Neymar Jr. Imagines

10: The L Word

"Shut up, Neymar." I shushed his laughing state. Although I was on the verge of laughing too, I held myself together. I was already embarrassed by what happened today and my boyfriend is doing a great job on making me feel worse.

"It's hilarious though!" Neymar continued to laugh harder, clutching his stomach in process. I sank in the couch even more while my idiotic boyfriend kept mocking me.

"You should've seen your face!" Neymar paused for a second, reminiscing before cracking back into laughter, his smile widening. "Oh gosh, I'm surprised you didn't faint!"

"Shut up, Ney!" I covered my face, recalling the humiliating events of today. He kept laughing harder no matter how hard he tried to stop, his laughter echoed through our living room, banging against my eardrum reminding me of my stupidity.

"I hate you."

I irritatingly said to Neymar. That's all it took for Neymar to refrain his laughter. With a devilish smirk, he stared at me with a questioning look.

"No you don't." Along with the cheeky smirk, Neymar nibbled his lips in attempt to stop himself from laughing again.

"I do!" I argued, childishly. Crossing my arms over my chest and sticking my tongue out at him.

"Then who do you love?" Neymar's eyes glistening with mockery and I knew what was going to happen next. "Leo?" And he was back to square one, guffawing loudly at me.

"Great," I mumbled to myself as Neymar couldn't stop laughing his butt off. I covered my face with my hands, in hopes of disappearing from this situation and vanishing what happened earlier.

I found myself remembering again, how I embarrassed myself in front of hot football players and in front of the guy I always idolized over.

After four months of dating Neymar, today was the day he finally decided to introduce me to his teammates and his best friend who also happens to be my idol. I got dressed the best I can, not too formal and not too comfy. A short denim jeans and a grey cotton shirt, but here's where I made a mistake; I wore a four inch black heels. It wouldn't have been an issue if I wore them more often but that was probably the third time I ever wore high heels. After getting ready and complimented by Neymar, he drove me to their stadium where they usually trained. To say I was nervous would be a lie, I was beyond nervous! After years and years of dreaming of meeting Lionel Messi, I was going to finally meet him. My hands were sweating like it was 60 degrees Celsius, my heart banged rapidly and violently against my chest. Once we reached there, I hoped to calm my jittery state with Neymar's sweet talks but it wasn't helping.

He introduced me to the coach and the other staff, and it was the footballer's time. They were on the field already so Neymar led me there joining our hands together, he noticed my watery palms but said nothing nonetheless. As I walked through the tunnel, my state of anxiety seemed to worsen. I saw the team juggling the ball and refrained myself from freaking out and jumping on them. Neymar took me to all of the players and introduced me as his girlfriend. Last but not least, he took me to Leo who was isolated from the others.

Walking towards him, Neymar had to tug me harshly because my shock took over me. I regained myself and stood face-to-face in front of Leo, my mouth dropped to the grassy field and I blinked millionth of times, trying to process the fact that I was standing in front of the great legendary Lionel Messi.

"Leo, this is my girlfriend (y/n)." Neymar said, trailing my name as I didn't move or breathe one bit.

I stared amusingly but extremely awkwardly at Leo, "Hi, I'm Leo. Nice to meet you." He greeted even more weirdly. The encounter got weirder when he straightened his arms to shake my hand but I didn't budge at all.