When I Met You

Part One: C11 Neymar Jr.

I walked into the VIP area after making it through the hectic paparazzi. It was nearing the world cup so obviously they wanted to bring more attention to us and sike us out a bit. I loved my fans don't get me wrong but this constant media attention was stressful. All I wanted was to play football. Being famous was just an extra. I love the fact that I'm known to be a good football player, and I don't let myself forget that either. And winning? Winning is the best feeling ever. I don't like to lose but what are you going to do? A game is a game and at the end of the day, I can go to sleep thinking that 'good job Neymar, you just took one more step into living your dream'. At the end of the day it doesn't matter who's proud of you until you ate proud of yourself.

Of course me being in this very, very unwanted situation with lying to Adriana, I had to make up an excuse so that she wouldn't find out who I really was through the paparazzi.

I want to tell her myself. It wouldn't be fair to her if she found out through the media. However it still astonishes me that she doesn't know anyone here. But at the same time, I find it so nice. She is the first girl, after mae and Rafa, who treats me like a normal person.

Yesterday when I took her out for dinner was so fun. Even when she didn't try to look good, she looked drop dead gorgeous. But I guess I'm taking things to deep. When I asked her what her opinion was towards honesty, my hope was to tell her right there that I was Neymar. But then when she said she's had enough of liars I saw the hurt in her eyes and I immediately felt like a jerk. What if when I tell her, she hates me? I'm the biggest idiot ever. Why did I even lie to her?

And then when I took her to the lake it was amazing. To this second I still love the feeling of her hand in mine. And knowing that she didn't pull away, I kind of realised that she did have some sort of feeling towards me. And that feeling made me feel like a bigger dick. I think we were about to kiss but she flinch and I felt really awkward at that point.

I made it in the night club and went towards the VIP section. I saw David, Thiago, Oscar and Fred by the sofa sitting. The other guys were scattered around, whether they were dancing or at the bar. Where was Adriana?

"Sorry about that, where's Adriana?" I asked the guys. The guys actually hated me so much for lying to her.

"Well she's-" David was about to say something but his phone buzzed as he got a text, "Hold on."

Once he replied he looked up at me and said, "She was in the washroom but now she left." He looked kind of pissed.

"What? What happened?" I asked concerned.

"Well, she was coming in and while she was walking she got hit or nudged by someone in the hip, so then she went to the washroom." Fred said.

"And she just texted me that she left because she wasn't feeling well." David said.

"What the hell! This is all my fault! If only i had been with her, I would have protected her." I said running a hand through my hair. This was actually all my fault.

"Dude, this little joke of yours, is getting out of hand. You have to tell her before she finds out through someone or something else. Sure she'll be mad but she'll be happy you told her. Not someone else." Thiago said.

"Do you think I haven't tried?" I snapped.

Marcelo came and put a hand on my shoulder. He probably heard everything. "Don't worry bro, it'll be fine." He said trying to comfort me.

I huffed. "Is it alright with you guys if I leave, just come with the others. I need to talk to her." I said.

They nodded. "Do the right thing, Neymar." David said. I could tell that him and Adriana had become close in a short time. I wonder if he and Ashley patched things up.

I dashed out of the club and ran to my car. I smiled a bit while turning it on. Adriana loves this car.

Within 20 minutes I made it back to Granja Comary and I parked my car. I ran into the building and made it to her room. I knocked on her door nervously and she opened it.

Beautiful. She looked really nice even though she had just a baggy t-shirt on. But I knew that it probably wasn't it. She probably did have shorts under. Her hair was all messy and she had glasses on. Wow, I never knew she wore glasses. She looked adorable though. I couldn't help but notice her face was pale and she looked really tired.

At first she looked at me confused but then her eyes started fluttering and she was about to faint. She was about to fall but I lunged forward and caught her. Oh my lord she was in a horrible state. Without a second thought I carried her carefully, bridal style, to her bed and laid her down. She kind of just laid there and I grabbed a chair and put it by her side so I could sit.

Her eyes were closed and she was holding her forehead with one hand. She probably had a headache. I stood up and went to the other side of her bed and sat on it. I gently grabbed her head and put it in my lap. She didn't say anything the whole time. I removed her hand from her head and replaced it with my hands on her temples. I lightly started massaging her head and by the looks of her face relaxing I could tell that she liked it.

While I was massaging her head she said, "Joia, what are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking care of you because you obviously can't. Now show me where you got hurt." I said.

"Joia," She said sitting up from my lap. She turned around so that she was sitting in front of me, "you really don't have to be here. You can go." She pointed at the door.

I sighed. "Show me Adriana." I said,

"Joia-"

"Adriana." I said sternly.

She huffed and pulled her shirt up-yup she was wearing shorts-to reveal a very dark almost purple bruise. I closed my eyes. You dumb fucking asshole. This is all your fault.

"This is all my fault." I whispered.

"Okay now I'm really confused. How is this your fault?" She said.

"Nothing. Does it hurt?" I asked her.

She looked kind of irritated but said, "I'm fine. You can leave." She said.

"Adriana, clearly you are not. You almost fainted!" I yelled.

"Holy shit! Will you stop yelling- OW!" She yelled and collapsed on her side on my lap. Her head was on my lap once again. She held her head and winced in pain.

My eyes widened at the sudden movement and I put my hand on her head and gently massaged it like before. After a while she relaxed a bit. I took her blanket and put it over her so she would be warm and comfortable.

"Are you okay? Do you have meds?" I asked her.

"It's migraine week. I already took them." She said softly. I let out a light laugh. "Oh that's wonderful. Is my pain funny to you? Jerkface." She muttered. I am a jerk Adriana.

"No, no it's not." I said still massaging her head. "What's migraine week?"

"People have bad days where they do everything horribly and I have that but times 7 and instead of doing everything horribly, I cannot do anything. I get extreme headaches which sometimes make me nauseas and lightheaded. This wasn't supposed to happen until next week but I guess the hit affected it in some weird way." She said.

I kept massaging her head. "It's going to be fine, I'm right here." I told her.

She got comfortable in my lap and snuggled into me and the blanket. It felt so right. "Thank you." She muttered. I smiled. Soon she fell asleep and I gently took her glasses off and put them on the bed side table. I lightly picked her head off my lap and put it on the pillow. I got off the bed and made my way to the door. I smiled at her petite figure on the big bed.

My smile turned into a frown once I left. Again my chance at telling her slipped. I feel so dumb and defeated. I don't want to lie to her.

Not lying guys but this chapter is so far my favourite. I kind of cried writing it. I hope you liked it. :)