Te amo

Art

Neymar POV:

It been a few hours since I got back from training and I noticed Love is not home her car is not in the garage,
I wonder where is she?
I have to admit I'm a bit worried for her safety because she just broke up with her mafia boyfriend,
What if he changed his mind and kidnap her or something.
I don't know her phone number to call and make sure she was okay.
I search the internet and got a number for her office in the city.
Kyle answered saying he haven't seen her after she left the stadium earlier today.
he gave me her cell number.
I call numerous time but she didn't answer.
I left my balcony door open so I'll be able to see if she comes home.

Hours had passed it was about to be midnight and still no sign of her, I decided to go for a walk.
The view off the city from where we lived was indeed beautiful,
I sat on a bench across the road from Love's house for an hour,
When suddenly I was taken out of my thoughts by the sound off a car approaching.
It was love's car.
I watched as she parked the car in her driveway getting out the stumbling a bit.
Confusion came to her face when she saw me sitting across the road.

"what the hell are you doing there Neymar?"
"I could of ran you over."
She shouted.

"Love I'm sitting on a bench on the pavement, across the road,"
"how on earth could you run me over?"
"We're you drinking?"
I asked getting up walking towards her.

"I had a few drinks with some old friends,"
"But I'm not drunk! I'm a bit tipsy that's all."
She said smiling.

"and you drove?"
I asked looking at her in disbelief.

"Why weren't you answering your phone?
I have been calling you all night."
I said.

"I don't answer numbers I don't know,"
"Why are you so concerned about my whereabouts."
She asked folding her arms looking at me.

"I don't know."
I said watching as she rampage trough her purse trying to get something when suddenly she dropped her purse causing all her stuff to scatter on the floor,
she let out a sigh picking the stuff up.
I laughed remembering the first day i saw her.

"What is so funny?"
she asked looking up at me.
then she remembered and started laughing too.
I helped her put her stuff in her purse and handed it to her.

"Thank you"
she said softly.

I watched as she stumbled on the steps trying to walk to her door,
I ran catching her helping her regain her balance.
I offered to help her get inside but she protested insisting she can do it herself.
I watched as she took out her keys trying to find the correct key to open the door.

I gave up sitting on the steps waiting for her to open the door and get inside safely.
after a few attempts she walked to me with a pout on her face handing me the keys.

A chuckle escape my lips as I took the keys opening the door.

"Thank you."
She said walking inside taking off her shoes throwing it nearly hitting a vase.

"you need me to help you up the staircase?"
I offered.
she looked at the stairs and back at me.

"no thanks I'm good."
She said smiling.

"Love."
you just tripped on your front porch and you think you can walk up a flight of stairs?"
I asked in disbelief that she think she can.

"Yes I can she said."
"if I can break up with Isaac the son of the most powerful Mafia boss in the entire Europe,"
"I can climb some stairs ok."
She said folding her arms looking at me.