Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 4- Like The Harsh Old Times

A/N

Been a while since I have written in this for a while. My love for Neymar is only growing. Gosh, if only I was able to meet him! Ooh you know I'd probably pass out hehe. I put a song that goes with the 2 years ago scene! Shut up, its an old song! I was listening to it while I was writing this.

Question of the day: If Neymar could do anything to make Belle fall in love with him, what would it be? You never know, I could use your answer(with your credit of course)

*Present time*

Belle shuddered at her plate that was placed in front of her. She had never seen so much fat and calories together on a single plate in her life. Neymar dug his fork in the delicious goo and shoveled it in his mouth. He looked up and found Belle holding a disgusted face towards him. "What?" He spoke with a mouth full.

"You actually like this filth?"

"Yes, and so do you." He stuck his fork in the food and held it out to her. "Here comes to train..or do you prefer a plane?" He knew she would choose a train because of her deathly fear of planes. "Train.." she mumbled softly and opened her mouth. "Chugga chugga." He put it in her mouth before she had time to close it. The disgusted expression she held disappeared once she began to chew. Flavor burst through her taste buds and she couldn't help but moan slightly, "Oh my gosh! This is amazing!"

"Belle!" Squeals erupted through the small shop and Neymar's stomach dropped at the familiar faces that ran up to hug Belle. Her eyes lit up as her friends encircled her to give her all hugs. One of them look over her shoulders and noticed Neymar. "You still hang out with him?" She lifted her nostrils in the air as if she had smelled something bad.

"Belle, I'll wait in the car.." he got up quickly and placed money on the table for the waitress that had been passing them for the past 10 minutes.

**

"You still hang out with that asshole?" Maris scowled once Neymar left the diner. "He's the reason you are in this condition."

Belle shook her head, "That was inappropriate. What did he ever do to you guys?"

"He didn't do anything to us, he did something to you!" Lulu exclaimed and threw her hands up in effect. "He's only hanging out with you cause' he feels bad for you, and-"

"I'm leaving. He's waiting for me." Belle stood up and growled. "See you."

**

"Neymar?"

He shook his head and looked at her through the corner of his eyes. "Yeah?" He muttered.

"I'm sorry about my friends."

Neymar shook his head and smiled lightly showing her that everything was good and that she had nothing to worry about. Honestly, he was use to being isolated by her friends in school. It's just that he didn't expect this feeling to fill in his stomach again. The unwanting. As mature as he had grown, it still affected him greatly when her friends didn't approve of their friendship.

"Why are they so mean to you?"

"They don't like different." He spoke simply. It was the truth. They never liked him, his ever changing style seemed to irritated them and set him apart from everyone. He never liked being the same as everyone else, he like having some originality.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Belle bit her lip and shook her head. "I just want to get some sleep. It was nice coming out"

"Alright." He sighed deeply. It was indeed very nice to be out, but only with her. It felt like old times again where they'd drive around all day and spend every minute they could together. Pain struck his heart intensely once realization came and told him that nothing was really going to be the same again.

*Two years ago.*

Neymar layed in his bed with his eyes open wide. It was 2:30 in the morning and the lightning was blinding and the thunder wad booming. This only meant one thing. Belle would sneak up to his window and ask if she could sleep in his room. He never knew why she would travel all the way to his house because she was so terrified of thunderstorms.

5, 4, 3, 2

Knock knock. "Psst, Neymar." He could hear her voice from outside of the window. Hr got out of bed and put on a pair of shorts before opening the window for her to climb in. As if she were 6 again, she held a bear and spoke softly, "Can I sleep here?"

"Belle!" He spoke in fake shock, "I thought you weren't scared of storms anymore?"

"I'm not .." Her eyes roamed around the familiar room of his and she instantly felt like him. Neymar walked across the room and switch off the light that he left on so that he could see Belle when he opened the window. Her eyes lingered on his naked upper body and blushed when he turned around and noticed.

"What?"

She looked towards the window and looked back towards him, making the excuse that she was scared. "So you admit it." Neymar made his way passed her so he could close the window. Just as he closed it, thunder clapped and shook the ground they stood on and made her jump 4 feet in the air and slid on the end of the carpet. She closed her eyes ready for impact but opened them once she didn't feel her body hit the ground.

"You okay?" Neymar whispered and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. She looked him in the eyes terrified. "Lets go to sleep." He said, slowly letting her go.

"Yeah." She mumbled. "I get the left side!" She threw her hands up and ran to the side he was sleeping on. He smiled at her and got on the other side of the bed and threw the blankets do that they would go over her curly bed hair. "Hey! Meanie!" Her voice and giggles were muffled due to the blankets. Her watched her surface with a smile on her face. "Good night, big foot." She whispered.

"Good night, Littlefoot."

Before his eyes closed shut, he felt the warmth from her body as she moved closer and wrapped her arms around him. She didn't know if she went to fair, but she sighed instantly once she felt his strong arms around her.

Now she was protected. From anything.

*Present Day*

Just like two years ago, the lightning filled the room and the thunder shook the villa. He was use to staying awake through storms so he could wait for Belle. Now everytime a storm hit, he was left to endure it alone.

Once the room was quiet, he heard his bedroom door creak open following a soft "Shit.".

"Belle?" He croaked out, morning voice already taken in effect.

"I'm sorry!" She squeaked and stood up straight. "I-I just hate thunderstorms and I was just wonder..if its okay with you..or not..you know..if I can sleep in your room?"

He raised his eye brow at her nervousness and pulled the covers off so that she could get in on the other side. She practically jumped in the bed and pulled the covers over her shoulders. "Thank you."

He shrugged and slumped back inside the blankets, trying to get comfortable again. It was not til he felt the warmth of her body that made his face burn. "Feel better?" He whispered as he put his arms around her.

"Much better. Good night."

"Good night, Littlefoot." He mumbled in his hair as he felt the feelings he had for he come rushing back. His heart almost stopped when he finally realized that nothing would ever happen between them.

No matter how bad he wanted her.