somehow neymar begged ME to carry MY bags. his mindset makes no sense to me but hey im not gonna argue with free manual labor.
hes a few steps behind me and i can hear his feet dragging and his labored breathing. i turn around and see him looking like hes losing a fight to a few suitcases.
i cross my arms and look at him "are you sure you don't want any help?"
"im 110% sure amor."
there he goes again with that name. i try to hide how it makes my face light up, but it useless.
we make it to his car even though it takes a good 20 minutes, ney forgot where he parked and then continued to torture himself with my bags.
i turn to stare at him in the driver's seat. his eyes shine in the light, and he's wipes beads of sweat of his forehead. he looks at me and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. we sit there looking at each other with a heavy sheet of silence filling the car.
it wasn't an uncomfy silence more like a nothing needs to be said so we can talk with our eyes kinda thing. it was like there was an invisible wire connecting our brains and it was pulled tight. until i hear a car horn blare and eyes leave his. our wire falls slack and just like that the moment is over.
he clears his throat trying to throw noise in the air and maybe fill the space the silence left ,but to no avail.
"thank you for picking me up you really didn't have to" maybe words will help us i think
"yeah of course anything for you" he says as he turns on the raido
a song i've never heard plays before ina language i just heard for the first time 40 mintues ago. but ney seems to like it he bops his head and taps his fingers along to the beat on the steering wheel. then the lyrics start and lets say its a good thing he plays soccer because good lord he can't sing.
i let out a small laugh and he turns his head.
"what are you laughing at?"
"you and your terrible singing"
"the fuck you mean terrible my voice is gracing your ears"
i laugh again and hit his arm softly
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY WOMEN WOULD DIE FOR THIS DANIIII" he yells at me jokingly and the car erupts with laughter. just like that our invisible string is strong again and the moment feels like it would last forever
"all along there was some invisible string tying you to me" invisible string by taylor swift
a/n: OK BRO IM BACK AND IM GONNA BE MORE CONSITIANT I SWEARRR
alsooo how would you guys feel about an imagines book for all the hot ass soccer players out there lmk
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Google Translate ~ Neymar Jr
RomanceNeymar JR Fanfic When an American actress falls for a Brazilian soccer player without even understanding him
