Dark Moves Of Love ~ Neymar Jr

Chapter 47

I chuckled.  Michael always wore the 4. "The others?" I asked, looking at the guys.

"Everyone's wearing theirs. Demis is wearing the 3."

"Thiago's. Of course he is. You two kind of remind me of the two of them."

"You mean they remind you of us. You have known us longer, you know."

I laughed. "Potato, potato."

"So I know we haven't had a chance to talk alone since I got here, so I have to ask now, what is going on between you and Neymar?" he asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to buy time. I couldn't believe it was so obvious, that I was so transparent.

"I'm your brother."

"Things are complicated." I told him, evasively.

"I knew it!" He said. When I looked at him quizzically he added: "I was fishing. I mean, I picked up on something but I wasn't sure."

"Oh God."

"But it's not a bad thing Liv. You've been alone long enough. Two years is enough."

I looked at him without saying anything. He understood though. Michael had been there too. He had been through it along with me. He understood.

The loud noise made me turn my attention back to the field. The teams were coming out. The Brazilian team walked in a line, hands to shoulders like they always did. I saw their faces on the giant screens but they were like paintings. I couldn't decipher them. It was like I didn't know the people I was looking at, like they weren't my friends for the last month. They had their game faces on.

The Brazilian Anthem started playing and I could see the players singing at the top of their lungs. Julio even teared up. It was very emotional.

The game started and I got completely engrossed with it. I had never seen a game of this magnitude before and the stakes were high.

And then at the 11th minute the worst possible thing happened. An own goal when the ball bounced off Marcelo and into the net after Nikica Jelavić deflected Ivica Olić's cross. The whole stadium went silent before screams and applause erupted from Croatia's fans. The giant cameras showed the Croatian players celebrating and then cut to Marcelo's face. He looked around lost.

"No, no, damn it!" I heard Marina yell as Peter started swearing uncontrollably.

"This is bad." Alex muttered next to me. The possibility of losing this game suddenly became real for the first time. This would be a disaster of epic proportions.

"No, it's still early." I said. "We will turn this around."

Fifteen minutes later Neymar was issued a yellow card for elbowing Croatian midfielder Luka Modrić. The crowd started protesting the decision with screams.

"He's lucky he didn't get a red." Michael said and I agreed. As we watched the replay of the moment I was glad that Neymar got such a lenient punishment.

"I can't believe Neymar did that." I muttered to myself mostly. He wasn't acting like himself. Before I could even finish the thought the ball was in the net again.

"He scored! Neymar fucking scored!" Demis yelled and we all got up from our seats screaming with joy. This game kept you at the edge of your seat.

As soon as the ball hit the net Neymar started running. But he didn't run towards the side of the penalty area, like players normally did but towards us. He threw his fist up and even though he so far away to be able to see me in the sea of people it felt like he did. Everyone went crazy and my heart was beating faster than I thought was possible.

The game resumed and soon we reached the half time. The referee blew the whistle and the players from both teams retreated in their respective locker rooms.

"Wow." Michael said resting back on his seat.

I felt a burst of energy through me, like it would be impossible for me to just sit down. I wanted to swim or jump or climb a mountain or...

I looked around me trying to remember which way we came from.

"Go." Alex whispered in my ear. I turned to look at him, suprised. "Go." He said again, a small unreadable smile on his face.

I got up so quickly I startled everyone.

"What's wrong? Where is she going?" I heard Michael ask but I was already on the staircase. I started running frantically, hoping I wouldn't get lost. I pushed people out of my way and got pushed as well, but nothing was stopping me.

When one of the security guards tried to stop me I shoved my all access pass in his face before I continued running. When I reached the locker rooms I thought my heart would explode in my chest.

"Olivia, what are you doing here?" Dani asked me. All the players were there in various stages of undress. When I locked eyes with David he run towards me a surprised look on his face.

"Where is he?"

"I don't— " He started telling me before turning to look back inside. "NEYMAR?" He yelled towards the guys.

Everyone looked around. "He isn't here." Bernard said emerging from the corner.

"Well where is he?"

Everyone had stopped what they were doing and looking at me. I turned around and hurried back out, still running. Even if I was out of breath it was like my feet couldn't go any slower. I got out to the main corridor where the cameras would be in a few minutes to show the players go out on the field again. Where the hell was he?

I looked around frantically. People were looking at me like I was crazy. Well, that was new. A wave of emotions came crashing down on me. I felt fear creeping back towards my soul. How did I—

 "LIV!" I heard and as I turned around his lips crashed onto mine.