Messi's POV
I woke up to the first lines of the sun above the horizon and his skin looked like he had poured watercolors on himself, the gentle lights of the sky mingling and reflecting on him. I ran my fingers across it and Neymar slowly opened his eyes, encountering mine.
His arms wrapped around my neck, pulled me closer till our lips collided softly and we kissed in the sweetest of ways. His fingers were tangled on my hair already, pulling it as my hands caressed his waist. We pulled apart for a brief second just to take it all in, to look into each others ayes, falling even more in love as time passed by.
I could barely believe we were just there, coming back to the place where I was born and he was lying his head down on my shoulder. I softly whispered a gentle ''good morning'' in his ear; the first vehicles of dawn and their motors humming came along. The blanket we were wrapped in wriggled and I watched him stand up on his own, stretching like a cat. if he could purr, he would have done it.
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The opening of Rosario hadn't changed a lot since the past years, I drove by Parque Independencia as Neymar put his shades on because the sun hit him. We had breakfast together in the only cheap restaurant that was open at 6 a.m. on Sunday and both waiters including the guy at the cash register asked for pictures.
The I knocked my mum's door and she walked out looking messy and shocked at us. it was the perfect place to hide during day and of course I wanted her to know the person standing nervous by my side.
Her eyes were wide in shock, I think almost as big as Mesut's.
''What are you doing here? And what is he doing with you?''
The expression changed, there was one I had never seen in my life, she was throwing daggers with her eyes until my dad appeared behind her, squeezing her shoulder.
''Hey son. I see the news were right'' he stepped outside. ''Come in, please. Been a long time, the two of you are searching for a place to stay?''
''Sure'' I tried to smile because it had never happened to me, that seeing my mom after such long time and she wouldn't even react to me was... Well, shocking. I hugged my dad, however, he barely tapped my back and let me go. He gave Neymar a hand shake with concern on his face.
''How are you doing? you should have called, son''
''I wanted to give you a surprise, I-''
''We've had enough surprises already'' my mom snapped, uncomfortable and folding her arms, walking into the kitchen.
We sat at the couch with my dad in front of us.
''Why didn't you told us you were gay?'' I sensed Neymar shifting uncomfortable on his side of the couch. ''You're open to tell us anything you'd like, son''
''I'm not gay. Why would you think that?''
''It's on the newspaper, it's everywhere, that you're dating Neymar''
I smiled. ''I'm not'' That's when I heard a faint gasp. ''We're just traveling because of Ney's son, and I wanted to bring him to Argentina. Is it that wrong to do that with a friend?'' I went on. Just by how my heart was beating I knew I was about to puke. my dad smirked and put a firm hand on my shoulder.
''Thank God, I thought you were the odd ones''
Neymar's voice spoke for the first time since we had arrived and said ''excuse me'', stood up, and just like that he left.
Neymar's POV
Air wasn't getting to my lungs, I felt sick. The way ha so naturally lied to them, the way her mother looked at me when we arrived... Fuck. It was it all over again, I could feel my father's voice in my head, burning with every word he had said to me in a discussion much like this one.
I stretched my arm until I felt something hard against my skin, I bent down a little and let myself get sick with the smell of the liquid that came from my stomach, burning everything as it came. tears streamed down my face as I could feel my knees shaking, making me fall to the ground.
I didn't know what time it as when I found myself sitting down on dirty water and tired because every place was strange, the river swaying peacefully before me. I was in this place I didn't know, my son and my sister miles away and the person I trusted and loved the most was... Gone. If I wasn't his lover, the who the fuck was I? Why was he so ashamed of me? What have I done wrong?
He said he wanted to be mine, that there was nothing more that he wanted to be, I had give myself entirely to him.
I felt something on the side of my stomach and a soft breath on the side of my neck.
''Dame la mochila''
I slowly turned around and breathed out, there was a sharp edge pressing me, a physical pain that I could control more than my headaches.
''Que?''
He violently took my backpack and ran away, I was too astonished to even run after him.
Messi's POV
He was nowhere. I had to find him this place wasn't pretty at night, not one bit. I had to find him because it was my fault, and because he hadn't answered me from hours straight, and my constant trembling had gotten the best of me, forbidding me to properly drive.
