𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 ;; neymar.j

chapter 9

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Ivy climbed out of Neymar's car. She went to the back seats and got Carlos as well. "Thank you for taking us home." Ivy gave him a weak smile, incredibly exhausted.

Neymar smiled back. "Of course."

He watched the two walk back into the house, safe and sound. Carlos waved him goodbye before walking into the house. When Ivy shut the door behind, Neymar drove off.

"Sweetie, brush your teeth and get to bed," Ivy ordered. Carlos was too exhausted to make a fuss about it, so with no arguments, he walked upstairs to the washroom.

Ivy threw herself on the couch, daydreaming about the earlier. It went great. She met Shakira and the guy she checked out from the table, his name is Sergio Ramos.

Shakira also mentioned he is single, so Ivy thought she might have a chance. She knows Neymar and her are over. He moved on from her after the breakup. So should she.

Ivy let out a sigh, staring at the blank ceiling. Her vision slowly started to get blurry and quickly she fell asleep.

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Ivy's eyes stirred open at the sound of knocking. She sat up from the couch, realizing she hasn't even made it to bed last night.

She looked at the hour, it read 10:01 AM.

Who visits at this type of hour...

Ivy got off the couch, her head spinning around. She barely drank last night, however, she still ended up hungover. She groaned as she forced herself to walk over the door.

She firmly opened the door, annoyed at the person for coming this early in the morning. But her eyes opened wide as she saw Neymar standing there.

"Neymar?" Her voice came out weak.

"Hey, good morning. I told you I will be taking Carlos to practice with me last night." Neymar said. Ivy then remembered him saying this to her at the dinner table.

"I'm guessing he's not ready?" Neymar leaned on the door frame, looking attractive as always. Ivy had to resist the urge to crush her lips onto his. Moving on, huh..?

"I am sure he's already awake. I'll get him ready. Sorry." Ivy said, with an apologetic expression.

Neymar only nodded his head.

"Come in." Ivy beckoned him to enter.

She quickly ran up the stairs, only to see Carlos wide awake in his bed.

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"Sorry to keep you waiting." Ivy apologized as she walked down the stairs with Carlos 10 minutes later.

Neymar shook his head, looking unbothered by this. "No worries. It happens." He grabbed Carlos's coat from Ivy, in case it gets cold.

He then extended his arm out, for Carlos to hold. "Ready, big guy?" Neymar asked in awe. Carlos firmly nodded.

Then they both exited the door.

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Hours passed since Carlos left and Ivy couldn't help feeling lonely. She's not used to being alone. After telling Neymar, she's always left alone in the house. But she says nothing about it as Carlos is so happy with his dad.

Ivy's train of thoughts was interrupted by her cell phone vibrating. She looked at the ID and it read, Shakira. She got her number last night. Well, she pretty much asked her for it. Since Ivy has no friends except her brother and sister. She knows it's pathetic.

"Hello," Ivy picked up, her voice formal.

"Hey, Ivy!" Shakira exclaimed, excitement in her tone.

"Morning, Shakira."

"Morning, love."

Ivy raised an eyebrow at the nickname.

"There's a party tonight. You're coming right? Sergio is coming.." She said, the last sentence coming out teasy. Ivy rolled her eyes at the singer.

"I'll think about it."

Ivy wondered if Neymar would be there. She felt too shy to ask about him, so she just chatted about different topics with Shakira. Maybe Sergio is a good choice? though, it's not that he even has his eyes on her.

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thank you so much for reading!

I know, not so interesting chapter, sorryy.