DIAMONDS.

2.

I arrived at the game, the summer breeze hitting my already-warm face. I pushed through the crowd, bodyguards appearing by my side. 'Is y/n D'blanche st. Fischer here?!' I heard someone yell out. 'Yeah?!' I screamed back. 'Oh there you are, come on, let's get you out of this crowd, okay?' Neymar's manager asked, I nodded nervously, turning my head to see everyone trying to grab and poke at me, like I'm an animal at a zoo or something.

We both made it out safe and sound. 'You alright?' He asked, I nodded. 'Thank you.' I smiled gratefully. 'No problem! Anyways, did Neymar promise you a vip seat?' He asked, worried. 'Oh um yeah, why?' I asked, looking at his nervous face. 'It's just because there is no vip seats left, we can always let you on the field and you can sit with me or the players on the bench?' He asked generously, 'you would do that?' I smiled, he gave a smile and a nod. 'I mean, I'll seat with the players if that's okay with you?' I asked, I didn't want to intrude on the team. 'They wouldn't mind a pretty lady sitting with them. Trust me.' He laughed, making me giggle.

'Boys, this is Y/n Fischer. She will be seated with you, I expect no rude behaviour or inappropriate, or else you'll have your life and your career on the line? Especially your life if Neymar sees.' The manager teased, making me blush and laugh.

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I sat on the bench, happily. Only two players where sat with me,  silva and Lucio, as they had been injured but not to badly they had to go to medic. No one was actually benched, they had just been put on as everyone has been injured or hurt. I saw Neymar backing up, reading for the ball. He turned his head and winked at me, making me laugh.

Suddenly, I saw Thomas, Neymar's manager, holding a small blonde baby. 'Awh, who's is he's Thomas?' I asked, popping out off my seat excitedly. Thomas remained silent, a weird look on his face. 'Thomas?' I asked, still smiling looking down at the baby boy. 'Um, it's Neymar's.' He mumbled. I looked up at him, dumb-founded. I mean, yeah I knew alot about ney, but this, this you'd think he'd tell you about. 'Your kidding?' I asking, I slightly laughed. 'Afraid so.' He said, holding him with one arm, rubbing his neck with the other. 'I would've never guessed, can I hold him?' I asked, smiling. He handed me the small, precious boy. I rocked him gently and stroked his hair. I went to go sit down with him, still smiling down at the sweet boy. 'His names Davi by the way.' Silva winked, I giggled, 'really? How'd you know that?' I smirked at him, slowing down my rocking to talk to him.

'I guess you could say I'm good with kids, and Davi here is like my own son. Whenever we're training and Neymar brings him, he's always with me, aren't you Davi?' He asks, looking down at him. Davi let's out a little cry, so I move him away from Silva a bit. 'Maybe we should just watch the game, hm?' I asked silva before walking up to Thomas and standing with him.

'You alright Y/n/n?' He asked, but whatever the answer was he wouldn't be bothered since it was brazils penalty's, and he was way to focused on the game then me. Understandable.

It was last pen, and Ney was taking it. I cheered on for him, still holding Davi. 'And he shoots..' Thomas whispered under his breathe, 'and he scores.' I whispered back and Neymar puts in the back of the net, he ran to the closet corner and did his celebration, I laughed at him dancing with all the supporters cheering for him in the background.

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Some players had gone to get changed after their celebration, some had stayed on the pitch to sign autographs and stuff. 'Olá beleza, olá bebê.' (Hello beauty, hello baby.) Neymar said, kissing his boy's head and taking him out off my arms. 'I saw you look after him during my game, thank you.' He thanked me great fully. 'It's no worries, it was only for 10 minutes.' I shrugged, stroking Davi's blonde hair again, grinning, ear to ear.

'You still coming to my party, yeah?' He asked, hope in his eyes. 'Of course.' I nodded, resting my arm on his shoulders. 'Um, good, yeah good. Um, you can stay here with all the boys girlfriends and friends and stuff, we'll all be ready in 5, then we can go, yeah?' He seemed thrown off by me, so i decided to tease him more. I stroked his arm slowly. 'Yeah.' I replied in to his ear, before turning around and going to sit down in the stadium chairs with everyone else.

'You pulled Neymar? I mean, your beautiful, no surprise. Actually, it's the other way round. Neymar bagged you?' A girls voice behind me spoke. I turned around smirking. 'I haven't 'bagged' him, he's not an object.' I said, not exactly mad at the girl, just wanted to catch her off-guard. 'Oh yeah, I know he isn't!' She exclaimed, worried I was going to try fight her or something. 'No worries girl..' I laughed. I was going to ask who's girlfriend she is, before the bunch of noisy men came out of the changing room and onto the pitch.

We all got out of our seats and went onto the pitch aswell. I went up next to Neymar, 'where's Davi?' I asked, worried he left him in the changing room or something. 'I gave him to Thomas to go drop him off at my sisters.' He smiled. 'Oh okay.' I grinned at him.