And what if he had left Rosario already? He sure did. No. I was desperate. I needed to find him first. I headed to the beach of Parana's river where the bridge of Victoria's town could be seen and just took a deep breath. I wrote all on my cellphone- I saw him, I saw him lying on sand and crying, I saw him so fucking broke that my stomach shrunk. Words didn't came out, and I don't think the should, anyway, 'cause his lips were sealed.
I ran towards him, wanting to hold him so tightly in my arms, to feel the texture of his hair against my cold fingers. I sat down, a considerable distance from him.
''Neymar...'' He looked up at me, eyes swollen, pink cheeks covered in tears, I made him feel like that. ''Where's your backpack? Do you want to leave?''
My stomach felt empty, my head was aching like crazy and seeing Neymar that way. God.
''Let's go'' I stood up offering my hand to him, feeling completely rejected after he just look at it with disbelief and walked to the car ahead of me, not turning his head even once.
Sunday night driving through the road was specially quiet. his profile shady and cutting the landscape outside, the sky starry, dark. I reached for his cheekbone and slid my finger though it hearing a loud hum of complain, he even scoffed. I stopped the car at the sire of the road, getting out slamming the door and staining my shoes and pants with mud as I heard him got out of the car too.
''What the fuck were you thinking? Running away? It's fucking dangerous. they stole your backpack? Right? Fuck Neymar I thought something to you, I was scared as hell.''
''You happened'' His voice was almost a whisper, sitting on the front part of the car, he looked at the moon, I could see the tears forming in his eyes.
''What do you even mean by that? huh?''
''Seriously? You just told you parents that we were friends, I thought you were brave enough to pull this through, to stand the odd looks some might shoot our way, to stand the talking behind our backs...'' I cut him of sighing, frustrated at the situation.
''I'm not a coward...''
''Then why the hell didn't you told your parents we were dating then? Or is it that you are ashamed of me?''
''I would never be ashamed of you Ney''
''Don't call me that''
A thick silence formed between us, making me feel even more sick, the dizziness kicked in, my knees and hands shaking at the thought of him yelling at me.
''I gave myself entirely to you, you said you were mine. I had the same situation back home, but I'm trying to get it through, I'm still trying to reach my father to make him understand because I want him to meet the most wonderful person of the world.. I thought you had brought me here with the same purpose, no matter what they would think about it... I guess I was wrong''
I could feel the tears now in my eyes, burning to get out like a waterfall.
''I love you Neymar''
''I really doubt it now''
I tried getting closer, but he just pushed me and stood up, hate on his eyes.
''You are unbelievable, trying to fix everything with a silly 'I love you', just stop talking Messi''
He folded his arms and went on. '' What are we doing out here? Do you want me to go back by myself?''
''What? no...l- Neymar we need to sort this out'' I tried to get closer to him but he kept on backing away.
''Nothing to sort out here, just admit you're ashamed and you are the biggest coward of all, then we can forget about this trip ever happening and get back to our normal lives, normal and separated from each others lives.''
''Me? Coward? You made a mess because our photo made it to a stupid magazine''
It was as if the distance we had traveled all the way there was the same we created around each other, and I had no idea how to go back.
''You just don't get it Messi''
I swayed back and forth and stopped when my mouth opened to gasp for some air, statements rumbling through my mind like echoes of the things I have said. I came undone with those last words.
''Right. I'm a coward. I was so fucking scared of telling my parents I'm in love with someone that I lied about it'' I shrugged, approaching him. ''So what? What if I did after you run away? What if they asked what was wrong with you and I told them everything, huh? Hey, look at me''
''What if you didn't''
My hand took his chin forcing him to look at my eyes.
''Then I wouldn't deserve to do this''
Then I closed the so unending distance that seemed to be between us. Our lips collided roughly as I tighten my hold of his chin, forcing Neymar not to separate his lips from mine. As he grabbed my shoulder to push me away, I licked his bottom lip, begging for an entrance, making him gave in into the kiss. he whimpered trying to send me away, his shoves growing constant as I softly pushed him against the front of the car, positioning myself between his legs, deepening the kiss more and more as the time passed. I think it was past midnight when he nibbled at my lower lip surrounding my waist with his arms.
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