrolled through his phone. i looked around the table, stabbing my fork into some watermelon. "ney?" he immediately turned his head to look at me. "i didn't uh.. say i'd live with you for a week did i?" i laughed out as if it was a silly question.

"yes." he replied bluntly, jumping up off the chair. "i'll see you in an hour, make yourself at home." he whispered, moving his lips next to my ear, before kissing my temple and walking out the house.

what.